“Would they obey you over Celestia?” Perez was opening one of the plastic crates, moving deftly. Inside was an exoskeleton, folded neatly for transport. He kicked the empty crate out the doors into the hangar, freeing up a little space as he struggled into the suit. Mogyla was doing the same, though it took him well over twice as long. Clearly he hadn’t practiced this, while Perez had. “What if she ordered them not to take any prisoners?”