[h3][color=f6989d]Yasaliah Josk: Pilot[/color][/h3]

Yasaliah startled awake when Captain Raymond's voice came over the comms. A meeting? Already? What could possibly have happened that was so important? Of course, the pilot did not know of any of the most recent developments regarding a stowaway with pyschic powers and a mysterious pod, but even these events might not be important enough for Yasaliah to consider interrupting her nap. Still, orders were orders. Yasaliah laughed to herself. Yeah, orders were orders. Mantra of the manipulated. Yet the Captain had been mostly good so far, so until his made-up moral codes got in the way (which they eventally would) Yasaliah was okay with following him.

About thirty minutes later, Yasaliah put two wireless earbuds in her ears and began playing some whining, screeching, bizarre electro-wave music from some obscure band on some obscure planet. Only a few people understood the raw emotion conveyed in it's simple, non-rhythmic melodies.

Reluctantly, Yas gave the pilots wheel a little pat, as if it were a loyal pet, and made her way into the docking bay lounge. Humming to herself, the Satasi lazily crashed onto a nearby couch. She was still listening to the song and not really paying attention to anyone or anything in the room.