\Inglet nods to Palleaon, and Opens his Mind to Possibilities.  A hundred ships on a hundred courses: MindBlink: he Observes them All.  His Sluissi Aftermind is drifting, back to when he was a snakeling, gazing up at all the voriraptors sailing through the sky.  Those leatherbirds were fond of gnatbugs, and they chased those swarms with relish, four hundred wings all swirling, chasing hundreds' targets more.  Young Inglet LOVED to watch them fly.  For Flying meant, to him, True Freedom.  A way to rise above the fist the Occupation had brought down.  Those birds are WHY he studied engineering, science, math and physics, learning . . . how to Lift all Flightless Folk to sail the Stars . . .

OOC Inglet, as his Sluissi nature so demands, is taking EXTRA TIME for Palleaon's requested analysis.  (Even, if it kills him.)

 [ . . . Inglet then completes *another* analysis, of the drones this time. Chimaera survives; scene ends . . .  ]