Pearl & Quasit (Pt. 28)

Nearly subliminally quiet, servos hissed open, revealing fine coating of tangent chemicals behind opaque PAH paracrystalline titanius haze. Pearl ran the CC, opening the cargo hold stringently; Quasit stood restively at her side, diamond eyes asparkle, thin lips curved upwards in a smile, always awaiting curiously.

Only at this point did the CC reveal contents as sentient, apperceptive, though still in stasis and behind security.

As the PAH haze cleared Quasit squinted, his mouth hung agape despite himself, as the floating bronze creatures uncovered.

"What?" Pearl asked Quasit. "What is is?" Amended. "What are they?"

Quasit sibilated, "Mariri. Beautiful Mariri."