Zara didn't oppose his touches, and reciprocated his affection. They were twin silver planets, dancing in intercepting orbit. He was glad to transfer history to her, and she looked at it with beautiful, new glee. More than that, her body and Zara herself took to the being they were building. It was part of her, but many humans would see it as foreign to themselves. Zara was open. Like he'd said, she'd never really belonged with these naked monkeys. She was meant for this kind of glory, and her body knew it. He stayed in the filled silence for as long as he could. His soldier, his mate.<br/><br/>The life was greedy for expansions too, and it crowded her inner, which made her impossibly tighter around him. Kaldeio sighed with accomplishment, and invited this new, harder hug. This was a kind of peace he wasn't opposed to, despite being of a warring race. Zara reveled with him. She understood the gift. It's conception, in these chambers filling with blood scent, had been without flaw. His kind had always been intended to mix up with others for all possible strengths, and Zara had power to spare. The way her belly rounded was stunning to Kaldeio. He did not hesitate to give his hand when she wanted his touch on the swelling stomach.<br/><br/>He laughed softly when he could feel the continued assembly of what must be perfection inside her. He knew what was happening, and could count the cycles of its becoming. He smiled like a father would, it was heavily instinctual. He nodded, how could he not. Yes. This was why they'd made him. This was his purpose, to bring such a thing into someone like her. The other captain had not been enough, but he'd tried, despite his lack of confidence in her strength and compatibility. He looked up at her when she asked about where his expectations had come from, how he'd decided to trust her. He shook his head, as though she'd insulted herself.<br/><br/>"You couldn't die from this. You were made for this, Zara." he explained, and it was important to him that she understood that. He was about to give her more affection to assure her of his faith in her. Her genetic structure and her psychological mosaic was perfect for what was going to happen in her body. He was sure she'd been drawn to this eventual fate herself. Beings have a tendency to seek out their own full function, and being part of the overtaking of the universe was hers. But there was no time for fine things between them, not anymore, when the air was filled with red light and ruckus. How rude it all sounded, but it succeeded in demanding attention.<br/><br/>He rolled at the demand of her motions, and sighed with disapproval when he was dislodged from his home inside her, silver leaving them both. The new woman, clad, seemed to have been through an ordeal. He concluded this on the floor where he'd landed, and stood while her distraction became her death. It would seem the male Zara had sent off had been too eager in his pursuit for his own destiny. It was no wonder this engineer was angry. Newly turned humans did not do things in a sophisticated way, and she'd experienced that. Kaldeio smiled when Zara slayed the woman.<br/><br/>He came over to the body and looked her over. It would seem Max's spawn had been part of her distress, too. He looked at Zara when she went back to the control board that had been the start of their last tryst. His silver retreated into his irises, though a disguise was becoming increasingly useless. This ship and its remaining crew knew better than to trust them now. He reached into the wound of the woman, and found her liver once he'd expanded the edges of the damage. He stood and held it out for her. It was obvious he wanted Zara to have it.<br/><br/>"It's for the baby. It's fatty and rich." he explained. It could survive off Zara's body, especially with the infusion of his material, but it would grow stronger if they fed it well. Zara would probably already feel a craving for her fellow humans. This life was much different from what Max had been able to incubate, and therefor it wouldn't be so simply raised. Kaldeio licked his hand once it was freed of the organ, and looked around as he formulated a plan, mouth smeared in Claire's blood. He heard an alert from Zara's console, and could easily detect through the projected panels that something was coming for them, the ship. By how much information was attached to the traveling triangle, he assumed it must be a vessel their own ship was familiar with. He drew the conclusion it was vehicle from the same company, or an official one.<br/><br/>Zara was able to see a twitch in one shoulder of her nude companion. A quick breath left him as he turned for the door. "They killed Max." he warned and twisted for the door. While the spawn by no means was impervious to trauma, it was agile and a perfect monster in cramped quarters such a ships of this design. His link to the little creature had been severed suddenly, and he could draw no conclusion from it other than its demise. He pointed to the desk, so that Zara would know to stay behind it. "Close the doors. There's someone else here."<br/><br/>The rifle still hung around him and shrugged it off, and tossed it to her. He was alive then, none of that ethereal cold in his gaze when he looked at her with worry. It seemed Kaldeio had poisoned the creature, too. He was very human in that moment, worried for his child and his woman. "She wasn't alone." he said and gestured to Claire on the floor. He'd already counted everyone involved, there shouldn't be anyone capable of dealing with spawn so effectively, and the chances of that dropped further with the male Zara had sent off, too.<br/><br/>"Sometimes these companies have hidden rooms. Soldiers in the cargo. The manifest wouldn't say anything about it. Did you see any unusual crates that weren't recently scanned? It's possible..."<br/><br/>And then muffled, automatic fire sounded in the door frame, or through the door if she'd closed it. The bullets claimed half of Kaldeio's handsome face, a crater where perfection had been. He had one silver eye left to stare at her, with the vivisection of his skull on display. Two blinks and then he fell as soldiers with the Weyland corp logo flooded the room with their rifles raised.<br/><br/>"Get down on the floor, Dawnson!" one of them shouted, rifle trained at her. Another gasped and waved with his muzzle at her.<br/><br/>"Look at her stomach!" Which preceded all other personnel to ready their triggers. The leader raised an arm.<br/><br/>"No! The bosses are gonna want to see this..." he said and threw a couple of cuffs, magnetic, at her feet. Kaldeio was bleeding out on the floor, his perfect complexion intact, but his head not. "Okay Zara. Don't make this hard. You already betrayed human kind. Don't make anymore trouble." Behind him, a soldier dragged in the corpse of the shot-up spawn and the body of the male she'd sent out to entertain himself.