"People should not be imprisoned without having the ability to challenge the legality of that imprisonment."
The Eve probe eventually opened her eyes some time later. She tried to recall what had happened when she tried to put her hand to her head and she realized her hands were shackled together. She panicked as she got up from the ground and looked about her. She saw that was no longer on the planet's surface but inside one of the Confederate space battleships. She could tell it was a battleship from it's design, and how she knew it was Confederate? Well, 10 lucky guesses, the first 9 don't count. Battle droids marched along the hanger, taking in supplies and just patrolling.
Her shackles were large, they prevented her from being able to form her arm into a gun, they were also connected to a cord that was being held by to Super Battle droids. Her awkening shook the cord, alerting the droids she had awaken. She flew upwards to avoid them grabbing onto her but they grabbed ahold of the cord and tried to pull her down. She was stubborn and determined so she pulled upward harder.
"Help! Help!" the Battle droids cried as even more battle droids rushed in to try and hold her down. It was quite a humourous sight to see 12 battle droids and 4 Super Battle droids try to hold down the desperate Eve probe like a giant inflatable balloon at a parade. Eventually, she felt a hard tug at the cord, she looked down and her eyes widen with recognition. Staring back at her was the Cyborg who got her into this mess; General Grievous.
She attempted to pull on the cord but she was strong, to her surprise, he pulled down on the cord; hard; this caught her off guard as she landed right into the metal floor. He came menacingly towards her, she tried to fly off but he pulled back on the cord again, causing her to fall back and land hard on the ground. She tried it again, but like an abusive owner to a dog, he yanked back again, causing her to hit the ground.
"It seems that even useless droids cannot hold onto you. No matter; I will take you to be searched, even if I have to drag you like a dog. But I can't deny..." he reached out and put a finger to her 'cheek' "you are the prettiest prisoner to ever come aboard my ship..." he said to her in a slimy way that was obviously done to make her feel uncomfortable. She recoiled in disgust as her shackled hands bat away his hands from her face.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled at him, her blue pixelated eyes glaring back into his yellow peircing eyes.
"heh heh heh; even a caged animal still has the will fight. that will change over time..." he chuckled menacingly, it eventually led to a coughing fit but it subsided as he turned around and yanked on the cord attached to her shackles. Despite her struggling, he held tightly onto her shackle cord; the prisonmaster dragging his pretty little prisoner to the dark depths of hell...
-Transmission lost, attempting to recover-