"Yes, ma'am," Deshel said. "Suen, give me a local structure report."
"Ma'am?" Surprised, Deshel questioned the order.
That roll, however, was intended to buy the moment or two the Alley Cat needed to kick on its thrusters.
"But you're still attached to the ship. If we take off–" Suen protested.
If this was indeed Il'on, then it would have been on Shake Hands well before the colonists.
Expanding outward as if reaching for her face, several spider-legged flashes danced before her eyes before dissipating.