Kaldeio's last moments had been brimming with happiness. It wasn't really something he was designed for, but seeing her take the bloody chunk like it was a great offering made him feel both aroused and heart-touched. She was beautiful with the crimson smear, making a smile up her cheeks. Zara had never really fought the change, and here she was, step by step  becoming perfect, and carrying a perfect cargo. She was, however, not so concerned with what he was saying. Perhaps he didn't express so well why he was worried, suddenly.<br/><br/>She wouldn't take the weapon but had no time sending it back before her locking of the doors and silencing of the alarm was worth nothing. The scheme that had gone on without the knowledge of the rest of the crew was laid bare, Zara was good with intel when she knew what she was looking for. It was all a very plausible path for these new players. At least Kaldeio knew what he was up against now, and some kind of countermeasure was already forming inside him. The monster that had been a threat to the first crew wasn't there. This shape was meant for deception, not outright war, but their species would never be caught without weaponry.<br/><br/>He was able to see her get to relative safety with the last second of his fully functioning vision. What remained of his brain recorded what happened next, but both the man and the creature malfunctioned due to the massive loss of cranium and gray matter. He was somewhat conscious when he lost motorfunctions and fell to the floor, but couldn't make usuable descissions or motions before all his light faded. The silver strands in the remaining eye lost their luster, and the tension in the beautiful limbs stopped.<br/><br/>To beasts and mean alike, a bullet is a bullet.<br/><br/>The soldiers worried when she gave her screech but still approached her. Naked women have their own clever, but that kind of thing wouldn't work on them now, even if she was a looker. To the shame of some of the men barging in, their uniform tented to show their apprechiation, despite the gore already in the room. Hormones added to the adrenaline of fighting monsters, and they were not immune to her honed body and beautiful breasts, even when accompanied by that would be an alient baby bump. The leader, Nathan, wasn't swayed so easily, having had some experience with this kind of thing - a long time employee of the Weyland company.<br/><br/>He did however, make the sign to let her move. He would rather want to see what she could do before blowing up their greatest payday so far, since he didn't think she would be able to cause them any damage in her current state. They were all witnesses to a lover's denial, when she stared down at the lifless body. There was no question she'd been afflicted with the strain, since her eyes were as they were. While he didn't know exactely how it had happened, he'd learned to look for suspicious traits, and such pretty eyes fit the bill. Eventually Nathan had them capture her.<br/><br/>The soldiers were as cold as she seemed to think they were, and pulled her from the creature she'd been so attached to. Nathan Cormack wasn't so impressed with this part of his job, but he wouldn't be a very effective killer if he sympathized too much with his targets. He wasn't doing this for any ideology other than capitalism. He had told himself this was fair, somewhere along the line, and been content with that as long as his accounts swelled with Weyland credits. At least she didn't seem too heavy when the men carried her.<br/><br/>They mistook that for compliance and paid for it with what must have been at least one busted testicle and temporary loss of sight. She was able to frazzle the troops but was soon calmed down again, despite all the guns pointed at her. One of the men seemed to be berated by her. Jonah. He was known around here for being somewhat whipped in his private relationship, and it was worrysome Zara Dawson seemed to know. Nathan tried not to linger too long on it as he had the others gather up what information had made it into the database of the ship, and the bodies themselves. She would be able to see her lover's corpse packed into a glass pod and pushed into the little space with them before connecting it to the wall. Everyone was happy when she was contained in the room by herself and the other, packed up bodies.<br/><br/>The trip was like that for her, alone with the bodies of her supposed allies, her beloved, formerly perfect Kal standing up in the suspension liquid of the transparent tub they'd chosen for him. While he was dead, he still had plenty of value to those who wanted to do research. The silver in the blood was a clear sign of that. Once in a while Jonah would look at her through the round window of the door, the glass there protecting him. He was still seething. Part of him believed her.<br/><br/>They had taken great care to fasten Kal's pod to the wall, and nothing short of a compromise to the hull itself would move the pod without the proper tools. He stared out, lifeless, with the silved that was becoming murky. Still of the same design like before, but not as flexed, he remained unanimated in the same room as his lover and growing child.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Nathan was trying to hail the ship that had come to greet them, but it would seem Zara's tampering with the alarm system made it impossible to send out signals, which was troubling given the orders the other vessel might have. Weyland wanted the samples, but they would rather burn their findings than for it to find someone elses hands. Even the tech speacialist couldn't wade thorugh the problem created by Zara using the captain's login and then the main console being shot up in procuring her and putting the male down.<br/><br/>After much arguing, the group saw the other carrier - a faster and much more battle ready vessel - move toward them with warnings sent out, warnings they could not answer. Nathan could see why a ship on alert might be troubling given the cargo they were now known to transport, and didn't really blame the opposing crew when they rammed the Nakta.<br/><br/>Zara, in her misery, would feel it like a larger scale earthquake in her make-shift prison. And suddenly the floor would be damp with a spray of liquid. The pods holding Max and Kal had collided, and it seemed the cracks aligned in a way that Max's blood spread into Kal's liquid.<br/><br/>The biological material she'd managed to spread to two of the soldiers was starting to work, the strains seeming to know the distress of their originators. Jonah coughed and blinked, eyes redder than before, and Josephine started pulling at the collar of her armor, huffing uncomfortably.