Easy Prey, Rachael

You know Rachel is part of a Christ cult, her behavior while docking made that obvious. You walk over to her.

Quietly you ask. “Rachael, can you tell me about Christ?”

At first she seems surprised, then she smiles. “I’m so glad to hear you are interested. He is our Lord and Savior! Come with me I’ll show you my bible.”

You are pleased. That interaction could not have gone any better. You follow her back to the sleeping quarters. She reaches for an actual book.

You have no interest in her nonsense. You grab her and pull her into a kiss so fast she can’t even make a sound.

She struggles, but you are far superior to her in strength. You begin to infect her her both from your saliva and your fingernails. The viroid begins to rapidly colonize her.

You could let her go, but you are rather enjoying her full warm lips. Minutes go by and suddenly she begins to kiss you back.

You are pleased as your tongues dance. You break the kiss and admire your handiwork. The same shiny black exoskeleton which covers you, nearly covers her whole body. Her breasts are larger, her waist has narrowed, and her face has taken on a look of timeless youth. Her eyes are distant as if she were still having some internal battle. She smiles at you.

She raises her right hand and snaps the chain which holds her cross. She tosses it aside, nonchalantly.

“I won’t be needing this anymore. There is only room for one God and it is Illiana.”

“We have much work to do before the universe acknowledges her.”

“By her will, it will be done. Who should join us next?”

“With two of us stealth is no longer required, but it will be more efficient. We should take…