Navarre sat silent for several moments, going over everything he had heard from his engineer and the robot. He released a silent sigh as he glanced over at his head of security. Okay, I'm afraid to ask. What's next on the security agenda?" "Our helmsman, Silvario has picked up two stranded fighter pilots, but is apparently familiar with them. Granting them passage to the Hub. They were according to the report, nearly depleted of fuel." "Fighter pilots?" Navarre frowned. "From the Caledonia, which was apparently taken by Pirates while attempting a short cut through the Fringe arm." "Dumb." Navarre shook his head slowly. "An area to be avoided if at all possible." "I shall bring them in." La'Ahna grinned as she headed for the door. "This day is going about normal." He leaned back in his chair, a small grin on his face.