Peenk swore as the craft rammed her ship for the third time. And the unfortunate space traffic control officer she was screaming at paled at what he heard. He knew who he was talking to. And he also knew that Peenk Montal was famous for her dislike of obscene language. So for her to be throwing it around so liberally meant she was very angry. "I'm sorry, madame, but our closest craft is five minutes away." The shocked Bith told her. "But there are three navy fighters that have arrived on scene. They should be on you at any moment." "Thank you!" Peenk said curtly before cutting his holo image off. At that moment another voice was heard over the bridges speakers. "Unknown craft. This is Commander Baxx Gurwahn, of Hunter squadron." A deep woman's voice came in over the Runner's bridge speakers. "You will move away from that ship, and you will proceed to Defense Platform Five. There you will be arrested. If you do not, then I will disable you. Do you read me?" "Negative! This is Mark Brundal of Coruscant Communications System! I am covering a news story, so you will do nothing!" A high pitched nasally voice shot back. "There is such a thing as a free press you know!" "This is your last warning." The fighter pilot calmly started again. But the craft began maneuvering for another close pass. Suddenly four blasts from an ion cannon struck the craft, destroying it's electrical systems. The darkened craft began to drift away. A single B-Wing fighter then came into view and the offending vehicle jerked as a tractor beam locked onto it. "Hunter Five, Hunter Seven, please escort this ship to it's destination. I'm going to drag these idiots to one of the new Golan 4 battle stations. Take the lead five." Gurwahn said. "Yes Hunter One." A very familiar voice replied. "Will do!" Peenk and Lele looked at each other and smiled. "Long Distance Runner, I'm leaving you with these two excellent Aviators. They will escort you where you need to go." "Thank you Commander." The blonde said. "I'm honored to have a naval fighter escort." "Miss Montal, will you be landing at the Montal hanger?" Lt Dehko Gradz asked. "Negative. We will be going to the 2nd Naval Hospital." Peenk said, her smile now gone. "Melee has to be taken there." "How bad is it?" Peenk could hear the concern in the young man's voice. "Joshua said that what's happening to her is a common thing, and that she'll be ok. But she's in an induced coma right now." "Understood. Follow us in. We'll clear the way." Fifteen minutes later, the Runner came to rest on the rooftop landing platform of the hospital, One of the B-Wings landing next to it. "Ah, Hunter Five, what are you doing? We need to return to the ship." "Negative, Hunter Seven. I'm having engine trouble. Return without me. I'll return if I can locate the problem and fix it." "Affirmative. I'll tell the Commander when I get back. See you when you return." Dekho Gradz popped his canopy and jumped out of the cockpit, his R7 whistling in protest. "I know there's nothing wrong with the engines R7. But see if you can arrange for there to be something wrong with them." The fighter jocky told his droid. The droid whistled once more. "Yes. I don't know how long I'll be here." Dekho jumped off the hull of his fighter and ran to Joshua and Peenk as they stood under the runner with a large tube with darkened glass and one of Kirk's medical droids.