[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]

There were few people who could even mention Jackson's deceased wife and get through the act unscathed. The last time one of the crew had done so, Jackson had hit him so hard he'd almost broken his jaw. Gideon was still apologizing for it from time to time, so as to avoid another hit quite like that one. Anisa was perhaps the only person really Jackson would listen to when she was brought up, it was more than a touchy subject, it was a painful one, one Jackson never wanted to speak of, one he wanted to keep to himself, down in his heart where it could be his and his alone. 

Sighing, Jackson took a seat, reaching up to idly scratch at his stubble as he stared off into nothing, listening to her words and letting them flow through his thoughts. [color=D09A57][b]"[i]She[/i] would've wanted us to win the war."[/b][/color] He commented idly, more to himself than anything as he turned his gaze over to Anisa, sighing quietly. Jackson had, more or less been a mess since the death of his wife, while he'd made an effort, he'd never been able to quite get over the event, and he certainly hadn't been able to properly put the thoughts of his wife to rest. 

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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, staring idly at the screen, he didn't know what to expect, in reality he didn't expect anything but the beeping of the console as it tried to call Camilla's private channel. The thoughts continued to run through his brain, this was a terrible idea after all, it was immensely unorthodox and against protocol for him to be doing this, to be calling not only the woman who was technically a target of his current mission, but who realistically, regardless of what prior relations they had, should have been his enemy. Reaching up, he moved to halt the call but seconds before he could it opened, presenting the image of her.

In mere seconds, the years of pain, of anger, the stoic and hardened Alliance officer on Gregory's face melted away, his mouth opened a little, and he stared wide-eyed, as if he was seeing her for the first time all over again. It had been too long since he had seen her, really her, rather than a photo, and it placed him into a stunned silence, even as her gaze met his own and she spoke. For a few moments longer, he remained in silence, trying to bring up enough of a backbone to say something. [color=FF2F2F][b]"C...Camilla, I..."[/b][/color] He stammered, having not even considered to think about what he could say, eyes focused on her own, on that light, gone from it as he sat there, a feeling of guilt running through him.