[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color]Cockpit -> Shuttle[/center][hr]

Jackson finally tore his gaze from the scanner as he heard Anisa's order, nodding his head as he sighed, turning to make his way off the cockpit. He didn't want to run, but he knew it may have been what they needed to do, either way, he was back in the war in that moment, so he'd listen to orders. Back in the day, it'd been him in charge, but the battlefield had changed, Anisa was the Captain now, and he knew better than to question an order as he looked over his weapons, making his way through the ship to the cargo bay.

Glancing over to Genevieve as she climbed into her own shuttle, he moved over to the other and opened it up, moving to the pilot's seat as he set his shotgun down against the wall, sitting down and starting everything up, getting the Shuttle ready to go but not detaching it from the ship just yet, leaning back in his seat as he rapped his fingers idly against the armrest, letting out a quiet sigh.

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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 -> Bridge[/center][hr]

Remaining where he stood on the Bridge, Quinn turned his gaze over his shoulder as he heard the heavy footsteps of Williams, giving him a nod as he approached. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Sergeant, organize a small team and move to prepare for a drop, i'll give you the order when and if we're setting down."[/b][/color] He gave him a nod, turning back to the viewport as they made their way into the atmosphere and flew low over the surface toward the Vengeance. Idly, he tapped his fingers against the palm of his hand as they remained clasped behind his back, staring out as he heard the Lieutenant speak up again.

He was about to respond to the Lieutenant when a Communications Ensign spoke up about the incoming hail, turning his gaze to them, he nodded, clearing his throat as he gave his orders. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Bring us into a holding pattern around the ship, Lieutenant, having gunnery set up a weapons lock in case they try and run. Ensign, open up the comms channel."[/b][/color] He spoke calmly and coolly. In the war, Quinn may have been an infantry commander, but he'd taken to the naval side of things since the war had ended quite well, clearing his throat again as he waited for the hail to be opened.