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

The sound waves never made it to the pilot's disabled comms unit.  She had ended up in the cockpit, and even though she technically had her own room she always felt more comfortable at the pilot's seat. Sitting comfortable in the pilot's chair, Yasaliah had her head tilted to the side, her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging wide open. Loud snoring filled the entire bridge. Yasaliah was still in her underwear, not bothing to change. Her clothes were...somewhere. Maybe one of the crew members had them, maybe they were still on that gambling table- the Satasi couldn't care less.

Tango, on the captain's orders, and seeing that she was not responding to anything coming into her comms, activated a neural arm. With robotic precision, the metal arm injected the shot directly into her left thigh. A moment passed, as not even the sharp pain of serum being injected directly into her blood veins could wake up the pilot from her slumber. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and she immediately had to stifle a dry heave, ending up in a coughing fit.

[color=f6989d]"Fleestad!" [/color] She spluttered, falling to the cold floor. Propping her upper body on her elbow she glared daggers at the robot as her head swam in nasuea and her stomach churned. [color=f6989d]"Fucking piece of shit robot asshole, fuck off you fucking fuck!" [/color]Her hostile vulgarity didn't hurt the robots feelings and only made her throat more hoarse. God, she was thirsty! 

[color=f6989d]"What the Ghllght was that!?" [/color] Expanding and deflating rapidly like an angry balloon, Yasaliah's pink face flushed blue as it blood rushed to her face, both from rage and embarassment, as if she had been outplayed by the ship's AI.

"It is time to wake up, Pilot Josk."

[color=f6989d]"You could have just fucking asked me to wake up!"[/color]

"I attempted to wake you up 18 times before the injection started." Tango responded factually.

[color=f6989d]"Yeah- well- fuck you!"[/color] She flipped off the passive neural arm that slowly receeded into the ship's hull. 

"The Captain has asked you to to evaluate if the Monroe is still on course to the fuel depot, and if there is enough fuel available to arrive safely."

The pilot grumbled, and began scanning the ship's various HUD's and screens with her blearly blue eyes. Tapping a few buttons, she brought up the corresponding menu. They would just about make it. They would be cutting it close though, that fight with the Ulnar hadn't done anything for the ship. Cutting it too close for comfort, but they would make it aslong as they didn't take any detours.

She tapped her ear, only to find the communicator was missing. Swearing once again, she got on all fours and began fumbling around for the small piece. No hangover, she thought to herself. The shot had spared her of it, but such a thing was unnatural! That wasn't right! 

"I can relay a message to the Captain for you." Tango offered.

[color=f6989d]"Eat shit and die,"[/color]Yasaliah responded, her upper half vanishing beneath the console. Eventually, her fingers found the damn thing and she placed it into her ear after turning it on. It had been a long moment since Raymond had asked his question.

 [color=f6989d]"We should make it to the fuel depot, Captain, but with not much fuel left to spare."[/color] She answered, clambering back into her seat and rubbing her face.

[color=f6989d]"Feel free to delete Tango off the face of the universe at any time. Fucker just injected drugs into me for no good reason."[/color] Josk complained, shooting a glare at the ceiling. Her rivalry with the AI was longstanding and public, but it was usually more subtle than loudly complaining to everyone on comms.