Corporal Ruya Aras.<br/>Tagging: 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>), 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>), Lt. Cartwright (<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>).<br/>Location: Medical Bay.<br/>---<br/><br/>The strange, intrusive touch by Ms. Herd should have garnered at least a snarl, even a slap, from the usually wound up Corporal. She dared to touch her? Made the whole gesture slow and open like she was some caged animal at the zoo. She wasn’t doing Ruya any favors treating her like how Forge intended her to be perceived.<i>As a dangerous weapon.</i>Jaxx was spared a spiteful comment however at the Lieutenant’s entrance.<br/><br/><i>Makes sense. Send the expendable soldiers on an expendable barge that can’t even fend off simple pirates.</i>Ruya’s eyebrow twitched at just how demeaning and minimalizing the Lieutenant’s comments really were. They were just product and commodities, and if they happened to be<i>lost</i>, they could easily be replaced with a recruitment drive through the prisons and slums.<i>Ruya might have been one of those pirates if she hadn’t gotten caught, living outside the law…living free.</i>The Lieutenant wrapped up with his orders, even suggesting to put her,<i>Miss</i>Ruya, first into statis. Calling her<i>Miss</i>again, like she was some independent entity and not some mind controlled gun-blazer they experimented on. How nice of them.<br/><br/>Her mind flooded with a cooling sensation before she could think the next logical thought, of how she wanted to punch in the Lieutenant’s face with her fist until she saw pink brain matter, but the thought was drowned out. She shivered a little, the cooling mix flooding through her entire body, as if to cool down the fiery wrath that swelled in her.<br/><br/>Now it was just her and the doctor.<br/><br/><i>That’s…that’s quite a mix of drugs you’re on. How are you feeling?</i>The light bore into her eye, small lances of pain darting into her eyeball at the penetrating light. Ruya stayed absolutely still. “What do<i>you</i>think I feel like, Mr. So-Called Doctor?” She snapped at first, before pursing her lips. No, the Doctor didn’t deserve that. He did seem like he was trying to help but…he was stuck with a shitty job on behalf of Forge, to make sure their convict-turned-soldiers stayed good and stable. “I feel like,” she began again, more softly, “nothing, and yet everything. I could kill someone. And then dance like not a care in the world.” She explained softly. Did that make sense? She felt like she had so much rage but looking at her hands…they were open and still. Not even twitching anymore with the want to hit someone. The drugs really did inhibit her.<i>If a firefight broke out in the next minute, Ruya wouldn’t be able to shoot. That was one of the fallbacks of this control. It worked too well sometimes.</i><br/><br/>And it activated itself almost without her broaching.<br/><br/>“Doctor…who or what is Dr. Mengele that you keep referring to? And what does it have to do with me?” She then asked, the Istanbul born girl missing the reference completely, as she never did have a proper education and upbringing.