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>), Open.<br/>Location: Ares 8 Stasis Chamber.<br/>--<br/><br/>There was a sense of elation when the Sergeant accepted her request, though also a small lance of wondering if this was only placation for her.<i>Appease the criminal, make the true decisions behind closed doors.</i>Not only was she attending the mission, but possibly leading it as well? The short woman perked up with a genuine smile. Finally, some responsibility. Even for a simple retrieval job like this, she intended it to go one hundred percent with efficiency and success now.<i>Even with the civilians coming along.</i><br/><br/>“Yes, sir. Private First Class Jones and Fraser will be my choices, Sir.” Ruya quickly stated, so that the Sergeant knew she would be bringing her best. She returned the salute and moved to spin on her heel elegantly to head on to the showers for a change and then a quick bite, before she would inform those two compatriots that they might be selected for an upcoming mission, with or without their consideration. But the Sergeant’s hand grabbed her shoulder. And for a brief moment, Ruya felt nothing but extreme hostility and deadliness towards the higher ranked non-con, if even for a moment. There was an intense combat between the desire to obey orders and to strike the person who touched her so blatantly. Surely the mixture of rehabilitating and mood damper drugs so early after a stasis awakening would not be good for her mental state.<br/><br/>She was given further instruction.<i>Take no chances. The Doctor’s well-being is more important than the retrieval. Probably more important than her life or the two others she was choosing. How very…nice.</i>“Yes, Sir.” She replied in a monotone fashion, biting back the infuriation at being touched still. But having heard his moral standing when it came to patients and the wounded, she wasn’t sure if the Doctor would be so willing to leave behind a possible survivor in a drifting pod. How it turned out remained to be seen.<br/><br/>Without anything more needing to be said, Ruya turned and headed on to the showers, finding herself a nice corner stall where she could be alone with her thoughts a moment. And just…calm down from the rage. She thought the isolation would help her, but it was only a reminder of how the walls could close in around her. Make her feel alone. Back to the wall. Desperate.<i>And the dying serpent bites deepest, they said.</i>She knew she had to get a check up from the Doctor again but she didn’t feel like being prodded by anyone. Maybe she could make him understand she could do without such distractions for a job like this.