Think about Noranti, and think about Rygel. Both of them constantly barfing, shitting, spitting, farting, pissing. Both of them intimately connected to Moya in ways no one else will ever understand. Both of them came onboard in moments of John's greatest confusion, which is what he's feeling now. Both of them offered him a deal that he should never take, in those few moments. Both of them the secrets that Zhaan could never handle: that the universe contains both good and evil, both selfless and selfish. Both of whom John loves in a secret way he can't explain. Both of them connected to his body, not his mind. Both of them intimately tied up with Aeryn: Rygel has become a proponent of their love; Noranti has championed and fought it, by turns. Both of them can turn on a dime. Both of them too innocent for Scorpius to ever see the point in them. Both of them negotiators, diplomats; both of them able to do this because they don't see the division between "good aliens" and "bad aliens." Rygel because everyone's an alien, because he's enthroned in his regality; Noranti because no one is an alien, but nobody believes her when she says it. Both of them archetypal tricksters: Grandmother Spider with her nighttime secrets and dreams that come true; Coyote with a fat belly and a bottle of whiskey. Both tied to Chiana through bonds of selfishness and physicality, and thus to John's innocence; both of them beautiful.
"Let go of me!" Rygel demands. "Who are you?" None of them know Scorpius, on this Moya. To their detriment. Scorpius shoves Rygel into the room; he sees John and begs him to explains what's happening. "Dominar," Scorpius whispers, "quiet." He pushes her down, the Noranti that Rygel could be. Stark watches, alarmed. Only Sikozu has the regal bearing of our Dominar; they've always had ruinous pride in common. Nobody wants to watch Rygel fall. "Crichton, who is this tralk?" Rygel says, indicating Scorpius. He ignores her and turns to Stark: "Now. You can channel past journeys when you cross a soul over?" She nods and Scorpius pulls Winona from John's holster in one smooth movement. He shoots Rygel in the chest: the most innocent and the most disgusting among them. The Rygel that Noranti could be -- sharp mind, sharp teeth -- falls to the floor. Stark screams like he couldn't see this coming. John grabs Scorpius, appalled. "Now cross her over," Scorpius orders, and Stark continues to scream, head in hands, going crazy. "You cannot just shoot people!" John shrieks, like he didn't see this coming. ("All I did was rub this lamp! Why are you granting me wishes?")