[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Cargo Bay -> Outside[/center][hr]

Moving outside of Genevieve's shuttle, Jackson picked his coat back up off the railing and placed it on, letting out a sigh as his eyes looked over the cargo bay, drifting over toward the open ramp, and Anisa who he could just see outside. He didn't need the comm which reached him then, seeing her there with a pair of weapons in her hand was enough to make him think she could have used a hand. He figured the others wouldn't be too far behind, most of the crew rushed to help whenever they were able, or whenever a fight was brewing, particularly. 

Moving to the stairs, Jackson reached down and wrapped his fingers neatly around the grip of his gun, he hoped this time not exactly to use it. If he was going to end up in a firefight with Patience's people, he'd have preferred it to wait until they were at least able to high-tail it off-world otherwise. But then again, dealing with Patience just never seemed to go the way that everyone wanted it to. As he came down the stairs, Jackson could hear clearly enough what was going on, Patience was always like this, looking to get more money that wasn't hers. In a better scenario he'd probably have just shot Brutus then and there.

[color=D09A57][b]"Well ain't this just a mighty fine shindig?"[/b][/color] He asked as he adjusted the grip on his pistol, bringing it up and aiming it toward the head of one of Brutus' thugs as he stepped down the ramp to stand alongside Anisa, figuring just more of the crew would be along shortly as he kept his gaze on Brutus, keeping his target in his view however, ready to pull the trigger at any point. [color=D09A57][b]"I'm thinkin' these boys must'a got lost on the way back to Patience, don't y'think, Captain?"[/b][/color] He smirked, cocking his weapon as he kept it aimed at the thug's head.

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

Letting out something of an irritated sigh as he arrived in the Conference room to find it empty, Quinn moved to the head of the table, pulling back a seat and settling down into it. His hands clasped together in his lap, and for a short while he remained still where he was, in utter silence, before finally he reached over to a comm, requesting a cup of tea from an unfortunate bridge ensign with less important matters. He shooed the man off as he brought Quinn his drink, just a minute or two before Carla wandered in.

Watching Carla as she came in, Quinn let the hardness of his face shift into a more soft demeanour for the first time of the day, taking a sip of his tea before settling the cup down onto the table. Much as Carla had assumed earlier, Quinn was in need of a target, he'd been without something to engage him for far too long, he was getting antsy, jittery even, he needed some sort of release and scaring the wits out of whatever officer happened to wander by with an un-ironed uniform just was not doing it for him any more. He sighed at her question, settling back into his seat as he picked up the tea cup again, taking another much longer drink.

[color=FF2F2F][b]"Need to know."[/b][/color] He commented plainly, in a rather eerily 'reading-your-thoughts' moment, setting the cup back down before he'd continue to speak. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Either the Alliance doesn't have specifics, or they won't give it to me, Independent ship on Whitefall - we go there, bomb it to pieces and pick up the remains as usual."[/b][/color] He commented in an almost trivial manner, a look on his face as if he was bored by the idea, more than anything.