Rex leaned against a wall, his massive frame casting long shadows in the flickering hangar lights. He tossed a piece of debris onto a nearby pile while the maintenance drones buzzed around, cleaning up the aftermath of the battle.
Fighter ships were circling outside, waiting for the hangar to be cleared so they could land. The scent of scorched metal still hung in the air.
"Mmm, what do you mean what I'll do with them?" Rex asked, glancing at Cleo's holographic form as she shimmered into view above the maintenance station. He spoke casually, but there was a faint tension in his voice.
Cleo, perched on top of the Cleopatra's main cannon in her shimmering projection, tilted her head slightly. Even in her virtual form, she managed to look vaguely amused, or maybe that was just Rex's imagination.
