Now, it was one thing to wake up late for the briefing. She had done that a few times in the past. It was quite another thing to be woken up by the violent blaring of an alarm telling you that your ship is under attack. You don't have many opportunities like that in your life, and it's something that you'll probably never forget, if you even live long enough to regret it.<br/><br/>Asya somehow managed to sleep through the alert sent out by her new CO, which wasn't exactly something to be proud of. Normally when she woke up she might just have to sit for a few moments to orient herself, just to relax and slowly wake herself up, remembering what ship she was on and who she was serving with now. For the first time in her life she woke up and found herself completely and totally aware. This alarm stabbed through her early morning haze with a violence that surprised her. She didn't have time to think, or to plan, she had to hurry up and get ready and meet up with her squad.<br/><br/>She shot out of bed, still dressed in her sleeping clothes she darted through the hallways past ranks of soldiers in her rush to get to the nearest armory. By the time she got there she could already hear reports of the airlocks dropping in various parts of the ship, including one of the hallways that exited the armory, and she could hear the sounds of combat on the other side, gunfire and screaming and the gut wrenching sound of those god forsaken lasers. She suited up as quickly as she could into her gear, a slight deviation from the standard soldier fair that included extra room to carry her tools and allow for more movement at the cost of some protection. She would have preferred<i>more</i>protection if anything, but she couldn't afford to be picky.<br/><br/>It didn't take more than a few long tense seconds to get all of her gear and weaponry in place, and by then she was already pretty sure of where she needed to go. She was an engineer, it would be her job to go wherever anything on the ship needed to be repaired. In this particular case when no one was calling out over the radio for anyone to go to any particular section on the ship, she knew it would be best to go to the place where the enemy was likely to go, or where it was most likely that something could go wrong. The generator room.  The main hallway that went directly from her position to the generator room was blocked off, so instead she ran out into the hallway that she had entered through and started taking the long way around. With any luck she could get there early and be ready to assist in the defense or repair any damage that the enemy might inflict before it caused any major issues.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>