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

	Josk waved off the Captain's reliances, sure Tango could never, ever, do anything right. Unfortunately a few minutes passed and her hangover had completely vanished, the Satasi feeling right as rain. Well, shit. Guess he was right after all. If the robot cared about it's relationship with Yasaliah it would be disappointed to know that it always being correct and trustworthy somehow made the pink and purple pilot resent the ship's AI even more. The tune of the Council chimed throughout the ship and Josk rolled her eyes, sitting back in her chair. Only a few moments later did she grip the sides of the pilots seat and sit up straight.

	[color=f6989d]"Code Velvet?"[/color] She said over the comms after the Council had left them all in peace.[color=f6989d] "That's just perfect."[/color] Sighing, she glanced down at her semi-nude body. Getting dressed? So early in the morning? Whatever. [color=f6989d]"Fine. Be there in a few[i]mumbmghugrm...[/i]" [/color]Her words tumbled over themselves as if completing a sentence was too much effort. She was exhausted. Way too tired for a Code Velvet. Fucking Council. Didn't Andy like, just die? How are they going to expect them to keep going after such a tragic loss? Well, maybe it wasn't too tragic for Josk specifically, but other people sure cared about the guy. Plus, they weren't even operating at full effeciency now that they had lost a crew member. 

	Standing from her chair, her bare feet padded down the hallway as she found her way to her crew quarters. Her room was small, but bursting with as much color as the Satasi could cram in. Posters of beautiful, mostly naked people of both genders and a variety of species were crumpled and taped against the walls. Pop stars, actors, actresses, what have you. Didn't matter too much. There was a semi-clean rug that had a genuinely tasteful pattern of reds, purples, and pinks on it that covered most of the floor. Her bed contrasted with most of the room by being a vibrant blue, with it's aqua pillows and sheets tossed this way and that, undone. There was a desk against the far wall with a rolling, spinny chair. Ontop of the desk was a simple computer, painted black and boring. There was a wardrobe full of different types of clothes. Sure enough, her crop top and short jeans weren't there from last night. Who the fuck knows where they ended up. Eh, she could always just buy more. Indeed, the wardrobe was full to burst with tops, bottoms, boots, and shoes, and one could assemble a single modest outfit between all of them. Taking a step back, she considered what she saw. Smiling, she selected the outfit she desired.

	Eventually she emerged from her room. Skin-tight low-rise black leggings tucked into black boots. Josk had also picked out a single-shoulder shirt, tied where her ribs stopped, the extra red fabric trailing down her right side. Since, apparently, this was a Code Velvet, Josk had also decided to bring her pistol with her. The handgun was tucked into the back of her leggings, held coldly against her skin by pressure alone. 

	Tying her long and frazzled purple hair into a high ponytail as she walked, eventually she made her way into the Briefing Room, the last one to arrive. [color=f6989d]"So, Captain, who's ass are we kickin' today?"[/color] She asked confidently, taking a bite out of a piece of bread she had acquired from somewhere. Glancing around the room at the other members gathered here,  her piercing blue gaze lingering on the kid, Rendyl, for a moment longer than the others, she refocused back on Raymond.