<ul>His words were muffled. She was barely listening as he rolled her onto the stomach and secured the cuffs around her wrists. The pain she felt was like hot steel, piercing through her stomach and spreading to the base of her spine. Another groan escaped from deep within her throat, and she seriously considered kicking him in the balls as hard as she could manage. He'd feel that. "You <span style="font-style: italic">fucking</span> piece of shit asshole," sucking the air in through her teeth, Zilah blinked away the moisture in her eyes.<br/><br/>The patrol officer hoisted her back up to her feet, and the woman stumbled around in a daze, slipping in and out of consciousness. When her back hit the cold surface of the med-bay, she was almost thankful for the straps that held her in place. Turning her head to the left, she watched him disappear behind the double doors and ran a pink tongue over her dry lips. She had never let herself get this bad before, and it scared her. Was she getting a lot less careful or were the droids smarter?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Initializing analgesic administration.</span><br/><br/>"About time," she mumbled, glancing down as an electronic arm inserted a needle into the flesh of her stomach. A cold sweat ran through the woman's body, and she watched the AI system with weary eyes, not quite trusting it with her body. However, the patrol officer was gone and she was strapped to an uncomfortable slab of metal. Trust or not, this was all there was to it. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Administering antiseptic.</span><br/><br/>"Oh my....son of a bitch!" She shuddered a small whimper, rolling her head back onto the table. Apparently, the pain killers didn't do anything. The woman's chest rose and fell with her struggled breathing, and she wished the patrol officer had punched her and knocked her out instead of putting her through this. The system said something about 2-octyl-cyanoacrylate, but Zilah didn't care anymore. The white foam sizzled as it made contact with her skin, the surface immediately feeling tighter.<br/><br/>Then it was all over. She had been lying there for a few moments until she realized her captor wasn't coming. Frustrated, the woman pounded against the medical surface with a heavy boot.<br/><br/>If Quen was looking for anything particularly incriminating, he would not find it. Sure, there were the weapons lying around, but those were small-time considering Zilah's list of offences. Her most recent acquisition was a particularly old piece of weaponry, thought to belong to the first colonizers. It was a symbol of national identity and it now lay hidden under heavy security and layers of codes that the imperial puppet could not even begin to crack. <br/><br/>So, she just lay there. He would give up eventually, and she would be there -- waiting.<br/></ul>