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

	Josk shifted her weight onto one leg, continually checking her datapad for signs of disturbances. She blew some air through her luscious lips and toyed with her luxurious locks of lavender hair, the loose strands that hung down from her ponytail. Josk realised that there was no way she could pass off as some random lady of the night, because she was just too damn good looking. In another life, she could have easily been on the front page of a tabloid. An underwear model or something. Too bad that shit was boring. But honestly, that looked pretty good right now, because she was bored. No flying, no shooting, just waiting. Waiting for some shape shifter to come crawling out of his hole.

	Sighing and adjusting her sunglasses on her nose she shifted her weight onto her other leg.

	A message came through from Raymond, causing the Satasi to perk up straighter. But it was just a standby message. So she slumped back down into her standard casual pose, to let everyone nearby know how over this she was.

	[color=f49ac2]"Sure thing, Captain."[/color] She responded.[color=f49ac2] "...Be a lot easier if we just burn this whole place to the ground..."[/color] She mumbled. She didn't mean to broadcast that last part, and she hadn't realised she had. But the members of the Marauders were probably used to comments like that at this point. Considering the misfits, outcasts, and adventurers that made up the rest of the crew, it might be easy to forget that the Marauder was a suicide mission for unapologetic pirates like Yasaliah.