Junebug backed slowly into the hangar keeping the sullen but non combative Nia between her and the would be gunmen. Stepping through the blastdoors she slapped the access panel and the heavy powered doors slammed shut with a crunch. There was a shout of chagrin from the other side and several shots rang out against the other side of the door. Throwing down the emergency breach control she locked out the manual operation control on the other side. It was intended for catastrophic decompression but it wouldn't take trained personnel with acess to the stations system more than a few minutes to override.

"Prep the fighter!" she yelled to Neil and manhandled Nia over to a rack of heavy industrial vac suits.

"Really sorry about this," Junebug said as she stuffed the police captain into the suit and sealed the closures. She disconnected the maneuvering jets and activated the emergency beacon on the suit. Then, dragging the struggling Nia to the magnetic containment field, she pitched the suited woman out into space. Nia tumbled end over end out into the void.

"We are not making any friends in official circles," she noted as she raced back to the fighter Neil was busilly prepping. It was a two seater model so she climbed into the copilots seat.

"Uhhh did you just space the leader of the systems police?" Neil asked, glancing towards the magnetic containment field.

"The theory being they will have to spend time retrieving her before they come after us," Junebug explained before pulling the closure lever to seal her transparent pod around her. She pulled the communications set onto her head.

"Taya, are you receiving?"

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