The ship had been quietly excited to see the new body of metal and energy land in its backyard. This was becoming a graveyard of man's quest for territory and knowledge. Something that wasn't man was here too, with it's ill intent and equal ambition. It would seem heavenly races - any system of planets inhabits the sky of some other world - have greed in common. In truth, all this ruckus had been a very drawn out welcoming celebration. Lonely things have a tendency to embrace new strangers harder, especially when it is in their nature to learn in a very intimate way.<br/><br/>Max didn't put much stock in the inherent poetic relationships of outer space. He was happy earning credits during his missions, and had worked with Zara once before. After their initial budding of heads, mostly to test her, he had settled into following her. She was the expert, after all. Under his helmet the natural red-to-orange fuzz was coming back, and with the visor up, the color could be guessed by his brows. Eyes a tired green despite his otherwise healthy skin. It was kept tight by his hours on the treadmill when given the chance between data rendering on old geological projects. He'd come along when Stephen Dorma, a somewhat rival of his, had lost contact with base along with his team. Max didn't like to admit it, but on paper the two were basically indistinguishable.<br/><br/>While Max Calvert wasn't a fan of what prose could be spun out here in the nothings of the universe, he did tie some strings from himself to Zara. They'd had a few candid talks, and he figured he'd try to get into her quarters at some point. The rest of the crew was friendly, but he preferred the soldier's taut physique over Lin's smaller frame. With his training he was trusted to keep a M4 on his leg, just enough to make him feel inadequate every time Zara walked by with her arsenal.<br/><br/>This place was inherently inhospitable, despite the atmosphere that let them keep their visors up. He'd started collecting data from hard drives from Stephen's stations already, all encrypted in the usual geo-code. He was grateful for that much, but placing down auxiliary drives and flicking a switch wasn't really making good use of his degrees, so he'd come along with the rest of the team into the cold breath of this jagged-toothed mouth in the mountain. He had given Lin a roll of his green eyes, and she'd smiled with just as much enthusiasm. As long as Zara lead, he supposed there shouldn't be trouble. He reconsidered that assumption when he saw movement in the ominous flickering of resurrected lights, and the weapons expert darted passed him.<br/><br/>The body had been tall, but its other physical processes were lacking. Kaldeio hadn't known it - he was brought for his mind and its propensity for numbers and ability to solve space - but his incompatibility with exercise and the hard wake-ups from chambers on longer missions had been because of a fault in his respiratory system, an ailment currently unknown by the extensive data base of the collective risks to the human condition. That had been fixed now, and the doughy explorer had for some reason rid of all the excess flesh. In the place of pudge was now long, athletic muscles visible in the shadows of his taut skin. He had been a towering runt, and was now a titan of a man - a well built warrior with strength in his being.<br/><br/>The clean white skin was somewhat out of place here, among the debris and thick glass shards from the pod that had kept him. Diamonds broken out of their setting, to keep the sleeping body in. His black hair was brushed back, rich and pretty, shining with healthy oils from his scalp. His lips were pale too. There was a uniform on the floor, somewhere, with his full name. Silver eyes, Silverman. K. Silverman, Physicist and Risk Theorist.<br/><br/>The star-construction in him recognized the ornaments on the woman walking toward him. Kaldeio stood straight with all the slender snakes of his muscles breathing around his bones. An engaged but scarcely affectionate expression shifted the perfect features as he looked her over, and assessed her composition. The mercury pools stayed a little longer on her weapons. His head tilted as she moved closer. A human tree sprung in all this rubble.<br/><br/>"Silver--" he said when she posed her question, and then looked down at himself. That organ, hanging free, shades darker than the rest of him, was also enhanced, vulgar and disproportionate even for the healthy body. "Man." It had been the name of the vessel, and the chorus of all the accompanying memories. He stepped closer to her, uprooting. Now it would seem the shining eyes were more intrigued by the shapes revealed by her tight suit. Max shifted closer, hand on his gun. Kaldeio didn't mind.<br/><br/>"There was an incident. They left me in the chamber." Ivory branch out to gesture toward the gaping pod, chunks of durable glass strewn around to tell of the happening. "I have trouble remembering." The first Kaldeio's eyes had been green, like Max's. Max drew his M4.<br/><br/>"Get back, Silverman. What the fuck are you doing out here naked when all your crewmember are dead?" he demanded, moving to get between Zara and the handsome, shade-as-fuck survivor.<br/><br/>Kaldeio stared at Zara for another moment, as though Max hadn't thrown his fit.