Once not even a little air resistance could be heard on the hull of the shuttle Micca knew that they were in space. It was somewhat exciting even in this environment. Micca had never left his planet, let alone the continent he lived on.
Before long the sounds of docking rang throughout the interior of the shuttle as clamps attached themselves to the hull. The shuttle was pulled into a hanger as it started pressurizing and then the boarding ramp opened.
Many people started falling out as the ramp opened and pulled others with them through the chains they were all attached with. Then those inside hurried to get up and finally give those at the bottom room to breathe. Most of them still lied still. NSF officers went in and unhooked the chains from those unconscious as medics began to check for any signs of life and make calls on who they could save with minimal effort.
As the group was watching the state of their fellow passengers Security Force officers rushed them out and down a hallway, swatting anyone with a baton who didn't move on quick enough.
The line of prisoners were quickly led down the hallway past windows showing the cold darkness of space and a small view of the planet they just left.
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As they were brought down snaking halls, passing by an assortment of unknown doors with various markings on them, they arrived in a larger gathering area which was cleared for what looks like an assembly of the new crew.
Micca saw maybe three hundred people already lined up in front of the stage made from old metal crates bolted together with supports. Around it stood various naval officers talking between themselves as if it was any other day. Lined up right in front of the stage were various Naval Security Force personnel watching the growing crowd vigilantly.
As Micca saw them he realized how many more were standing around the edge of the room along with two for every row of prisoners. With the two per groups of almost forty, a dozen up front, and another score around the edge of the room they numbered around fifty. Each one of them was equipped with a large shotgun, a strange looking baton, and thick hard plated armor. Their uniform was solid black armor along with helmets containing respirators. On top was a sash with heraldry of this division of the navy and a badge pinned to it with the seal of the navy, an eagle flying through stars.
The thought of just those present was scary enough, but there was an even greater number still on the planet rounding up the rest of the people of their sweep. If ever Micca thought there was a chance of escaping, it was gone when he realized how well equipped his wardens were.