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

Jackson wasn't exactly pleased when he heard about their unexpected landing on Whitefall. On one hand, it was because of the imminent and likely chance of exploding as they neared the planet's surface. On the other hand - he was reminded of the fact that Patience had shot him the last time they came to the moon, an interaction he was in no hurry to revisit. Patience was always a charmer, and one who generally tried to get the better of folk like himself and Anisa, he appreciated at the very least that this time they hadn't dealt with her directly - and of course, that he had returned bullet-hole-free.

While Anisa set about delivering the repair parts to Gideon for him to work on fixing the ship, Jackson took a moment or two outside. The day was hot, humid, and Jackson had already had plenty of being stuck on the ground, lord only knew how the next few days would go. He hated every bit about being grounded, while some spacers loved the feel of dirt beneath their boots after a long haul in space, Jackson much preferred the idea of being back up in the air. Hell, if it were up to him, they'd never come down, the black was a whole lot of peace, most of the time, in their line of work, and with the war on, ground was nothing but trouble.

[color=D09A57][b]"Well, ain't this all just ri shao gou shi bing?"[/b][/color] Jackson let out another long, irritated sigh, turning his gaze back toward the ship as he moved up the ramp and inside, heading over to the controls and closing the ramp as he moved around and up the stairs, onto the catwalks above.

Taking off his coat, he rested it over the railing for a moment as he reached out, rolling his sleeves idly up to his elbows as he moved toward the companion's shuttle. As per usual, he made no effort to knock or make his presence known as he moved inside, eyes darting about and settling on Genevieve as he crossed his arms over his chest. [color=D09A57][b]"Don't suppose the captain's told you we might be stuck here a few days, hope that won't interfere with any appointments you've got lined up."[/b][/color] While the words were sincere, the tone was anything but, a smug underline to the words as if he was just fishing for a smartass comment to make.

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

Quinn adjusted his uniform as he moved out of his office, hands shifting to clasp behind his back as he moved down the hall toward the bridge, not bothering to return any greetings or salutes from some of the lower ranking crew of the patrol boat, readying for its launch. For their entire time on Persephone, Quinn had hardly left the ship, he was not one for time off, especially in a time of war. It may not have been a war he believed in this time, but he'd picked his side, right or wrong, and he couldn't change that even if he wanted to.

[color=FF2F2F][b]"Ensure the crew is all on board and ready to leave, and get our new pilot up here immediately."[/b][/color] Quinn snapped to an ensign as he reached the bridge, approaching his command console as he looked out of the viewport onto the docks. Outside, crew, soldiers and contractors moved about, working and simply going about their days, following whatever goals or orders they had. He was pleased to be getting underway, whatever their orders would be - and just as he thought that, those orders came in.

He glanced over the information report, it seemed fairly average, although the location was curious. It rung a bell, while he had not been sent to Whitefall, Quinn had been on one of the crews to clear out a few of the hiding holes for the Serenity crew during the search for River Tam. What a disaster that had all been. Regardless, he had a feeling whatever was going on that had an independent ship there of all places was important, perhaps they had decided to use it as a cache, hoping the Alliance wouldn't bother, well, that would change. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Have us ready to leave as soon as possible and ready to burn hard, that ship isn't slipping through our fingers."[/b][/color] As his order was acknowledged, he clasped his hands behind his back again, eyes shifting back out the viewport.

It was time to go to war.