Collecting the prisoners.

Joanna sat aboard the landing shuttle in her battle armour flanked by Corporals Inez Lopez and Elli Xia. Behind them a section of Angels chattered excitedly as they approached the loyal mining outpost. The section was to remain on the station in case the rebels attempted to reoccupy the systems outposts. Joanna and the other NCO's were tasked with escorting the captured militiawomen back to the Persephone. She was frankly very curious to get a good look at the enemy face to face. The shuttle shuddered as it entered the thin atmosphere of the moon and glided down to the outpost. With a lurch and a reasuring bump they touched down and waited until the green disembarkation light signalled that the shuttle hanger's airlock had cycled.

Trooping down into the hanger the Angels were greeted by a contingent of miners dressed in overalls. A knot of miners wielding tools and a few pistols surrounded the two prisoners. A woman Joanna recognised as the one who had sent the message to the task **** stepped forward and thrust her hand forward. Like the rest of the miners the woman was well muscled from the heavy work of her profession. Joanna removed her glove to shake the miner's hand.

"Fuck we're glad to see you here trooper." The miner said, wincing slightly as her wide smile hurt her bruised face. "The sooner you take these fruitcakes off our hands the better. I'm Gwen O'Hara by the way, the company rep for this pissant lump of rock."

Joanna instantly warmed to Gwen's earthy charm. Looking around she saw that most of the other miners had their own injuries and if looks could kill, the militiawomen would have dropped dead on the spot.

"How many did you fight?" Joanna asked out of curiousity.

"Only six." Gwen answered, looking embaressed. "We outnumbered them four to one and most of my girls are well used to a fistfight. These bitches fought like fucking lunatics though. I've got four dead and just about everyone got bust up some."

Joanna eyed the prisoners wearily, both looked docile enough now. They stood with their hands cuffed in front of them and seemed uninterested in the dozen armoured Angels who'd disembarked.

"What do you know of this rebellion?" The sergeant enquired. "We watched a message from them on our ship. They're some sort of cult?"

"Dunno too much." Gwen shrugged. "We only ran planetside every three months. Six months back there were only a few of them. Next time we went down half the colony was wearing that shit with their tits hanging out and covered in tats. They call everyone sister and talk some crap about a goddess and her prophetess. we just wanted to get drunk and blow off some steam, never paid them much attention."

Joanna nodded, a bit disappointed that the miners couldn't shed much light on the rebels motives. Thanking Gwen for the loyalty the miners had shown the NCO's took charge of the prisoners. One was oriental, petite beside the beefy miners and armoured troopers. Her long hair was braided into cornrows, a tattooed dragon curled round her exposed breast and a silver ring hung from her dark brown nipple. Her mate was caucasian with dyed pink hair shaved up the sides and gelled to a peak in the front. A barbell pierced her septum and nipple and tattoed flames ran down her arms. They eyed the three NCO's insolently as they were handed over.

"Three marines in combat armour just for little old us sister." The one with the punky pink hairdo sneered to the oriental. "Looks like their shitting their battlearmour over us."

Both rebels laughed, but strode onto the shuttle without resistance when prompted. Joanna manouvred them firmly towards the seats that had been prepared for them on separate sides of the shuttles gangway. Leg and arm restraints had been fitted to ensure the prisoners caused no trouble in midflight. Joanna saw to the securing of the punky rebel while Inez Lopez looked after the other.

"Look sister, chains." Punky called out. "Looks like they're making us feel at home. I'm getting wet already."

Joanna blushed at the crude comments and knelt to secure the ankles of her prisoner. The rebel obediantly put her feet to the restraints, then parted her thighs and slid her ass forward so that her short skirt rode up to reveal she was wearing nothing underneath. Tattoos of flames ran up her inner thighs and over her shaven mons. Joanna saw the glint of metal at the top of the rebel's puffy labia where a ring was pierced through the woman's clitoral hood.

"How about copping a feel sister." The rebel whispered to the shocked Sergeant. "I won't tell no one if you don't."

Joanna hurriedly completed her task and withdrew from the prisoners. This whorish behaviour had her confused and the Angels sat in silence for the return journey. The prisoners looked bored and unconcerned with their situation, speaking only to taunt Joanna and the corporals with lewd comments. Joanna wondered if the pair would still be so cocky once their interrogation began.