He tried to soak up the time they had together before their new adventure started. The assessment of their son was encouraging. Human biology suggested more attachment to their offspring than other species. He was feeling it now. Perhaps that meant his son wouldn't be fully ready for battle once born, or it was simply a sentimental notion stuck in the genetics of the people he'd used to evolve. Either way, they were both anticipating their child. The other affection would have to wait, even though intimacy was closely related to the need he had for mayhem. It was better to take care of the fighting and feeding first. So suggested the nearing station. She opened the door as they wanted, but the people waiting did not like what they found. Weyland didn't pay enough for their lives, Kel was sure.<br/><br/>The sounds of people meeting their fate away from home was enticing, and he was already feeling his muscles tense. As he looked at her and smiled while their air filled with the death cries of the docking crew, his suit shifted from its hiding place to cover him again. He was eager to try it on humans again. Zara was of the same mind. He didn't mind her plan when she meant to use her gun, and nodded quickly before darting off, trusting her to do what she could so he could gain ground. It would seem, as he followed in the footsteps of the Three Thing, that he didn't need much. Kel pretty much slunk by the walls as the the gargantuan being drew their fire and their horror.<br/><br/>The air was becoming stagnant with the life of the men and women storming in. Kel found that with his colors, mostly black like space save for his lit up eyes in the helmet, he was non-consequential to them, while they had such a big foe to take care of. So he stayed off in a corner, half in shadow to see what they might do. They were distracted, horrified and engaged by the biologically chaotic and at the same time perfect thing that he and Zara had created. It did well in cutting through them, and had shaken most of the effect of the medicine. Their bullets didn't do much. Stations like these were well-staffed, but people were weary of giving too much firepower in an environment that lived and died on its hull's integrity.<br/><br/>He crossed his arms when Zara had her taste at the local meat. It drew a low laugh when she played the part of a human. It was absurd that she'd find herself here, nude and heavily pregnant, but the man she talked to was blinded by his desire for heroism, and his desire for-- well. It cost him greatly, and Kel was allowed to witness as his partner had her fill. Do a hero's meat taste better than a mercenary's? He might find out off her lips, later. The violence and doubtlessly smarting attacks was sending the bigger creature into a frenzy, which made it even more efficient as a diversion. Kel found that his support wasn't needed and simply waited to be entertained among the screams and the screeching alarms.<br/><br/>When he was about to start his own row of bodies, one of the now many soldiers turned her head toward him as she tried to duck away from a spray of her comrade's blood. Her brown eyes under her helmet stuck on him even in the fray of gore, and soon she'd put some distance between herself and the larger monster to tilt her head. Kel simply leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting for what might happen next. It was laughable to see the emotions shift over her defined cheekbones and tightening lips. He sighed with excitement when her eyelids gaped open. She pointed at him with her rifle. "It's him! It has to be that guy that controls it!" She shot twice in his direction as though to poke him. Kel took the bullets in his shoulder without moving. It would have been better to duck, but he would much rather see what that kind of cavalier would do to his spectator.<br/><br/>It seemed to completely confound the woman. She hesitated for a moment before shooting fervently in his direction, which at this point had drawn the notice of the rest of her group. The ones that weren't directly trying to fell the beast, which hadn't given an inch, tried to shoot Kel down as well. They were wrong in their assumption, the monster could only be aimed and then released, not like a more singular biology connected to him, but he supposed it didn't hinder their plans to protect themselves to assume he was steering the creature. Kel did not have the advantage of looking inconspicuous and alluring like Zara. He avoided most of the metal hail and found cover. They hoped he was the key to stopping the monster and converged on him.<br/><br/>The container that shielded him was surrounded soon, but when they lead him to one of its corners, they wouldn't be able to find him. It had been a simple matter to climb the metal wall and get the advantage of highest point. Kel picked them off after that, and the monster that used to be three people took advantage of their divided focus. The girl who'd spotted him was the last on that team to live, and Kel easily pulled her up by her collar and slammed her hard onto the roof of the container. It broke her rifle and several plates on her vest. She coughed blood into his face when he squatted down to see her expression.<br/><br/>"W-what's happening... I..." she tried. She was an industrious soldier, trying to win time with a last few words as she reached for her handgun by her thigh. Kel pretended that it worked and let his helmet fold back and down. She was surprised to see the many scars of the otherwise perfect skin, the glowing silver pit in one socket holding her attention so that she faltered in her plan to get her sidearm out. He blinked his human eye as she got her bearings back. "Who are you? What's all this?" she demanded and spit to the side to get her tongue clear from thick saliva and blood form her lungs. She reminded him of Zara, but she wasn't as formidable. Her genes smelled weak even if she'd somehow become passable as a warrior.<br/><br/>"This is how the bugs feel under your feet back on earth." he explained. It horrified her when she heard his voice. Maybe she hadn't expected it to be so human. Kaldeio Silverman had good annunciation. His face dropped closer to hers and he didn't blink when the spray of her next cough splattered his scars with her life. She forgot her trigger but still held the gun up to his ribs, as though the blunt object itself would be enough to push him off. It wasn't. It was when he reached for her face with his clawed fingers that she remembered, and started sending the small ammo into his torso. His plate shattered but the bullets just stuck out of him without going in fully. She gave a beautiful scream before his hand closed around her mouth.