[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside[/center][hr]

As the crew made relatively short work of the thugs outside, Jackson let out a satisfied sigh, taking a moment or two to reload his gun as he took a few steps over to Anisa, taking a glance toward her wound as he lowered his weapon to his side. The bodies would need to be cleared away, but that could wait, from where he was he could see the survivor, squirming under the horse that had trapped him and reaching  for his weapon which was just out of reach. Hearing the order from Anisa, Jackson gave a firm nod. [color=D09A57][b]"Aye cap, try not to bleed out."[/b][/color]

Moving out toward the horse and the man under it, Jackson glanced over his shoulder as Lionel came out. [color=D09A57][b]"Just some local colour is all, Patience just loves to make sure we're all doin' fantastic."[/b][/color] He'd comment, moving closer to the dead man and kicking his weapon further away so he couldn't get it. [color=D09A57][b]"Ain't that a fact, boy?"[/b][/color] Jackson said to the young man under the horse. Kneeling down, Jackson gave the man a smile, noting that they hadn't interacted before, he figured this was one of the newer additions to Patience's bunch of thugs.

[color=D09A57][b]"So here's the way things're goin' to work, you're goin' to head on back to Patience and let her know how we shot all 'er men, politely mind you, to pay that lil' tax she wants goin' on, hm?"[/b][/color] He'd give the man a nod, as if to confirm that he understood. [color=D09A57][b]"We're goin' to finish fixin' our ship and get outta her hair, but if she wants to come back, well..."[/b][/color] He cocked his gun again, pushing it to the man's head and giving him a stupid smile. [color=D09A57][b]"You get the idea."[/b][/color] Moving to stand again, he holstered his weapon, carefully moving to try and lift the horse off the man.

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bridge[/center][hr]

Watching through the ship's view-port as they left atmo, Quinn remained relatively quiet and simply observed for the time being as Harper took the ship out into the black, not wishing to disturb the pilot in his efforts, simply wishing to observe and make his judgements. Watching as the man stood, his eyes did not leave Harper as he moved closer, listening as he spoke and giving him a light nod. [color=FF2F2F][b]"You may go and get settled, but remain on-alert, in case I need you called back to the bridge."[/b][/color] He ordered, he doubted they would need any careful flying for a while, but he wanted to make sure it wouldn't be far away.

Turning his gaze over his shoulder, he heard as the other of their new additions began to speak to him. The conversation he proposed seemed to have some worth to the Alliance Captain, he knew next to nothing about Moreau, so any opportunity to learn exactly why he was aboard his ship was a benefit. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Very well, we can speak in my office."[/b][/color] He turned his gaze to Carla, giving her a light nod as he moved out of the bridge past Moreau, assuming he would follow as he moved to his office.

Heading inside, Quinn wandered about the desk which sat in the middle of the room, settling down in the comfortable, cushioned wooden seat which sat on the other side of a pair of simple ones, gaze locking on to Moreau as he motioned toward one of the seats. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Please, have a seat, and feel free to start wherever."[/b][/color] He urged the man, leaning back in his seat as he waited to hear whatever it was that he had to say.