Corporal Ruya Aras<br/>Tagging: AMZN-T108m302 (<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a>)<br/>Location: Crew Quarters<br/>---<br/><br/>With methodical precision, Ruya began disassembling her weapon a second time. There was strange solace in the act, breaking and decompartmentalizing the device. It helped keeping the buzzing sensations of inhibitors and emotion-altering essences in her mind settled.<i>No foreign or outside influences. It was all quiet. Happy-like, even, she might describe it.</i>Whatever it was anyways that they put in her head.<br/><br/>She heard the entity before she saw it. Mechanical servos that produced a different sort of weighted footsteps that no human had. An android. At first she ignored the greeting, not thinking it was for her. Why would anyone want to talk to the convict? Of course an<i>unfeeling</i>machine wouldn’t have those compunctions. Then when the android approached, Ruya sighed and put her somewhat deconstructed weapon aside, folding her hands thinking this was some official message or memo from a superior, sending an android to deal with the undesirable criminal in their midst.<br/><br/>Dark brown eyes watched unamused as the droid faltered over its own designation. Then they glanced down at the hand extended. Oh wow, a droid with manners.<br/><br/>“Aras, Ruya, Corporal.” She stated stiffly in military fashion. Surname, name, rank. She almost expected a mental chiding, not of her own making, to rebuke her for not issuing her serial code as well. She…just wouldn’t. It was no different than the number they gave one as a name in prison. She thought all androids had such designations as well. This one gave a name. Ruya began to wonder if it felt the same as her, a prisoner to a will much greater than its own, even within their own body. And just like that, her mood shifted to one less hostile.<br/><br/>She slid off the top bunk, both boots hitting the bulkhead, and she did Ami the favor of clasping its mechanical hand with a firm grip. As equals. “Pleased to meet you.” She said, dropping her hand, though nothing about her expression, tone, or grip seemed to imply<i>pleased</i>. “And what is your function here?”<i>They don’t let my kind talk to androids so this is rather new.</i>She looked at the android inquisitively. No, this must be some sort of trick from her superiors. A test? Oversight? Ruya would play along, until she knew better. She had to, anyways. And even if she got the truth…not like she could do anything with it anyways. Equals, yes. Like pawns.