The old scout ship rocked slightly, as though a storm shook its very structure, but the small drone that buzzed around it reported that nothing was moving from an exterior view.
A bird-like flyer veered away, as though its senses were far sharper than those of the electronic device that guarded Rafaela's ship.
The Emperor squeezed himself the rest of the way through the airlock's structure, allowing his form to stretch and bend a bit farther and more flexibly than a human's might.
