Lieutenant JG Jackson Tanner - What's the goss

[Jackson Tanner]

((The USS Eagle Outpost, ABOUT A WEEK LATER))

It didn’t take long for the inklings of a mission to start filtering out amongst the crew.  Any hint or whiff of direction towards improving their current circumstances tended to catch everyone’s attention.  The latest event achieving that, was the rounding up of senior officers.  

Commander Falt had asked Jackson to meet him in one of the open seating areas within their makeshift hub. It wasn’t private, but it was quiet, and at this hour, almost deserted. Jackson knew the spot well; he often came here during meals to stay connected with the crew, a small way to keep hope alive, to remind them that better days might still be ahead.

As Jackson caught a glimpse of Commander Falt, so too did he mr ch’Clex.  

Tanner: ::Standing as he neared.:: Commander, Lieutenant. ::Nodding to each.::

Falt/ch’Clex: Response

Tanner: Well, I hope you’re both the same.  

Jackson had come across them both from time to time during their weeks here now.  But he hadn’t really had any time nor had he created any, to check in how they were doing with everything.  His days had been consumed by a string of engineering objectives, and as always, the human side of things had slipped through the cracks.

Falt/ch’Clex: Response

Tanner: So, from the hype everywhere, am I to assume we’ve got a mission Commander? 

Falt/ch’Clex: Response

tags/TBC

Lieutenant JG Jackson Tanner

Engineering Officer

USS Eagle 

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