Corporal Ruya Aras.<br/>Tagging: Doctor Khatri (<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a>), Tuggerson (<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>)<br/>Location: Cargo Hold -> Crew Quarters<br/>---<br/><br/>Ruya waited with scarcely concealed impatience while a Divinity<b>technician</b>chatted with the Forge assigned<b>Doctor</b>. She wondered what business that egg-head had with one of Ruya’s outfit, not realizing why such menial distinction even mattered, or why it was already making her so frustrated. She didn’t want to speak with any<b>Doctor</b>but orders were orders and she knew the pain of even considering disobeying those.<br/><br/>This<b>Doctor</b>seemed to be just as unwilling and Ruya liked that.<i>Let’s not do this here. Give me about two hours to get everything squared away, and we’ll talk about your… condition. Fair?</i><br/><br/>No, it wasn’t fair, because this<i>condition</i>wasn’t Ruya’s to begin with.<i>It was Forge’s, and the shitty Turkish prison that sold her to them. It was their condition.</i>Her eyebrow twitched with spiking fury but she bit her lip and simply nodded. “Sir, yes Sir.” She confirmed, at the same time mentally noting to prep for another meeting in exactly two hours.<i>One hour, fifty-nine minutes, fifty-nine seconds to go.</i>With a click of her heels, she came to attention, snapped a quick salute to the<b>Doctor</b>, and turned on her heel to leave.<br/><br/>To the Crew Quarters now, to check in and rest until mission time.<br/><br/>This was the hardest part. She too preferred Stasis than this. She was so agitated by everything. The other crewmembers and Forge soldiers, any who looked at her got a scathing look back.<i>What were they looking at? Best let that scar under their nose heal before they decide to ever say anything to Ruya.</i>She had a few tickets of insubordination on her record. Violence. Brawling. Unbecoming behavior. Some fights didn’t end well for her. The aggression spiked, and her inhibitor kicked in, and she…just would freeze up. It was difficult to maintain balance when dipping between two extremes so suddenly.<br/><br/>A quick check with the terminal pointed her to a vacant bunk, which just so happened to be in the room across from Jaxx Herd and the others.<i>The one with the other very angry soldier.</i>Ruya didn’t care. As she strode towards the group standing in the threshold of the opposite room, she nearly bumped shoulders with one – Tuggerson – who was standing about. “Move it, or I’ll add more trademarks to your face.” Ruya snapped at scarred faced man. She saw another woman inside, and a droid, but her eyes swept over them without much interest.<br/><br/>Then she entered the opposite quarter, dropping her gear and weapon on the top bunk and hopping on, letting her legs dangle as she sat there.<i>Breathing. Hard.</i>Through the nose, like a dragon. God, she just needed to get into some combat, quick, before she took some poor passerby’s eyes out and made beads with them.<i>Checklist. Do your inspection checklist</i>her mind told her, in a voice that was not her own.<br/><br/>Pulling her rifle into her lap, brow scrunched, she began to take it apart and ensure cleanliness and efficiency, before putting it back together.[/B]