Soon, the Savant completes re-entry, diving toward the calm, deep-blue waters. The sun was setting toward the west, casting an orange ribbon around the horizon that faded to a purple-ish-blue sky. The islands nearby were covered in tropical foliage beyond their sandy shores, and marbled with the green, blue, red, and purple crags seen from orbit. Shafts of light rise up from the mountains and shallows, rising high up into the evening sky.
Salvo extends her left hand- it wasn't clawed, and thus easier to shake.
"Salvo," the quartermaster introduces herself. "Quartermaster. Nice meeting you."