[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Anisa's Bunk[/center][hr]

Jackson didn't falter as he listened to Camilla snap, in fact, her words only seemed to rile him up more, he clenched his fist, narrowing his eyes at the woman as she went on. He was just about to snap back when he heard Anisa warn her, he caught the signal that it was perhaps just as much intended for him as it was for her, and so he stayed his tongue, Camilla however didn't seem interested in heeding such a warning as she went on. Her next words riled him up even more though - [i]better than any of you[/i] - Jackson's knuckles were white now, the rage within him palpable as he stared down the mercenary.

Watching as she continued, Jackson reminded himself again and again to bite his tongue, he wasn't going to step out of line around Anisa, he offered her that respect and regardless of how much he wanted to scream back at Camilla, he wouldn't allow it to happen. Of course, Anisa dealt with it quickly as soon as Camilla was done. Watching the mercenary leave, he finally let his curled fist loosen a bit, knuckles slowly returning to their usual colour as he turned over to Anisa again, listening to her as he looked down. [color=D09A57][b]"It was my fault."[/b][/color] He admitted plainly, he [i]had[/i] let his anger with the man drive his tongue earlier, though he had done so not realizing the reaction it would draw from Camilla.

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Captain's Office[/center][hr]

Gregory sat in silence for a long while, eventually reaching down under his desk and into one of the small drawers. Opening it up, he reached in and pulled out a framed photograph. Sitting back in his chair, he looked over it, staring at the memory painfully. It was his and Camilla's engagement party, the two of them hand in hand and smiling happily, in a way Gregory had never seen himself in years. He sighed as he looked over it, gently setting it on his desk beside the file on her he'd been given. A hundred thoughts ran through his head, what to do, where to go, what to think or to feel.

His mind settled on one of the worse ideas. He had no idea if it would work, it was dangerous and all-in-all a terrible idea, but for once in Gregory's life, that didn't bother him, he just didn't care. Opening up his terminal, he sighed as he began to look through it, looking over the file he'd been given for reference as he made an attempt, one he believed would be impossible, to reach out to Camilla, to call the woman he loved, and hadn't laid eyes on for many years. Sitting back, he sighed as he waited, almost certain nothing would come of it.