It's a dang good thing Gem never left home without a dagger.

Impulse was alone in what he was begging wouldn't be enemy territory.

And, yknow, the Rebellion doesn't know he's not a threat anymore.

They'd probably think he's a spy.

They would never take him in.

There might be a Rebellion fighter about to jump him righ-

Imp shook his head.

He was being paranoid.

Then he got jumped.

They came up behind him, foot infront of his ankles and pushed him over while he was off guard. 

They got on his back as he felt something sharp held just touching his neck and he wasn't exited to find out what.

"Why are you here. Where are the rest of your group," she said. Imp assumed at least, from the feminine voice. She also had a notable saytr accent. "Talk."

"I-I'm not here to hurt anybody!" he panicked.

"A LIKELY STORY."

"No I j- I just wanna join the Rebellion!"

This seemed to catch her off guard.

She muttered something about a 'twenty' that Imp didn't catch.

After quite a few long moments, his ambusher patted him down for weapons; he'd made sure not to come armed. She then shuffled off his back but immediately put a VERY tight grip around his wrist. He took the moment to face his ambusher.

She was a slightly scruffy ginger satyr with chipped deer antlers and an air of menace.

"I'm not taking you to join, I'm taking you to be interrogated. I need a second opinion."

Well, better than nothing.