The clicking noise as weapons were readied, and aimed at Neymi were audible to the chesty hybrid.  Still, from her scan, they weren't live rounds, just shock rounds.  In fact, she could already get the jist of their orders.  Subdue and capture, if they resisted open fire.  Still, it was a lot of guns, and they were all pointed at her.  As she moved to who she assumed was the commander, she could see he was a man in his late twenties with short cropped brown hair.  Despite his looks, he stared at her with disinterest... at least until she placed a bit of lust into his mind.  His uniform appeared to be a medium assault armor similiar to what she had seen Darrion wore, but it was clean and 'pretty', unscathed, polished, and made to look new.  On the right breast was a field of blue with crossed swords, while on the left breast appeared to be decorations, with his ranking on his right shoulder.  "Captain Rooney, ma'am.  I'm here to arrest you, as per orders from the council.  We're to detain you until a decision is made about your punishment."<br/><br/>It was clear he was staring at her breasts, after all, they were quite large, and her crossed arms only served to push them up further.  Her own psionic attack had done the trick<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>