Whisper in the darkness. Other strange sounds, as if dozens of wet holes open and close at once. Section 3-DLTs isolated from other compartments of the station. Here are stored old, spent their equipment. The room is quite roomy with a high ceiling. There are monorails above, fitted with lifting mechanisms, and in the center there is a massive overhead crane. Flexible metal cables run down from it, ending in massive hooks. But now there are no cargoes on them, the mechanisms are off, only in the operator’s room the lone beacon on the ceiling is on. Cables are braided with white, covered with mucus threads. Hundreds and thousands of threads. They, in turn, hold a large pear-shaped object, almost touching its lower part with the floor. The subject is living flesh of dark red color, consisting of countless fibers and pierced with a grid of nervously pulsating blood vessels and veins.

The most incredible sounds are heard from this flesh, here and there lumpy growths swell up, then they fall down with a slam. Sometimes faces appear on a wet surface: female, male, and sometimes unifying features of both sexes. Sometimes individuals transform into huge, half-open vaginas, sometimes into thick, excitedly heaving limbs.

But here, in one place a seam appeared on the surface of the flesh. A pinkish rye began to stand out. The seam widened, two arms appeared. Grabbing the edges, they began to push them even harder to the side. And finally, a young woman came out. She was completely naked. The flesh that released it has noticeably decreased in volume, but the woman was not the only one. Following her, the head of a man belonging to a Negroid race appeared from a hole. When he got out completely, the pear-shaped bag of flesh almost cringed.

The woman and the man were known at the Lunar Staper Station, like Kelly Milton and Matt Brody. They looked like real people, and their bodies were perfect, perhaps even overly perfect. But their eyes, devoid of pupils and irises, are completely violet, moistly shiny hemispheres that have nothing to do with human ones. But this did not last long. The eyes began to change, as if some film had slipped from them. And now, after a minute, no one could say that it was not Kelly or Matt at all.

Oily mucus covered their bodies. Next to the operator's post was a small shower. Those who looked like Kelly Milton and Matt Brody headed there. After a few seconds, there was a sound of water. It should have quickly put himself in order. The carrier was hungry. And that means it's time to go hunting.

* * *

Alberto Alvaro stared in amazement at the elongated seed-shaped object protruding under the ceiling in the wall gap. He was black. The polished surface glittered. From the center in concentric circles went intricate patterns that gently pulsed with a greenish light. In one place on the surface of the object was a long longitudinal section. Around the foreign color everything was melted, shredded. The metal walls around the breach were crushed, broken in places, smelled by burning wiring.

Alvaro turned on the communicator. Contacted Danchenko.

“Captain, I just discovered it.”

He transmitted the video from his communications device to the command bridge.

- Vegan rescue capsule ?! - cried the captain.

“Right,” Alvaro nodded.- I checked the database just in case. Yes, it is she.

“Why haven't we discovered it before?”

- Here the video cameras are out of order, so the entire section is not visible. I think the entire external sensory range, too, flew.

“So believe after this instrument readings,” Danchenko chuckled. - Until you get off with your feet, you don’t look with your own eyes ... Oh well. Is this how I understand the capsule from the fighter that hit us? And where is the pilot himself?

“I’m not watching anyone,” Alvaro replied. “But the capsule is open.”

- Open? Right now I see it too. That is, it turns out that our vegan friend is alive and walking around the station!

“It looks like it,” the mining engineer nodded.

- Where is Ivashov? - asked the captain.

- We are divided. He inspects the adjacent sections where there is also damage.

- Does he know about the capsule?

- Not yet. We know only you and me.

- It is necessary to inform everyone, - Danchenko frowned. - I'll do it. Wait...

- What, captain?

On the communicator screen, suddenly everything flashed, the image of the captain became blurred.

- So, Alvaro, wait, I will contact you in a couple of minutes.

And the screen went out.

Alvaro shrugged and shook his head in surprise.

* * *

Command bridge "Moonstalker".

Danchenko, sitting down in a massive-looking, but in reality, an easy chair, looks at Kelly Milton with surprise. The girl was good as ever. She had looked just super before, but now, to describe her, neither words nor inspiration are enough. Perhaps, earlier her beauty was somewhat concealed by a medical uniform. But I must admit that Danchenko did not see other clothes. But now, when she wore a satin evening dress of orange-golden color, and even with a deep neckline on her left thigh, and with a neckline, the size of which went beyond the concept of "propriety" all the female appeal of Kelly, just frankly and very effectively demonstrated. And there was also a gorgeous hairstyle, moderate, expertly applied make-up, accentuated emphasizing the already beautiful features of her face.

Having finally found his voice, Danchenko asked:

“Miss Milton, may I know why you are here?”

- Captain, I thought ... She blushed, embarrassed lowered her eyes. “You are so bored and lonely here.”

She began to undress: she threw her hands behind her back and heard the sound of the lock being unzipped.

- Miss Milton, if you please explain what it is you are doing! - cried Danchenko and got up in his chair. On his cheeks made purple spots.

“I want you captain,” Kelly smiled charmingly. - And you, I hope not to deny the girl?

Needless to say, she was damn beautiful. Seductive to madness. The dress fell to the floor. There was nothing under it, no underwear. Danchenko seemed to forget how to breathe. He devoured his eyes with Kelly's gorgeous breasts with boldly jutting up excited nipples, her luxurious thighs, long slender legs, and of course, all swept from the sight of her smoothly shaved pubis.

Would there be at least one man able to resist all this?

But Danchenko was, first of all, a captain. And he resisted.

“Miss Milton, we have strict rules on the ship.” Personal relationships between the captain and the rest of the crew are not allowed. Let me get dressed and leave the bridge.

Kelly froze in place, clearly struck by Danchenko’s reaction and his words. For a few seconds she digested what was said.

- Well, that means how, - finally, the girl said dumbly. Her gaze became suddenly tough, predatory, moreover, her eyes began to lose their human form. They were, as if tightened by a brilliant purple film.

- Your takeover, the captain in this case will be less pleasant.

* * *

Ten minutes later, Captain Danchenko again contacted Alberto Alvaro. Something strange seemed to the mining engineer in the person of the captain. It seems he, and it seems he is not at all. Maybe the video adapter knocks?

“Alvaro doesn't tell anyone about the vegan,” he ordered. - Do not raise panic. Everyone will be in extreme stress and we will not be able to fulfill our mission.

“But the captain of the people must be warned!”

Alvaro blinked in surprise.He did not expect such a decision. I did not expect it.

“Find Kravtsov and tell him only,” continued Danchenko. “Then help him find a vegan.” How to find - destroy this creature. But the rest of the word is an order.

And the connection was interrupted.

* * *