The Arrest

[Petitioner]

"I said hands on your head, come on! That's right, back there, lock those fingers tight."

In the midst of all this, finally, one of the dock workers piped up. "I, uh, don't think you should be, uhh-"
The man in the flightsuit turned to him with a scowl.

"Look here, friendo, this filthy red terrorist was caught tryin' to espionage on Liberty military property! This is a legal arrest performed under auspices of the Liberty Navy, and this woman is an illegal prisoner of war immigrant no rights no habeas corpus nothin' not a god damn citizen foreign infriltrator-"

The torrent of official-sounding buzzwords was halted by another dock worker with more of a backbone, who raised a taser, his voice, and a point: "Hey, are you even with the Navy? 'Cuz that flightsuit don't look too official to me. What are you doin', wavin' around a gun in that poor girl's face like that on a Zoner base, huh? Are you lookin' to cause another Freeport 2 incident?"
The man in the flightsuit paused, obviously confused, or perhaps just not used to having his authority challenged. He frowned deeply, keeping his gun pointed direct at the Coalitioner's face, but wordlessly raised his other arm up, in a strange gesture of surrender that was contradicted by every other aspect of his body at that moment.