Tamara's mind floats into a world of pure love and happiness while her new body grows inside Jaku's womb. She is acutely aware of her new physical self as it is being formed, then starts to grow at such an accelerated speed inside his womb. The feeling of the massive amount of energy that is being pumped inside her, to make her grow so quick, is exhilarating and makes her feel a bit dizzy as she feels herself grow, gaining more and more mass by the seconds, her cells dividing at such an accelerated rate, her limbs growing, her tail becoming longer and thicker, scales and fur growing as well, everything that is her physical self becoming physical again.<br/><br/>She groans as the first contraction hits, pushing her blunt feline muzzle right into Jaku's vagina. She can barely moves, as she has grown back to her full adult size now, and Jaku's womb is holding her quite tightly, even tighter now that the contractions have begun. Another contraction pushes her whole head up into the slick vagina, then her shoulders slips in, stretching her mate's vagina. Soon, her pink nosepad pushes through, and she takes her first real breathe since what seemed like years. The air feels cold to her lungs and she coughs a bit, before her head is pushed out of Jaku's vagina.<br/><br/>Her round feline ears pop upwards as soon as they're freed of the vagina's tight embrace, and her wet whiskers twitches some, sending droplets of birthing fluids flying around, as she takes another breathe and tries to identify the smells around her. A soft purr escapes her snout as she recognizes the one scent that she missed so much, the scent of the one whom she gave her heart, the smell of her beloved lover, the smell of Jaku.<br/><br/>She leans her head some in the petting hand, purring some more, her long body squirming some inside Jaku's womb in happiness, wanting to coil around him again. Then she open her eyes, slowly, her bright slitted emerald orbs reflecting the light of the sun as they lock with Jaku's gaze, a smile floating on her black lips as she gets to look at her mate for the first time since what felt like years. The look they share expresses more than any amount of words could; they are not just mere lovers, their bond runs way deeper, they are one, they are complete only when they are together, two souls and bodies united as one, and nothing can pull them apart from each other.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The Captain watches Arkain, then the rapidly developing storm, with much concern. While his ship has been made to weather bad storms, this unnatural one worries him, and he is quite in agreement with Kellus' furies.<br/><br/>"I, as well, sincerely hope that you do know what you are doing, Mister Arkain!" he tells him. "I wouldn't want to have to fight in the hurricane that these spirits are brewing up for us! Though, it can work to our advantage: this ship is rated as an ice-cutter, we often go through the northwest passage in the winter. If the spirits can have the hurricane affect the instruments on those ship, we may be able to sink one. I can assure you that no amount of armor of any kind could resist a direct hit at full speed by our bow. Keep it in mind when you play god with the elements."<br/><br/>Then he points at the hole in the metal plate. "And I expect you to fix this when we're done with those Chimera people, understood?" he said, his tone admitting no reply other than 'yes,sir'.<br/><br/>One of the sailors comes to the Captain and points up at the squad under Antian's orders. "It would seem that we have visitors," says the Captain. "Warn everyone to watch for aerial attacks. These guys do not set foot on my ship without my authorization, is it clear?" he says to the sailor, who nods in agreement. Soon, Antian's team is targeted by about 15 to 20 weapons, rifles, guns and submachineguns. A trained and observant eye would quickly realize that the weapons leaves no hole to allow someone to approach, and have overlapping arcs of fire. The crew has been well trained, and they'll defend their ship and their passengers at all cost.<br/><br/>As the Chimera ships move into formation, a small grin appears on the human captain of the cargo ship. The turrets pointing at his bridge are easily seen, and, though he cannot see it, he guesses that there must be snipers or other hidden weaponry also aiming at his ship at the moment. He quickly gives orders to his crew, who will know what to do in the event that he is incapacitated or killed. As the call from Zahl comes through the radio, he taps a button on the radio console that records the whole speech from the Chimera Commander, then the Captains ends it to his main base of operations on land. That way, if anything happens to them, their company will know it and can make it public, which would be very bad for a secret operations such as Chimera. The battle group might be able to intercept the message, but they cannot stop it.<br/><br/>"Overconfident amateurs," mutters the Captain under his breathe as he send the copy of Zahl's speech to the base on land. "Forgot to jam communications have you, mmh?"<br/><br/>Then he opens the communication channel to reply to Zahl, also routing it through the speakers on his ship, so his crew can hear it, and also the team flying above them.<br/><br/>"This is Captain Valerian of the cargo ship Valdore. Your informations are wrong, Captain: there is no hostage situation on board and we do not need your assistance. Repeat: there is no hostage situation on board, and we do not require any assistance. Please stand down your weapons, call back your flying soldiers and be on your way. However, should you still wish to board our ship, or if you fire upon us, we are prepared to defend ourselves by any means necessary, as this would be an act of piracy according to international sea laws. And trust me 'Captain'," he says as if it was an insult, "there is way more to us than meets the eye." Captain Valerian sounds very confident as he speaks.