They're to surrender

As Druuna stepped out of the vehicle through the smoke, she saw the soldiers with their hands behind their heads and their weapons on the ground. They had been followed and surrounded by a large number of people dressed the oddest way. While their clothes were no more than improvised rags, their body armor consisted of cut up old tires and hand shaped pieces of flat metal that were fashioned into breast plates. Their weapons were an assortment of things that ranged from pitch forks to swords. More than enough of them carried guns and automatic weapons.

A rather imposing figure stepped forward. He was about the best dressed among them. He spoke not a word, but motioned to a few others to gather up the weapons the soldiers had discarded on the ground. The soldiers were searched and **** to the ground on their knees. Druuna followed suit.

When it was clear the soldiers were no longer a threat, the imposing figure took off his full helmet. His shoulder length head of white hair shown brightly in the sun. "Well, well, well" he said. "So we meet again, sergeant. How long has it been?"

The sergeant looked at the man in horror. "Khan. It's not possible."

"Oh, but it is. I stand before you. Like the poor marksmen you and your sorry group of trainees are, you keep missing the target." He walked over to Druuna. He lightly caressed her face. "You are not one of them. Are you their prisoner?" Before Druuna could answer, he walked back over to the sergeant. "If not for my superior intellect, we would not have survived what you and Captain Kirok did to us at Antilles. You thought you killed us all, but no, no, no, no, no. I had already figured out a way to escape. We went deep underground where we had enough supplies to last us until you believed us all to be dead." Khan laughed. "You didn't know about the old abandoned missile silos, did you sargeant? We stumbled upon them, and reopened them in such a cunning manner they could not be detected."

"I demand to know what you're going to do with us" the sergeant spoke.

Khan smiled as he gestured with his hands. "My dear sergeant, you are in a position to demand nothing. I am in a position to grant nothing." He took hold of the sargeant's throat and lifted her off the ground with one hand. Her eyes bulged in horror as he sat her down on her feet. "Take off your clothes. All of you. You won't need them where we're taking you."

The rest of the soldiers and Druuna stood up. As they started undressing, the cab door of the wrecked vehicle they had been riding in flew open. "Someone help me, please!" a voice cried out. Burned arms and hands flailed in the air for something to grab on to.