Humans Are Weird
I saw a post about introverted humans in Space and thought of this scenario:
Can you imagine the
aliens bringing human companions on board and all of them are boisterous
and loud and spilling their pack-bonding everywhere, except one?
“Introvert,” the humans whisper, and the aliens are confused because sweet stars, is it ill? Is it deficient? Is it going to die? Worse: is it going to get them all killed?
But, no. It speaks. Quietly and only when necessary, but it performs the formal greeting of “Friend” when crossing paths with crewmates, and answers all questions. It attends all meetings and functions and engagements, but it sits off to the side, sometimes reading, sometimes participating, sometimes observing. This observing causes some alarm among the aliens because is it hunting? Are they safe?
It even hides in the ventilation shafts - “For peace and quiet,” it says, when asked.
Queries are posed to the other humans: “What is “introvert”? Is it remedial? Will it infect us?“
“No,” the humans respond. “It’s normal. It’s just a trait some humans have. You’re perfectly safe.”
So the aliens continue on but it’s no unknown fact that everyone has a set of eyes on the introvert.
Pirates aren’t uncommon in these nebulae. They take anything of value: momentos, tech, food, and crew. Humans are a popular trade item on black markets - as companions, as toys, as food - and are literally worth their weight in credits.
The crew is subdued quickly, and the roster produced. The aliens fear for their humans, all eleven of them. But wait. Where’s the introvert?
It’s missing, and the pirate captain sends out five of his biggest to recover it.
The five don’t even make it to the cargo bay doors before the lights shut off. Bad news for the pirates who have bio-luminescent markings on their hides, particularly around their bare heads.
The glare of a fired photon pistol is their only warning. The number of glares matches the number of pirates, no more, no less. And when the lights come back up, there’s the introvert, sliding out of the ventilation shaft to stand in a lake of bio-luminescent blood with a supernova burning in its eyes.
It smiles at them and murmurs, “Friends” in its usual quiet tone as it cuts the captain free.
There is nothing but stunned awe as each crewmate greets in reply, “Friend.”
No, there truly is nothing wrong with their introverted human whose designation is Danielle, and even if there were, no one would change it. They very much like Danielle the way she is.