The rather short female sergeant in command of the squad watched as the odd fighter was settled on a grav locked pad, ensuring it wouldnt move without the proper assistance of the hangar personnel. She skewed an ear and sighed as the cockpit opened to reveal a rather odd human. Her eyes took in every detail with wary analysis as she barked the order for him to disembark slowly from the craft. After he was on the deck with his hands up she approached, she was only around 5ft tall, an oddity for her race.<br/><br/>"Hands together in front of you human." her voice was even, devoid of anything other than mild annoyance at being the one given this assignment.  When he complied she used duraplast cuffs to restrain his wrists, then took a scanner and frowned as she waved it over him. "Bring a Mag Locker..." she ordered, a burly sergal in an engineers light armor kit snapped a salute and sauntered away towards a locker.<br/><br/>"Due to the weapons residues and the nature of your arm, the Mag Lock will be set to medium.... Itll restrict your movement but at least youll still have use of it...." sge said in a bored tone without looking at him. She stepped back as the sergal returned and moved forwards, he tapped on the control pad on his wrist, then the small spider looking magnet clamped onto the humans upper arm. It was small enough not to hinder clothing or movement, yet powerfull enough to render all but the toughest droid and AI systems inactive.<br/><br/>"Lets go.... The Captain is waiting... And she doesnt like waiting.." she pushed the human forward as the unit surrounded them, those in front leading them to the Mag Lifts, and after a short ride, towards what could only be a brig area.