They locked her down with a clamping bar. This is a restraint for people in space-suits, because most EVA suits don't let you bend the right way for handcuffs, and the ones that do, well...
it works on those, too.
at the airlock, they at least waited until the lock was pressurized before removing her helmet, passing her into a smallcraft bay, and anchoring her knees-down to a deck between two aerofighters. "this is new." she noted as soon as she realized she was alone with five Elemental-breeds in the bay.
"New?"
"You lot usually just space my kind." she said, "We don't usually get the whole 'asking questions' first."
"Federated Suns...Draconis Combine, Republic space, Wolf, Hell's Horses, Rasalhague Dominion, did I miss any?"
"Did a run in Falcon space a few months ago." she said. "Why am I still alive?"
"Because...the whole objective of taking you alive is so you will be alive." The darkest skinned Elemental stated, "That should be obvious, Quiaff?"
"Not one of yours, so no, it's not obvious. I don't know anything you can use, we set up the routes specifically so that none of us know more than we have to to do the job, finish the job, and get paid."
"That...baling wire and spit wreck you call a jumpship would be a disgrace."
"The ****** you say, the Melisune is a classic! small jump signature, just enough cargo space to handle a job!" she turned a little red, "You do not call my father's ship a disgrace!"
the exceedingly tall man broke a smile. "Pride...there it is. You know, life would be a lot easier, and you could finally get something besides flex-seal and rigging tape to fix your coolant leaks, if you were not so insistent on being...Jordan, what is the word?"
"Independent, Star Commander."
"Yes, 'Independent'...Legitimate work is out there, you do not have to keep smuggling...what is this anyway? Steroids? Performance drugs? Poisons?"
"A little of 'I don't ask questions'." she hissed.
He chuckled, "Spacers...but you know what they are anyway."
"my people don't use merchandise..."
"Of course they do not! if they did, you would all be breathing deep space instead of being offered the once-in-a-lifetime, best-not-refuse-it offer my Clan summoned you here for."
"Wait...you...you're the customer?"
"How do you get an ace smuggler to walk in the door, Miss Sayha? you offer them a job." He tossed the satchel module to the side, "The goods are of no import, I am here to offer you a charter job, and Clan Snow Raven will pay for repairs to your vessel as part of the payment. no reason to let dodgy incompetents put your lives and crew at mortal risk for under-the-table."
"and if i don't take the job..."
"Well, I can't say the weather outside the hull is particularly comfortable." he told her, "you will be treated as smugglers, and disposed of accordingly."
"What's the job?"
"First, do you accept I am serious about my terms?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then, Jason, unlock Sindra here, and let her crew know she has agreed to our terms...terms which you might be pleased to note, were required for my mission, since your navigational computer's database is corrupted beyond any sort of recognition-how do you navigate that...the Melisandre so well?"
"Knowledge and memory." Sindra stated.
"Then you may consider we are interested in buying your expertise, and we will discuss destinations once your...ship...has been properly repaired and brought up to some kind of rational spec, in the meantime...enjoy the hospitality and do not enter any restricted areas without escort."
