-Exy
Complete
Denial
Officially
Non-Cannon.
There was a woman outside the door holding the broken Fae. To anyone else, the concept of a guard for a high ranking, deathly ill member of the crew would be unsurprising. Nausithoe tipped his eyestalks to one side, focusing on the being. She was very close to Standard, lacking only the traditional tails and wings. Even her facial structure was perfectly common. But, unlike any other being he had met in his travels, he could not sense her psyche, and her face stayed chillingly still. Standards were always so mobile, especially around him. They tended to fill with revulsion and lust, leaving them either writhing or retching.
She stared at him, and he studied her, for nearly a full minute.
"Who are you? What business do you have with Doctor Tasartir?" Even her words betrayed no real emotion. This creature, whatever she was, fascinated him. Even fellow Ranga were subject to eachother's various charms. It was no wonder the Rani had believed them to be sub-intelligent. And yet, this woman was perfectly immune.
"I am Mobula Nausithoe, of the Rey-kobold. I come to attempt to awaken the Faerie from her stupor."
"I have never heard of you, Mobulanausithoe. The crew of this ship may trust you, but I am not one of their naive ilk. Djinn know better than to trust the daemon races. You are Pari." One of Nausithoe's eyestalks dipped down deeply, a rough equivalent of the Standards' raised eyebrow. She seemed to read his expression clearly enough. "The beings who exist to seduce and revile, leaving nothing but chaos and destruction in their wake. Dangerous creatures, half way to godhood. You are an ancient race, but not so old as my people. You cannot fool a Djinn with your tricks."
Had Nausithoe the ability, he would have laughed at this woman's obvious misconceptions. "You may called me Nausithoe." he corrected first. Better to start with the small details, and move up. "I have no intention to cause mayhem. You are right, my people do have a strange, two sided skill for terrifying and magnetically attracting Standard races, but for the most part, we remain among ourselves. The few of us who do leave our home hope only to make life easier for those such as yourself, trapped in the deepest regions of space with little for company or comfort."
The woman, as unreadable as ever, studied his form for a long time, making a decision. Finally, she turned her eyes away dismissively. "Those with stronger soul songs than yours have tried to wake her, Nausithoe. You will, I do not doubt, find yourself at a loss as well." Her tone was filled with the conviction that she was correct, and that whatever he intended to do would be a waste of time. "If I find that you have laid so mo much as a hair out of place on her head, you will find your little suit of heat suddenly filled with a vacuum chill. Do not harm her, Pari."
With a gesture, the door behind her was suddenly gone. Nausithoe found himself once more marvelling the architecture of the ship. Until the same wave of brokenness and despair washed over him once more. He staggered under the renewed weight of the Faerie's stupor. The Djinn woman smirked at his reaction as she stepped aside.
"Stronger souls than you, my friend."