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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Zara had noticed that as she approached the airlock that the male had been right near where he'd sat her up on the counter. The very thought caused a ripple of need throughout her body. It was strange to feel her body giving her such connections. It wasn't like her, not in the slightest. Even as he slowly approached the doors she could feel herself growing needier, and he hadn't even done anything to provoke that response. "What I've always wanted?" The female's voice was filled with confusion and frustration. So he did know more than he was letting on, it was clear to see he knew exactly what was happening and he was enjoying it. Her mind refused to focus as she noticed the overalls begin to unzip, drawing her attention to every inch of toned muscle. It was enough to cause an overwhelming heat within her, as if part of her was calling out for him.<br/>
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The officer paused as he spoke. She had always felt so alone, how did he know just what to say? Her thoughts were mixed with deep, emotional connections and lust that seemed all-consuming. As her gaze traveled lower, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. He was... extraordinary. Her focus was shifted when the creature atop her shoulder suckled against her finger, the razor like teeth brushed along her digit and caused her to inhale softly. She was expecting a nip, but it never came. Already she could feel a growing affection for the alien being perched on her shoulder, it seemed in need of protection. It was similar to ones she'd seen tortured and poked by scientists for hours on end. <br/>
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"Mine?" Her voice still remained filled with confusion. Her somewhat bewildered expression began to turn into warmth as the creature nuzzled into her cheek, as if it just wanted love and acceptance. "Laura?" It was then that the pieces began to fit. Her gaze focused on the being nestling against her, it had come <i>from</i> inside Laura. <i>More like me than you're human</i>. He wasn't human, then what the hell was he? Her mind was flowing with fear, confusion, and countless questions. "A part of me? How would that even work?" Her voice broke off softly as her gaze assessed the way he leaned against the door, almost completely casually without a concern in the world. <br/>
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The female noticed his hand placed on the glass, calling out for hers. There was a connection that she couldn't deny; and it scared her. He scared her. Not much in the world, or space, seemed to scare her in the same way. Just as her delicate, feminine hand rose to press against the glass opposite his own, she heard an electrical buzz that caused her actions to halt, removing her hand from the glass as she focused on what was happening to Silverman. Her open hand balled into a fist before she delivered a firm smack to the glass before she rushed to punch in a code, which was interrupted by the voice she heard behind her. A pang of rage consumed her, he must have done that. The female remembered his words as she'd left, he'd been adamant not to allow anyone near Silverman. Was he doing this on purpose? The woman found herself becoming extremely defensive, and concerned for Silverman as he fell to his knees. <br/>
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When he approached, Zara was preparing to strike but he didn't hit her, no, he hit the creature upon her shoulder. The shriek from the creature hit her like a wave of pain, as if she was almost feeling the very same forceful hit. "Release me at once!" The female yelled as she struggled against the hold he had over her arm. A sheer flash of rage consumed her as he shot toward the creature. The raven haired woman pulled at his hold desperately, she was not going to stand by while they suffered. It felt as if it was her entire mission; to save them from the protocol, to prevent them from being bullet fodder. <br/>
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"You have no right to tell me what I can or can't do." The female snapped coldly, somewhere, she'd found the strength to break his hold on her arm with a swift shove. Next, she rose her elbow in a quick shift, landing it right into his nose before she took hold of his weapon. Her fingers worked fast, unlocking the two seals that held the strap and tugged it free of his grasp. "How are you doing, little buddy?" Her voice echoed down to the creature, who immediately gazed back up toward her. "I know you can understand me, code is 5437C." The woman never lowered the new weapon she'd snatched; she simply focused it toward Max, who looked in a new level of stress... as if he may explode from confusion and rage. "You think you can order me around? You think that you have that right? Please. You've been against Silverman from the beginning. I wonder why that is, is it because I actually enjoyed him stripping for me, unlike you? Or is it because he's <i>bigger</i> than you?" Her voice was filled with venom, there was no mistaking her rage.<br/>
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The creature bounded to the door, climbing up to the device located to the left of the doors. Slowly, it recalled the numbers in its mind before using it's thin, long tail to press each of the numbers, then the letter before the soft woosh of the airlock opened. The gas that had filled the room began to flood out, causing the female to cough, it irritated her senses enough for her not to notice Max drawing in, gripping the gun from her hands and butting her in the head with the end of it. The woman immediately collapsed, knocked out cold. The little creature hissed, immediately turning toward Max. Clearly, he was reckless and desperate. He saw how unfit Zara was to lead, how she'd suddenly changed before his eyes. <br/>
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"Stay back, or I'll shoot her!" He snapped, holding the gun pointed toward Zara's head. The little creature tried to crawl closer, but froze as the male switched his focus to hone in on it. "You've done something to her, this isn't Zara, she would never say that." The male gazed down toward her, leaning down on one knee as he brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek, "I need backup at the medical bay, come armed. Silverman is one of those things." He ordered over the coms, his gaze never leaving Zara. "Zara is ill, we need to quarantine her." Almost as if ignoring any threat, the male began to pad Zara down, his hands moving across her lithe figure in an effort to find any hidden weapons she could use. <br/>
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