The Nexu And The Wolf Chapter Twenty

The class oddity, blatant Outer Rimmer Remus Fairfax sat at his desk in the back of the classroom; a textbook and blank note papers sitting abandoned on the desk's surface. Fairfax, a somewhat tallish, hook-nosed young man with strangely lupine eyes; had always been an outsider among his more well-off classmates. The difference in class could never have been more clear; from Fairfax's markedly unusual physical appearance, to his bizzare accent, to the twisting, colored tattoos all over his tanned and muscled arms. Fairfax was grinning idiotically and raking a brush through his silky, blue-black curls that spill slightly below his shoulders, humming the Huttese lyrics to 'Lapti Nek' with each stroke.\* "Remus Fairfax is a looker. Remus Fairfax is so handsome; girls across the galaxy tears themselves apart for a chance at Remus Fairfax......" \*He giggled shrilly, which prompted glares and indignant snickers from various students sitting nearby.

At his immediate left, I glanced down at my desktop.

Fairfax began to sing; his voice a slurred and almost drunken-sounding screech: “Qui neb be og ezen on…. Wok lapti nek seb not van…. Wah toc peg qui doz gee pif ezact….” Happy to be idle, the uncanny adolescent let his tongue, bluish purple and most certainly not human in appearance; dangle out, sickeningly long and reptilian. With his tongue, Fairfax picked up a pen and dangled it in this surreal manner for half a minute before growing bored and dropping it.

I cocked an ear when I heard the pen click on the desk.

Fairfax's tongue flicked in and out of his mouth; and he gave a high pitched laugh before attempting to pick up the pen again\* "An' jus' wha," he mumbled sloppily around the writing utensil to another student, "Are you starin' at?"

I picked up my own pen and began doodling out the blueprints for a ship.

Fairfax inexplicably began to lick at the tattoos on his left arm; apparently having little better to do. "Remus Fairfax is easily bored," \*He mused aloud, to no one in particular.

"Stuff these idiots, I have an idea for a ship that could blow these idiots out of orbit. . . . " I muttered.

"......And that would be?" \*Fairfax leaned slightly forward, intrigued\*

"Ever hear of a Super Star Destroyer?"

"Remus Fairfax has, yes."

"I have plans for one of them. She'll be called the Executor."

The apparent partial-alien nodded politely. "That is.... Interesting." Fairfax's unsettling tongue flicked against his left cheek in contemplation.

"I just have to get the work done and I can't do it with this idiot in control." I pointed to the teacher, Jafan Zapal. Pressing a finger to my lips, I tilted my sleeve, revealing a cricket blaster. "First time I hear another crack, I'm going to make **him** one with the Force. . . ." My eyes narrowed and I tensed, closing my hand around the blaster, making it look like I was just scratching my wrist. "Anyone rats on me, they'll join him. . . "

Fairfax's jaw went slack, and his bright eyes momentarily widened before he recovered himself and smirked a little. "Remus Fairfax is no stranger to....bloodbaths. But Remus Fairfax has grown tired of chaos in recent times. Perhaps you ought to reconsider your actions."

Pausing, I muttered an oath in Huttese and slid the cricket back out of sight up my wrist.

Fairfax drummed his unusually long, femininely slender fingers against the surface of his desk, supposedly deep in thought\* "You never did give Remus Fairfax your name."

"I'm Firmus Piett. My problem with him is personal. The filthy scum maligned my mother's memory."