[OOC: Asuka's a very traumatized, very bitter teenager, with a lot of history. She lost her mother at a young age (this will likely be picked up on; the exact how and why likely will not be). She used to be some sort of robot pilot and has been in combat. She's also dealt with injuries and she doesn't trust easily. She's abrasive, angry, and likely to lash out if she feels she's being pushed. Has an eyepatch on her left eye. ]

Wake Up

[ Asuka wakes up. There's not quite a scream on her lips, but there is an audible gasp as she comes out of the darkness. She finds herself sitting up in the pod, trying to draw deep breaths of air. She's shaking; a nightmare that she can't remember. There was the beach, that hideous, red sea and the disembodied head looming on the horizon like some sort of sick, alien moon or sunrise. Fingers on her throat, the feeling of being pursued, an offer-

And here she is. She doesn't know how long it's been or where "here" is, but she's alive. That's the important part. Even if her left eye and arm are still covered in bandages. She winces and runs a hand through her hair. There's something tugging at her attention, whispers and voices and emotions at the edges of her head that seem to want to grab at her attention or threaten to force their way into her head. Stuff that she can't quite identify or place as her own (although they feel like they could be hers). She winces and reaches back to free herself form the tube (this feels strangely familiar) and levers herself over the edge of the pod.

Her legs fold under her as she hits the deck and she goes down with a flurry of cursing in German. It's loud in the enclosed room. Probably loud enough to attract attention, if the 'thud' wasn't. ]


Ghosts

[ The station is eerie. An abandoned spire in a slowly decaying orbit over a dead world. They're supposed to find something here. She's not sure what. A weapon or a device or something that's supposed to help them in their never-ending fighting against... whoever it is they're fighting. At least the Angels were a little more clearly defined. Then again, humanity lost that war in the end, so who gives a crap? Asuka sure doesn't. Or she tells herself that and buries her emotions as deep as she can, because like Hell is she going to think about the world she left behind.

It's hard not to draw comparisons though, especially as she picks her way through the dust. The oxygen scrubbers are still working away, somewhere in the bowels of the massive structure, so at least they can breathe. There are hull breaches here and there, though, so getting too comfortable isn't really advisable. But she's stopped here, amid the debris and wreckage of a civilization that felt the need to build this thing, so she can stare out an observation window. Below them, the planet continues in it's never-ending turn, the surface burnt brown, the oceans turned to dust. Something happened. Maybe that's why they're here. She stares for a long moment and anyone passing nearby catches a flash of red sea and sand and a giant, staring head of white flesh and crimson eyes, rising above the horizon like the sun.

Then she turns away with an angry snort and the moment passes. ]

What are we even supposed to be looking for? There's nothing here but dust and run-down machinery!

[ She kicks a piece of debris and it goes skidding down the hallway into shadow, the sound echoing in the empty station. ]

What a waste of time.

Wildcard

[ You know the drill. ]