Even with her MIU interfacing her with the systems of the lander, Sarah couldn't get a bead on her assailant.  She saw a reflective flash of color out of the corner of her eyes, and spotted a truly absurd sight.  There was the version of her from the movie, standing right on top of the turret, quickly flitting out of sight as one of the illumination floodlights on the hull shattered.  The awful whore wasn't even wearing a void suit; somehow she managed to simply move as if she floated around naturally.  She seemed to be surrounded by an aura of color, and Sarah swore she saw a long rifle slung over her shoulders.<br/><br/>The ratings ordered to fix the hull stared shooting at each other, scattering in all directions while Lord Tarsus announced that he was sending another wave rather than trying to rescue the already compromised men.  All the while, more unbidden thoughts wormed ther way into Sarah's mind.<em>DON'T FIGHT THIS.  JUST RELAX.  YOU'LL ENJOY IT.</em>Her body rebelled against her, as her limbs instantly became heavy, and her eyes desperately wanted to close so that she could focus more deeply on the unholy influence creeping into her brain.<br/><br/>Without any hope of escape, Sarah fell into a trance, her arms falling limp to her side, and her eyes glowing glazed as she slumped down in her seat.  There was a thump against the shuttle's viewscreen, and a dark mirror of Sarah appeared, her body blasphemously curvy, with sickeningly bright neon rainbow wings.  Her pinions flicked across the shuttle's hull, while she embraced the window seperating her from Sarah, licking it with an unholy lust in her eyes.  As her hot breath flecked through the void, it pressed against the lander and sent a network of cracks all through the shuttle, cracking up the forward viewport most, yet also reaching into the chromed control console with a network of hairline fractures, which seemed to extend all the way into Lillith's armor, making her bite her lip in an expression between pleasure and pain.<em>LET ME IN</em>She jammed into Sarah's vulnerable brain, sending with the thought an image of her getting up and unsealing the airlock, letting the harpy come inside and...  It didn't really matter, did it?  She was so good and so angelic of aspect, surely there would be no negative consequence to letting her inside.<br/><br/>(Another -30 willpower check to avoid opening the airlock to the shuttle.  Not that this won't cause depressurization, so it doesn't count as suicidal.  I'll let you make a logic test at a -20 penalty to convince yourself that this action is suicidal, however, which reduce the willpower check penalty to -10)