Led out of the swamp where she'd so unceremoniously landed Mya found found herself in a marshy clearing where a Confederation transport and more soldiers waited. With numerous rifles pointed at her she was ordered to strip out of her jumpsuit. She obliged cautiously, eying the men around her with growing unease. The fact that she warranted so many guns aimed at her appeared to mean they felt her to be dangerous, a feeling she didn't share for a moment, but tried to hide with a look of defiance. Two soldiers quickly manacled her arms and ankles, and she stood shivering as a light rain began to fall. The environment was tropical, but the breeze and rain, and not a insignificant amount of fear gave her a chill.

A female soldier approached, and those others closest to her moved aside with a certain degree of reverence. Dark skinned, her face scarred and one eye the dull white of blindness, she approached with a sardonic grin on her face. Without hesitation the woman pressed a vicious looking shock stick into Mya's side. The pain was excruciating, made doubly so when another of the soldiers did the same. She nearly buckled but managed to stay on her feet. The female soldier leaned in close.

'My name is Sargent Zoola,' She hissed coldly, with a maniacal glee in her voice. 'My job is to take you to the facility for processing and I will have no trouble from you, yes?'

She moved around to face Mya directly. Still gasping from the shock she nodded, eying the crackling weapon in the woman's hand.

'Just to make sure that we're all on the same page...' She said coldly.

'No...' Mya whispered before they shocked her again...