Raise your hands.

You hesitate for a fraction of a second longer than you should have, and lose the initiative. The young man in the doorway has the rifle trained square on you.

Can't dodge that.

Slowly, you raise your hands, as the two men approaches you carefully, the guns barrel never swaying from you. You give the older man a glare, which he returns. Once he arrives within ten feet of you, he talks to you for the first time.

"Turn around, hands behind your back, wrists together."

Knowing you have no other options right now, you do as he says. A moment later, you feel him click a pair of steel magcuffs around your wrists. You briefly test them with a tug, and find that they're not coming loose, even with your cybernetic strength. You speak up, still facing away from him.

"C'mon, you don't need for these, we can just talk this out?"

"Sorry girl, no can do. Don't know what you're capable of. Better safe than sorry."

Once you've been thoroughly restrained, he turns you around, and walks you out of the shuttle, sitting you on the grass besides the cargo ramp. The young man gives you a sheepish smile as you're pushed past him. You glare back.

Leaving you alone, the two of them enter the shuttle. You're on your own trying to break free for several minutes, before they come back outside to you looking sullen and angry.