The last thing he remembers is the approach to the space-liner. He was giving his equipment one final check - final preparations for insertion.

Then his head hurts. He's got cottonmouth, and he's waking up.

He sits bolt up-right, and he's half way to his feet before the shackle around his wrist jerks him back down. He lands hard, and looks over to see what he's been handcuffed to. Or rather, who.

No weapons, no armor, and he's handcuffed to the biggest asshole in the Legion.

"You've gotta be kidding me," He breathes.