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

Josk rolled her shoulders, smiling devilishly at her Captain. [color=f6989d]"You got it, Ray. We'll have this whats-his-face in cuffs in no time. Time to enforce the law and finish off this genocide the Commitee started."[/color] She said humorously, twirling a loose strand of her ponytail. Almost everyone walked into the Phoenix at once, which was probably a bad idea. Nothing more obvious than a squad of heavily armed goons strolling into a divebar and asking questions and getting real chummy. Amateurs. Well, whatever. Not like she really cared about catching this guy, anyway. The people inside the Phoenix could wait. There were a gazillion other classless places just like it. Truth be told, Yasaliah knew exactly how this was going to do down. There were going to trot around this crappy planet, find nothing, and then go home after getting yelled at by the Commitee.  

Instead of walking into the bar like her clueless compatriots, Josk hit her stride and circled around the back of the business. Anyone who was tipped off to the approach of her crewmates would probably leave out the back entrance. Finding a suitable spot in the alleyway, she kept an eye on the back door of the Phoenix. 

Tapping idly on her datapad as if she was searching the net, Josk was in reality checking anyone who exited the Phoenix to be this assassin guy. Anyone that looked like a shape shifter she could accost, pretend to be one of probably many honest sex workers that wandered places like this. Satasis had it easy in the way that pretty much all of them were super hot by common galactic standards, and Josk was like, ten times hotter than that. So it should be easy. If he was in there, they would find him. If not, she would just tag along to whatever other crappy place they found next and just do the same thing until we all got tired and went home.