You stand over the prisoners, still holding your rifle in your hands.
"The battle's over," you say, "and you are at our mercy. Answer my questions."
Both of them glare up at you with open hostility. You fire questions at them about the rebel leadership and are met with stony silence. You ask more general questions about local politics, but the only answer you get is a surprising obscenity from the man. You realize quickly that you're wasting your time. You walk away and compose a quick tactical update to send to orbit.
As you tap in the new intelligence to your forearm display for transmission, Shah sidles up to you.
"What do you want to do with the prisoners, sir? We can't take them with us."