"He's not dismounting his craft, I think he's going to try to take off anyway." The operative reported. "So stop him, grab the security team and take him into custody, he's ignoring direct orders, if he takes off, send the stations security wing out and shoot him down, nonlethal force is authorized. I want a word with him. Now!" Nova ordered. She wasn't frustrated now, she was pissed.
Juneau control began closing the launch bay door, Marines approaching the craft from all directions, weapons drawn, albeit with their stun settings. "Driva! Step out of the craft with your hands in the air! You're being detained!"
