<i>Extinct?</i>The word sank in as a shock. Wow, he must really have been zoned out in his pet projects during the last year. It was the first time he heard of it, but not as if he hadn’t expected it. After all, it was why he was on Dystopia in the first place. And just as he was really starting to enjoy it…<br/><br/>Zach shrugged. The mission was clear, though, and it would be easy from now on, to follow the protocol. Get back to the ship, and press the button. Give his species another chance.<br/><br/>The peacekeeper’s moans were starting to get to his skull, and he focused on the display again. Somehow, he wanted to put himself in the position of that beast, only having to follow his primal instincts. Did this universe really<i>need</i>the malcir? Could he just let it slide? Just stay here, ignore the protocol. The beast slipped its two shafts out of the woman, and Zach had to loosen his coat to cool down. In fact, he was supposed to have taken it off long ago, possibly already at the bar, and so he undid its straps and hung the massive piece of clothing somewhere convenient.<br/><br/>Carefully watching and listening in to the twist in the events of the peacekeeper’s private scene, the malcir removed more and more of his clothing until all he had left was a pair of black, jean-like trousers and his boots, fit for his round, elephantine feet. He was a muscular creature; not as much so as the guards by the doorways, although the warriors of Zach’s species could easily match their size. Could have. Matched. Reaching for the waterfall with his bare hands, Zach let the pure liquid flow down along his arms, but moderated the stream carefully not to wet his trousers. His focus still in the luxurious apartment, he barely noticed what went on around him while he washed his upper body clear of sweat.<br/><br/>When Zach was done, he was invigorated. Fuck the protocol. If the faith of his species rested on him, the future malcir were probably not going to fare very well anyway. Besides, surely they had sent other ships, not just his. Looking around, Zach noticed plenty of girls who might serve his needs, but whatever business he was getting himself into was worth not ignoring, so he followed the small crowd into the private den behind the waterfalls. Entering, he was already granted a show of the bee-girl being stripped off her clothes.<br/><br/>“Hmm,” Zach’s deep bass voice vibrated from behind his face-tentacles, his mighty grey ears now spread wider than before. Staring at the bee-girl’s gorgeous breasts—ignoring the naked Sergeant Kirxsol for a while—he added at whoever happened to be around, “Quite a sight, this one.” He did, however, settle for only to watch, as the human male seemed quite possessive of his perfect catch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>