Corporal Ruya Aras.<br/>Tagging: Charlie Mckay(<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>), K-Doc (<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a>), Open.<br/>Location: Crew Quarters -> Doctor’s Office.<br/>--<br/><br/>Scarcely had the android been gone, and Ruya seated on her top bunk with her twice-dissembled, twice-reassembled weapon tugged onto her lap, when another intruder entered her quarters. While she might have been content to ignore the newcomer, perhaps her bunkmate, a compulsion in her mind drew her gaze to the individual regardless. What if it was an officer? What if she defied protocol and authority with her ignorance? She didn’t like being a prisoner in her own body and mind.<br/><br/>Still, it was only an enlistee, knocking on her door, looking absolutely nervous.<i>As he should be.</i>Ruya said nothing, staring with piercing eyes though it wasn’t by her choice. It was only an invitation. To the mess hall. For some beers. She normally liked beer, but alcohol could interfere with the mixture of drug treatments she was currently on, such as rage reduction, adrenaline enhancement, and so forth. It might trigger something alarming.<i>Wouldn’t that be amusing?</i>It was the first smile she had since coming aboard.<br/><br/>Then she felt a cold sensation flood into her mind.<i>Personality suppression.</i>She was meant to be a killer, not a soldier. A soldier got to have friends. Murderers stayed contained and isolated. “Sounds like fun, comrade.” She said mockingly of Charlie’s offer at comradery and gathering. “But I’m busy with other tasks. For now.” She said, eyes dropping seemingly docile to her weapon, which was all she was really busy with it.<i>But it didn’t offend the regulating foreign entity in her brain.</i><br/><br/>Her commlink then beeped.<i>Report to Doctor Kahaan for medical check up and status in twenty.</i>She shuddered, despite it being a cold, automated message. What were they going to poke her brains with now? It took her another few minutes to finish her reassembly, before she hoped off the bed and adorned her combat jacket. She left the weapon behind, stowed away, before marching off into the corridors and through the twisting hallways, until with three minutes to spare, she ended up outside the doctor’s office. Again, her mind argued against such mindless obedience, but felt the peaking flow of coldness in her mind, stifling any such thought of independence.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she stepped to the doctor’s door, and knocked, not knowing, or perhaps not caring, that another might be inside.<i>Get this over with…and maybe her mind controller might sate her with a beer.</i>