Corporal Ruya Aras.<br/>Tagging: Sergeant West (<a class="username" data-user-id="33696" data-username="@Black_Out" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33696/">@Black_Out</a>), Jaxx Herd (<a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a>), Open.<br/>Location: Ares 8 Stasis Bay/Showers.<br/>--<br/><br/>Awakening from stasis was like awakening from a dream. And not in the comfortable, slow and steady pace of waking in one’s own bed. It was like being thrust<i>up</i>out of cold water, suddenly bereft of its numbing embrace, with all one’s organs straining for beat and function all at once. Ruya gasped, covering her mouth with her forearm as she coughed and heaved for air, eyes sweeping as she took in her surroundings. The stasis delayed her inhibitor drugs, leaving her mind strangely blank. Now was a chance to trod new paths in the field of her mind, suddenly having full autonomy for once, but it was not long lasting. Alarm and urgency sprang up. She was last, as always, and felt the humiliation of being behind, falling in at the rear of the group, not having even those first few moments to recuperate and compose.<br/><br/><i>Orders.</i>It was not her first time in stasis so she could ignore the hunger pains for now. She wanted a shower at least, before she entered her combat suit for what might be the last stretch of her life. Or not. She hated waiting to find out. Sergeant West gave them a brief rundown. They were making a small detour to collect some pods and as always, asked for volunteers, which was pointless in a service where everyone had to serve regardless of what they really wanted. Well now the drugs were churning in Ruya’s mind. This<i>is</i>what she wanted, or was made to believe she did. So she stepped forward, and…<br/><br/>Only to be pre-empted by the egghead from the Doctor’s office. Ms. Herd.<br/><br/>Ruya’s eyes narrowed, though remembering the strange touch on her cheek by the same woman, and pouted slightly when Ms. Herd asked about their current status. She was alive, wasn’t she? Barely dressed either, Ruya noted, her eyes sizing up the woman’s figure. Leave the military details to the soldiers, she wanted to point out but with that gentle touch in mind, she just couldn’t bring herself to rage. Instead Ruya just spoke up after Ms. Herd asked her question. “Permission to volunteer my section for the EVA assignment, Sergeant.” Ruya spoke up, stepping up before Sergeant West and coming to brisk attention. As a Corporal she did command a team of privates and she had experience with extra-vehicular activities in the vacuum of space. She was ready for this.