11-02-2015, 01:38 PM
The stormtrooper that had addressed Connor just let out a huff of what might have been annoyance. "Your cooperation is appreciated, Prime." He gestured with his rifle for him to get a move on. "Move your bike aside if you need to, just don't make any sudden moves." A brief pause as he looked back at Sackboy, then spoke up towards Connor again. "We'd like you to remain nearby for a few questions after this is over with."
The lead stormtrooper didn't even lower his rifle at the burlap chap's surrender, but did look somewhat relieved. They almost never surrendered straight away. But he just lifted his left hand and indicated his fellow to move forward. "Your compliance will be remembered in assigning you an appropriate sentence."
The leftmost trooper in the ground lowered her rifle slightly, advancing forward and producing a pair of inhibitor cuffs from her belt. The rifle was clipped back onto her belt, and in a well-practiced maneuver the cuffs were locked around Sackboy's wrists. Not quite tight enough to be painful, but enough that they weren't coming off any time soon.
It was only then that the remaining two lowered their blasters, but kept them in-hand and at the ready. Lifting one hand to his helmet to switch on his comms, the one in charge said simply, "This is Corporal Anderson, reporting. Subject apprehended. Requesting detention vehicle for transport to detainment facility."
"We hear you, Corporal. En-route, arriving in t minus five minutes."
"Roger that." Anderson turned his helmeted gaze back to Sackboy. "Nothing smart in the next few minutes, Prime, and you might get off with just a few little jobs for the Empire to work off your sentence."
Approaching Connor, the one who had been speaking to him spoke again, more quietly this time. "Just for our records: you're not affiliated with that thing..." A vague wave of the hand indicated Sackboy. "...are you?"
The lead stormtrooper didn't even lower his rifle at the burlap chap's surrender, but did look somewhat relieved. They almost never surrendered straight away. But he just lifted his left hand and indicated his fellow to move forward. "Your compliance will be remembered in assigning you an appropriate sentence."
The leftmost trooper in the ground lowered her rifle slightly, advancing forward and producing a pair of inhibitor cuffs from her belt. The rifle was clipped back onto her belt, and in a well-practiced maneuver the cuffs were locked around Sackboy's wrists. Not quite tight enough to be painful, but enough that they weren't coming off any time soon.
It was only then that the remaining two lowered their blasters, but kept them in-hand and at the ready. Lifting one hand to his helmet to switch on his comms, the one in charge said simply, "This is Corporal Anderson, reporting. Subject apprehended. Requesting detention vehicle for transport to detainment facility."
"We hear you, Corporal. En-route, arriving in t minus five minutes."
"Roger that." Anderson turned his helmeted gaze back to Sackboy. "Nothing smart in the next few minutes, Prime, and you might get off with just a few little jobs for the Empire to work off your sentence."
Approaching Connor, the one who had been speaking to him spoke again, more quietly this time. "Just for our records: you're not affiliated with that thing..." A vague wave of the hand indicated Sackboy. "...are you?"