[hr][center][h2][color=0076a3]Commander Aamra Tulez[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

[color=palegreen]”Commander, will you not be joining us? Conversations with the Committee are never quite pleasant in my experience and can be stressful. It is best to do something enjoyable afterwards, is it not? In any case, a distraction should be a nice change of ones pace and it is to honor your follow Marauder after all.”[/color]

Aamra stared as the crystalline doctor pulled up a chair expectantly, taking pause at the gesture. She'd never really been offered a seat at the games before. Granted she never really asked as she found her meditations more enjoyable then any base pleasures that came from gambling, but moreso then ever she felt as though she should make inroads to the rest of the crew, if only a little bit to maintain her integrity as an officer of the Council. Plus, it was to honor the fallen, and while she planned to honor the sacrifice of Anderson in the style of her faith on her own downtime, there was no harm in doing the same in what would have been his method of remembering those who had past.

[color=palegreen]”Did those facts properly convince you or should I tempt you by offering my sandwich as collateral?”[/color]

...and by the waters, those sandwiches sounded heavenly right about now, and she hadn't eaten since falling into her combat fervor against the pirates.

[color=0076a3]"Very well...I will partake in this,"[/color] Aamra stated, sounding more like she was volunteering for a dangerous assignment then joining a poker game (which, if rumors were to be believed, WERE dangerous if some of these people were involved). Taking her seat next to the doctor, she winced as cigar smoke floated towards her. She was going to be respectful of Anderson's memory, Aamra decided, but she wasn't going to touch those things. Filthy habit.

[color=0076a3]"It seems rather straightforward,"[/color] Aamra commented, rooting around for some spending cash before spotting the Captain with the girl sitting next to him. [color=0076a3]"Erm..."[/color]

[color=lightblue]"Welcome to the Marauders, kid... Teach her how to play fast, because the name of the game is Texas Hold'em, and no you don't need to know anything about Texas to play."[/color] the Captain ordered the crew in regards to the child. [color=lightblue]"Not only does the winner get the pot, but they also don't have to do their share of Anderson's chores."[/color]

Aamra frowned slightly. She had already divided up Anderson's duties among the crew, as per the proper protocol, but she decided to hold her tongue, since she didn't want to come off as insensitive. Duty and busywork was just a great coping mechanism for her, though those concerns were secondary compared to the girl being here.

[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]

Aamra fixed the pilot with a stony gaze in response to the suggestion that they were committing crimes. [color=0076a3]"We are doing neither in regards to this girl, Josk,"[/color] she said promptly. [color=0076a3]"If you are so deeply curious, I will gladly detail to you the situation when the time is more appropriate."[/color] She may have been warming up to them, but Aamra was absolutely not okay with their avant-garde attitude towards criminal acts. Not yet, at least. Aamra took the opportunity to glance at her hand as she lectured the pilot as well; a King and a two. She assumed that was something tolerable to hold onto, at the very least.