Ashana heard the doors open, to the shower. The old familiar sensation danced across her skin like an electric caress. Being watched, all bare and uncovered, all sense of modesty abandoned. She casually draped her hand over her shoulder, her arm pressing against her breast.<br/><br/>The question of who it was that had joined her was soon answered by the rough masculine voice of a human who was slowly growing more familiar. She turned her head slightly, opened her eyes a narrow sliver and looked at him admiring her. She closed her eyes and looked back down, smiling faintly. At last, something<i>familiar</i>.  In a day of unknown horrors, at last something had found her that she knew. She shifted her hips out of instinct, parting her legs slightly as she reset her balance into a more feminine pose.<br/><br/>When at last he spoke, she smiled. She was glad that there was no hint of the planet in his voice, no lingering tone of exhaustion.<span style="color: darkorchid">Oh and you are a lucky one...</span>She replied coyly.<span style="color: darkorchid">I don't come cheap. Most would sacrifice a years pay to be in a room, naked, with me.</span><br/><br/>She turned around, showing now her entire form, bare, zealously maintained. She leaned back against the shower wall, looking at him at an angle due to the shower rooms triangular space. The water from the shower rained down over her, splashing across her blue skin and running down it in little snaking streams. She put her hands behind her, placing them against the wall as as she leaned on it.<br/><br/>She watched him, playful, the exercise making her forget the exhaustion.<span style="color: darkorchid">But how much would you pay?</span>She asked. She made no overt gestures, no clearly provocative motions, instead allowing her sexuality to simply radiate.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>In the cargo hold, the decontamination was proceeding while Sorv and Firas stood to the side, watching the crew burn the  husk remains. There was a lot of angry yelling and "Take that you fucking freaks!" Firas gave Sorv a nod and headed for the elevator to assess his gear in the armory.<br/><br/>Sorv remained behind and watched the husk pyre burn with his arms crossed. As he watched the fires he saw the machine again, standing in the room, calling him. He wondered if those people turned machines had suffered the fate that it intended for him as well. If the husk hadn't moved, if it hadn't caught his attention...<br/><br/>He watched the husk body parts twitching and convulsing in the flames as the last signs of life were being burned from them.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Firas set his Revenant down on the workbench, stared at it for a moment, then lifted it to start disassembling the ejection chamber, then stopped and set it back down. He put his hands on either side of the table and leaned on it, dropping his head and taking a long breath.<br/><br/>It had finally set in. Cerberus, SPECTREs, and now this. What the hell had they gotten themselves into? One man seemed like something that they could beat, but this? An army of nightmares? He had never seen something like that, a small army of people all transformed into something from the darkest pits of his imagination. It was no wonder a SPECTRE would have been involved in something that had come from a place like that. It seemed like something that fit right into their line of work.<br/><br/>But he wasn't. None of them were. They were guns for hire, ex soldiers trying to make some credits to get by. Nothing tied them to this anymore, no threat from Kalga, no ominous expectations from the Shadow Broker. They had gone down there on their own, and now... now what? How much farther into hell would they have to go in pursuit of this? Was it even worth it anymore?<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Cantenelli emerged from the elevator onto the CIC, his helmet in his hand at his side. He made his way briskly to the med-bay, glancing momentarily at Maethia on his way past. He stepped inside and spoke to the doctor. Though the walls and closed door eliminated most of the sound, the intense look on the human's face was still clear.<br/><br/>He looked down at Falkris on the table, furious. There was no look of concern about him for the first officer's state. He pointed an accusing finger as he spoke, the high volume of his voice making him just barely audible, though muffled. He paused, cocked his head, and looked at the Turian officer even more angry. He repeated something, incredulous. He shouted the following question so loud that even in the commons it could be heard.<span style="color: blue">And if you're dead, then what?!</span><br/><br/>The doctor gestured, and spoke quickly attempting to calm the man, but the glare that the human captain gave the doctor made him take a step back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>