<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>,<em>Potential Pilot </em><br/>2519, Present Day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Open, Astrid, Captain Samson<br/>Location - Last Stand Saloon<hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"....you prove you are up for the task then I will add you to my ship's manifest."</div></div><br/>Sidney chewed the inside of his cheek at the statement. The captain didn't mind Sha-li, which was a plus. But it never hurt to try to grease the wheels a bit. "I can prove more than up to it Captain" Sidney began. " And I know you don't know me from some Xiǎohuǒ zài jiētóu. (Rought trans. Guy off the street). I could fly to your next job as a sort of<em>probationary</em>period, say."  He said levelling the suggestion. He wasn't overly desperate. But hit did want to get out of this Gǒu shǐ duī of a port. "And I know my way around a control console too. I could give the wiring a bit of a once over."