Asya stayed tense as newcomers piled into the shuttle. She nervously watched the hallways behind them, watching in anticipation and knowing that at any moment the drones could come spilling out of one of those hallways and reduce their little escape team into a pile of bloody chunks. But despite her intense desire to get as far away from here as possible, there were at least a few people who she was glad to see. They had one of the more experienced pilots here, that was a good sign. The lecherous combat medic, who she still wasn't entirely glad to have around, but she at least seemed capable when she had to think about something other than finding a likely candidate for loosing her virginity.<br/><br/>The one who relieved her the most, however, was Genie. The explosion scared her, but once the girl landed and she looked mostly unharmed, Asya allowed herself a deep sigh of relief. Then a sharp shredding pain cut through that relief when she heard that the other research engineers were dead. She had hoped that they might have been able to escape... Asya was a combat engineer, she spent most of her time out in the field, repairing weaponry. But she got along really well with the research department, she used to hang out with the whole lot of them quite a bit. Genie in particular she respected a great deal, she had made a lot of developments that would be invaluable to the fight with the Greys in the future. And some part of her deep down inside was willing to admit that she was just glad to see her safe, more than anything else, even though she would never say it out loud, at least not within earshot of anyone.<br/><br/>As they rushed to take off, Asya quickly motioned for Genie to take the seat next to her. Hoping that she would recognize her in the heat of the moment like this. If she was going to die, she would at least like to be alongside someone that she liked, and trusted.<br/><br/>After that there wasn't much more she could do. She could only watch through the little bit that she could see of the cockpit window as they pulled out of the launching bay and made their way down towards the planet bellow. The emergency lights began to flash, and everything began to spin, and she could vaguely remember clinging to Genie next to her, assuming that she accepted the seat, before slipping into the comforting blackness of unconsciousness.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>When Asya finally woke up, the shuttle had stopped moving. She was left drifting in a half-awake haze, vaguely wondering why she was lying down, and what she had just been doing. Then she heard someone else moving around, and things started to come back to her. There was something digging into her back, and she soon remembered that it was her rifle, that it was slung over her shoulder from when she strapped herself into the shuttle. She could also feel her arms wrapped tightly around something thin... squishy, fleshy? Someone's arm. Then she remembered that she had been clinging to whoever was sitting next to her, most likely Genie. But she was in too much pain to be embarrassed about it right now.<br/><br/>With a silent gasp, she would slowly open her eyes, looking through the darkness to see who else was nearby. Her entire body was aching, especially her legs, and her head, they must have bounced around quite a bit during the crash - and she cursed herself for just wearing a visor instead of a full helmet like the actual soldiers. She was now laying on the side of the shuttle that now made up the floor, and for that at least she was grateful. Her visor was completely broken, and rather than the HUD she usually saw, she was looking out through dented metal and broken glass, and she slowly extricated her arms from Genie so that she could remove the visor before it could do any damage to her eyes. Once she was reasonably sure that she was free of injury herself, she would unbuckle her safety harness and lean over to check on her fellow engineer, gently unbuckling her and giving her shoulder a little shake. "<span style="color: darkblue">Genie... are you alright?</span>" she asks, feeling stupid. Of course she wasn't alright, none of them were. But being alive would be good enough for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>