Fallen Angel.

It was a true surprise to wake up without a raging erection, you were pretty sure that the effects of the spores would last longer but their effectiveness must have relied on continuous exposure rather than long term infection. You had worked a fever in your sleep and the sweat made you very cold in the early morning.

After emptying your bladder, washing the sweat and drinking your fill, you started to look around for something to eat.

Without remorse considering her attitude towards you, you ate the handful of nuts and berries that remained from your dinner last night without leaving any for Diana.

She was laying down with her legs spread on her small bed, her **** body exposed in a lecherous position.

Even this view triggered no reaction in your lower body, you hoped that it was a temporary blow back from your infection and not something permanent.

"Hey! Wake up lazy girl! We have to go look for that ship." you said to her as you poked her in the side with your toes.

You already had your belt on, last remain of your lost uniform.

She grumbled a lot but once woke up couldn't go back to sleep with the sunlight shining in your little shelter.

"Where is the food? " she asked as she was sitting on the toilet.

" I was hungry, you will eat on our way to the crash site. There was little left anyway." you replied. She might not like you but you were decided not to take any shit from her anymore.

"Selfish prick! " she muttered in response. Like you she had sweat a lot in the night but there was no time for her to wash, you had to find this ship before it was too late to salvage anything or help its crew.

Once equiped (for what little there was anyway) you left the shelter using the rope ladder.

You had a second breakfast of fruits while walking. You were very careful to record both the way you took and any item of interest to compile a map of the area in your implant. Finding a way back to the shelter would be vital as you doubted you would have the strength to set camp another time after doing it twice already.

Diana wasn't in a talkative mood which was for the best, what she had to say was not usually very nice to you.

After hours of walking in the jungle you came upon the crash site, you were relieved to see the familiar shape (albeit banged and scorched) of an Halcyon X3 Falcon Starfighter.

The mountainous world of Halcyon formed excellent small craft pilots and the Fleet had four fighter wings from this world before the attack.

Putting your guns away you climbed the hull of the craft to look through its cockpit. The pilot was still there.

You managed to get the cockpit to unlock by hacking its maintenance program. Inside was a woman (you had two big clues on this) wearing a form-fitting flight suit and pressurized helmet.

The badge on her chest (and what a chest...) identified her as Flight Lieutenant Angela Langstrom.