Having her horn pinged earns a rather piteous squeal from the girl, who tries to shrink away from her captor.  As the two of them climb aboard and get settled, the gunship lifts off and heads back toward HQ.  Miracle of miracles, little miss mouth keeps hers tightly shut for the duration, looking terribly vulnerable as she tucks her knees up and keeps her big brown eyes closed, her pretty face lost and forlorn.<br/><br/>Landing only a few minutes later, a  trio of PROGO politicals are there with mocking smiles and crossed arms.  The tallest and ugliest of the three leers at her.<br/><br/>"Heard you had some trouble tonight at Kuata's Storage, Lieutenant.  Pity, that.  We'd invite you to an immediate debriefing and relieve you of your prisoner, but as I recall you hardcases prefer to do these things by the book.  So we've taken the liberty of filing a report on your expected conduct and you can deal with it when you get around to finally attending a debrief."<br/><br/>The Togrutan tries to hide behind her, trembling harder.