Still handcuffed, they march her thru the facility
She is led to the office of the mining administrator, who leers at her entrance
Allison stands defiantly before the administrator, “I’m a member of the Galactic Alliance. You cannot detain me here. I’ve also defeated a group of Daemons that would have reproduced and conquered this moon”
Allison is escorted to the detention center, where she is greeted by two leering female supervisors.
Don’t think about starting any trouble,” blusters the supervisor.
Allison thinks to herself, “I can’t trigger an inter-stellar incident and I’m sure that Administrator will make my stay substantially longer given the chance…”
She begins to comply, removing her gauntlets.
From the observation room, her security detail watches as well as Allison removes her armored skirt.
She awkwardly removes her armored boots, precariously balanced on one foot.
The young hunter takes a defiant stance, reduced to her stocking feet and form-fitting underarmor
“We’re going to need everything, princess,” sneers on supervisor as her counterpart raises privacy screens to shield her somewhat from the observation room.
