[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1] [img]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9nnsmzgad1rvxmc5.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color]Shuttle[/center][hr] Jackson's mind was clouded, the thoughts of Gregory, of the Reavers, even of Anisa's words to him earlier, all of them were paying a toll on his mind and his concentration was suffering for it. He realized as Anisa called that he had missed part of her order. Mentally scolding himself for the error, he quickly adjusted his shuttle better into position and reached out for the radio, keying it into the Vengeance's bridge. [color=D09A57][b]"I'm in position."[/b][/color] He kept it simple, there was no time or need to waste with an apology for his own error. He leaned forward somewhat in his seat, now keeping a firm grasp on the controls as he focused intently on the action at hand, at staying in the mindset of his job. He couldn't let himself be distracted again, this was life or death, and Jackson didn't particularly fancy being killed, raped, skinned and devoured (preferably in that order, though not necessarily) just at that point in his life. He glanced to the Vengeance, saw the smoke, but he forced himself not to linger on it, he knew Gideon would have the ship well-in-hand, and as much of a monster as Jackson believed Gregory to be, he figured push come to shove the Alliance officer would likely fire on the Reavers, rather than let them devour his old love. That is, if he felt love, but that was something to be considered another time. [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b6/a6/1d/b6a61d30c53c034f9be5774fb1eb0320.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bridge[/center][hr] Gregory was agitated. His finger tapped repeatedly against the back of his other hand as they rested behind his back, the officer pacing back and forth as he moved along the landing he stood upon. His instincts were telling him to just order a barrage on the Reavers, to blow them out of the sky before they might have lost their chance, or they might have reached the Vengeance, reached Camilla... But he held his tongue on that order, refusing to give it, there were times at least when the officer knew his instincts were, not just logically, but tactically wrong. However, he did not shy away from barking an order once Jahosafat made it clear that his plan was ready. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Eject the pod, lieutenant Harper, Gunnery, fire batteries at the tower the good doctor was referring to."[/b][/color] Despite his agitation, he spoke calmly, smoothly. While doubt or uncertainty bit at his mind, his nerves remained steely for the time being, his gaze cold of ice as he never once took it off their target, he would not fail.