The telepath was going to be late. Dokka sighed and shrugged as he watched the hangar doors in the distance cycle open. The fresh air blew into the hangar level. He drew a deep breath. He shook his haed at the irony of it. Sometimes the 'pure air' on the flying city grew more toxic that the polluted air itself. "Excuse my intrusion, oh high-blessed master." The voice was low and small. Dokka turned in surprise and looked down at the two Trow who faced him. A sharp featured male with self-assurance gazed directly at him and a nervous, pale female dressed like a pilot. Today was a day for the unusual, so he nodded affably at them. "You do not intrude. What's up?" The male Trow blinked and said with infinite pain, "I am Torani, the brother to the Trow pilot that was lost this afternoon. If time permits, of great master....May I go with you to the surface and recover my sister's body?" The girl broke in at the end of his speach, "I'm pilot Uoohani. She, Ahrini....his sister......she was my wingman. She was like a sister. She..." The girl broke off in greif stricken silent sobs. Dokka frowned at the sheer unusualness of this request. He blinked and said uncertainly,"When a Trow work-bee is struck dead-on with a SAM, it explodes. There is...not much...I mean NO body to recover! Right?" The young man looked at Uoohani and prodded her. She pulled out her hand-scanner and gave it to Dokka. It had a her gun-camera recording of what happened. It clearly showed the cockpit making what looked like a soft landing. Dokka was shocked. Trow work-Bees were tough and could maneouver with great agility, but one solid hit would explode the two charged particle cells into a huge explosion. He copied the recording into his Belt-PC and handed the hand-scanner back to small Trow woman. "It's possible...."He started, and saw the look of pain in the young man's eyes, and finished, "She might be alive. Not likely, I grant, but possible." Dokka thought furiously. He reviewed Torani's records. He was a Trow flight instructor and a great pilot. Dokka looked at him levelly, and said as the Ambassadorial Transport docked in the Hangar, "Alright. you are coming with me. The craft pilot is Scav 64-25515F--" "Ragdoll?!" Torani interupted in surprise. "515F, yes, call-sign 'Ragdoll' and you'll be her co-pilot. Depending on the mission parameters, we may not have time to recover your sister's body. BUT... I am under royal edict to investigate the incident down-side. IF ANY thing in sister's crash affects the original incident, I will investigate it, too. is that clear?" Torani blinked at his good fortune and bowed low. "Thank you ,oh blessed master!" The pale Trow girl, Uoohani, bowed and excused herself back to duty. Dokka looked at the Small Trow man and asked, "Why didn't it explode?" Torani was puzzled as he haltingly answered, "Ahrini was a genious. An engineer who was working on new applications for the Molecular Motion Engines in her off-time. Controller Two approved it. He said he saw no harm in it." Dokka groaned. More complications he thought. He wondered what he would encounter once he got to the ground? The answer was one he dreaded. Media is Poser 6