The drive to the dockbay was a short, silent affair, the cityscape blurring past the speeder's windows. Soon, they were stepping into the familiar, hushed environment of their ship.
"Cleo, I brought her back," Rex announced as the command room doors hissed open. He moved with a predator's ease, settling into the central command chair as if it were a throne.
Lyra followed, her earlier pout replaced by a focused professionalism. A moment later, a side door slid open, the one that led to Cleo's private laboratory.
She emerged, her form silhouetted against the bright lab lights. She was clad in her usual form-fitting white undersuit, designed to be worn beneath power armor, but draped over it was one of Rex's large jackets, the sleeves rolled up multiple times to free her hands. The casual intimacy of the garment contrasted sharply with the sharp intelligence in her golden eyes.
