Telasie stared blankly at the child playing dress up. She stared for a long while, even when he asked her a question. She hated children, they were loud and ungrateful and terribly messy. She managed to form an answer after a minute of silence.[color=82ca9d] "I want to pilot."[/color] Was all she offered. She had to admit this kid had her cornered, though she was already a wanted criminal, and getting shot at would do nothing. After years and years of continuously getting shot she actually began to build up an immunity to plasma. It was still painful and left her wounded, but unless they got her head or upper torso, she would live. The straw left her head and she narrowed her harsh eyes at it, almost hatefully before looking back at her new boss. [color=82ca9d]"My name is Telasie Banthur, not Telzi Bant, like the wanted posters say[/color]." She sneered.

Later on board, she scoffed at her own nickname, openly displeased. However, when she saw what she was steering with, she looked Arms dead in the eyes and glared. It wasn't until the attack began before she stopped looking so cross. As soon as her palms laid to the wheel, she began to grin. Just like the rest of her, the grin was harsh and rude. [color=82ca9d]"This will be fun."[/color] She looked to the gunners for only a moment before she gripped the wheel tightly and began to maneuver it.

Telasie had a talent. Piloting was a part of it, but her real talent lied in that her movements were unreadable and unpredictable. Most people moved in patterns that others and algorithms could catch onto, but she wasn't even aware of where and how she would move the ship next. It was pleasantly responsive and shockingly agile compared to what she expected. Telasie watched the ship and from the planet, maneuvering the ship for minimal damage.