"Mr. Apini, on this planet, it's rude to stare," Jupiter tried to keep her voice warm and soft, trying to show herself as innocent as possible.

It wasn't to lure Mr. Apini or his daughter into a sense of security. It was to truly, utterly show them she meant them no harm. But she also knew it was going to take more than a sweet voice and a soft smile. Her two neighbors were sitting across from Grey and her, nervous and agitated, eyes wide and focused on them. Grey, curled and perched carefully above her on the armchair she had sat in, was much the same. Jupiter couldn't lie and say she was as calm as she appeared. She was just as terrified. From Seraphi's memories, she knew that the Verse was a terrifying place. A terrifying place that was a complete mess. It was a constant struggle of everyone below Entitled status trying to survive. For Entitleds it was simply a game. Simply a way to maneuver yourself across the chessboard. Death was rare, hardly ever thought of as a consequence. But for everyone else? It was trying to live around the maneuvers of Entitled... And often a brutal fight between people to have the favor of the self-titled gods of the Verse.

She didn't know where Mr. Apini and Kiza stood, and neither did they understand where Jupiter and Grey stood when it came to interacting with others of the Verse.

"Forgive me, Majesty," murmured Stinger Apini, uneased. He had assessing brown eyes, direct and tight. He sat stiff, tension keeping his spine frozen, his large hands distinctly clutching his knees.

"Jupiter Jones," she said promptly, she gave a close-lipped smile, "Just Jupiter is fine. I'm not technically a Queen by the legal standards of Orous."

He swallowed.

"You are a…" she tries to remember the exact term, eying his brand as her brow furrowed for a second. The Orous was the more common form of script and not something Seraphi had seen often, but after a moment Jupiter was able to piece it together, "A… A bee splice? A bee splice!"

Mr. Apini swallows thickly.

"Aye. That I am. As is Kiza here."

Kiza gave a smile, blonde brows furrowed. The teenage looking Splice was not as tense as her dad. She too sat ramrod straight, but her face was more relaxed. More open. She probably believed them more than her father. Jupiter looked over them and faintly tried to guess their age. Splices were bred for genetic perfection, no matter the species integrated with human DNA. An average life span was nearly ten times that of a genetically 'pure' human. It wasn't easy for Jupiter to guess. Kiza was easier- no Entitled ever allowed enough Regen-X to a simple Splice to look so young. It would give them vanity, especially a military-grade Splice. At the oldest, Kiza was about two-hundred or so years old. Stinger was harder- he looked like an adult man in his mid-thirties to early forties. And he had gained enough rank in the Aegis at one point request to have a child, something that required a minimal ranking of a Captain. So she could guess he had either been very talented and skilled or conversely, just spent a very long time gaining his rank. Anyone in the military after a certain rank was afforded a regular supply of Renge-X every hundred years or so to keep them in top condition. He could be as old as Seraphi had been if he was had been good... Or at the youngest a couple of thousands of years old.

Jupiter hums. Grey's hand on her shoulder is steadying, even as it starts to look at his boots, and blinks in recognition, "You're a skyjacker, high military class. Like Special Forces. Why are you on this Terristial planet in the first place?"

She looks for wings, squinting for a concealment field, and is surprised when she doesn't find it.

A bee splice without wings? That means... Someone ripped off a part of him... He was court-martialed.

The man shifts uneasily.

"I was posted here, Majesty."

Jupiter tilts her head slightly, coolness honed in Seraphi making her movement slight and graceful.

"You are the officer of an official Aegis outpost, then?"

"Yes, your Majesty."

She frowned at his insistence in giving her a title.

Grey is not happy, she can tell, immediately, in the way their hand trembles harder on her shoulder. Jupiter frowns and lifts a hand to cover Grey's in soft reassurance. Mr. Apini's eyes track the movement. His brow furrows, the first clear emotion, other than wariness, showing on his face. Confusion and curiosity crossed his face. The fact that the Aegis had an outpost on this 'backwater' holding suggested that Baelm had allowed it, or pressured them to provide security on the planet. A fail-safe, she realized, in case any Entitled of House Abrasax or not, came sniffing on this particular holding. She wondered if he had selected the assigned officer himself, and made sure to have such desperate people who could be used quickly if the need arose. Anyone of the Verse that was detected would be reported to the Aegis authority, and hence Orous, and be met with a cease and desist suit, or possible imprisonment or fee for infringing on private property. And Balem himself would appear to be cooperating with the government of Orous by having an Aegis outpost, whilst having an offhanded monitoring system on a planet that no one could honestly know was so vital to a scientific breakthrough that would upheave Entitled Society and economy.

Clever, clever man. Seraphi would have been impressed. Maybe he hasn't gone completely crazy after murdering his mother.

"A skyjacker bee splice without wings, which means you were court marshaled in disgrace," the man flinches, and she smiles an apologetic smile at her harsh delivery, "And posted on a backwater planet with low funding. And with a young daughter that has yet to stop coughing in all the time, we've been here. You haven't posted the report of a trespassing Entitled, which I guess is what you thought I was. This means you are in trouble Mr. Apini, but willing to feel things out for whatever is best for yourself and Kiza."

As Seraphi, Jupiter would have used that. Would have manipulated this strange man that threatened her. Or killed him, and his daughter alike. Or manipulated him and then killed him. But she was not Seraphi. And Kiza seemed kind, and Stinger was just desperate.

And these two people needed help. More than she needed to be a secret, more than she needed to be safe herself, these two people needed help.

"I can help you," she told them, softly, looking at their strained faces, "Please let me help you."