“Commanders, to me,” Kestrel said.

Sylph, her curiosity just barely hidden in the sinister glow of her eyes, swam down to him. Several more followed, tails twining. Kestrel motioned for them to follow to the next room.

Negative light flashed, and the sound of unsteady footsteps filled the air.
Kestrel rarely asked drones to assume human form as it disoriented them, but the commanders valued a free mind and were often more useful that way. They were dressed in Skaeyan clothing that suited their primary tasks.

A light caught his eye.