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

Josk had been reclined on the couch, mostly keeping to herself, still a little tired from all the fighting and piloting. She took out the earbuds for her captain and gave a brief nod when he complemented her piloting skills. It was true. She was the best. 

Also, apparently, Anderson died. That's too bad. And, this was his last mission before retirement. That was so sad it looped back around and became kind of funny. Yasaliah barely smirked when that was mentioned but quickly held it in. I mean, come on, she thought. Last mission before retirement? Still, the crew seemed to care about Anderson. To the Satasi, there wasn't much point. Anderson was an okay guy, but surely everyone here knew it was only a matter of time until they all died, right? If she looked up the definition of "disposable" their pictures would show up. They were having a memorial game of Texas Holdum poker. 

[color=f6989d]"I want to play."[/color] She said simply, tossing her music player onto the couch. Gambling, drinking, and smoking. That was fun. Only things missing were sex, guns, and killing assholes. And flying a really fast ship. One day she would find a way to combine everything she loved in life into one massive orgy of entertainment. How? She didn't know. There were a lot of things there that didn't really jive well. But it was a crazy universe, afterall. Who knows?

Yasaliah nodded her "thanks" at the cigs and the drink and quickly began partaking in her vices. They were pretty good, too. Smooth and strong, respectively. She had some of the alcohol in a shot glass thanks to Tango and downed it, the world going wibbly for a moment.[color=f6989d]"Phew."[/color] She smirked, shaking her head a little. 

The Satasi glanced around the room. Pretty much everyone was here, right? One two...Dev, Valanx, Captain, Rae, Aamra, Tony, Astrid...little girl?

Who was that? A child? The Satasi stared intently at the girl for a moment, probably making some intense prolonged eye contact. Yasaliah looked down at her drink for a moment. Nah, she could hold her alcohol better than that. Plus, if her hallucinations involved little girls, that was probably some repressed emotions or trauma the pilot didn't want to deal with at all. It was probably a real human child. Her suspicions were confirmed when the Captain acknowledged her presence.

[color=f6989d]"So, Cap. We, uh, babysitting now? Or...trafficking? I mean, I guess I'm okay if you all are. I just didn't think..."[/color] She looked around, taking a brief inhale from the tobacco tube. [color=f6989d]"Rae? Aamra?"[/color] She vaguely gestured her question at some of the people who had more conventional moral standings. 

As she spoke, she was re-engaged with the game of cards. Feeling a little bored with how everyone was talking about gambling. You know, math, numbers, reading people. Surely, the luck was the best part? That was why Yasaliah kept her two cards face down, not looking at them once, and raised the current bet a little.