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

	Yasaliah donned a pair of sexy, mysterious sunglasses and strode down the ramp of their ship. Other than that her outfit hadn't changed at all- she didn't mind the heat. Nothing was hotter than her. Well okay, the sun might be, but she couldn't get anyone out of anyone wearing cargo pants. She had to look good to work her magic. If they wanted to find a shape shifting assassin, they might have to talk to some of the locals; and as far as Josk was concerned, no one was better at persuading than she was.

	[color=f6989d]"Considering how many people this asshole has killed, I don't know why we can't just put a bullet in his brain. This guy gets better treatment than we do. Do you know how many innocent people I've killed?" [/color]She asked everyone, complaining loudly to those around her. 

	[color=f6989d]"...Well, less than this guy, for sure."[/color] She said with a cheeky smile and shrug. In her own mind, she hadn't directly killed anyone that didn't deserve it. Now, did she indirectly have a hand in the death of innocents by piloting her ship with expert skill and precision? Maybe. But those people knew what they were getting into when they signed up to protect such precious cargo. If they were smart, they would have taken it for themselves. So, really, all the people she killed where either stupid or had it coming.

	[color=f6989d]"Anyway. I can do the talking. I bet this guy's left a wake, a trail, someplace at sometime. Somebody's gotta know who comes in and out of a place where people lay low. With a little bit of palm-grease and some convincing...I can get it out of anyone. Where we goin' first? I don't know my way around this dump. The seedier and scummier, the better."[/color] As she spoke she fiddled with the DNA scanning app on her datapad.