Green and Jackson moved along the corridor and down through a Jeffries tube to G Deck, a repair kit and scanner in tow. While in the tube they were struck and for a few seconds they jostled in the tube banging against the close walls. “That’ll leave a mark,” Tyler, the 39 year old warrant officer said as his knee whacked an exposed conduit eliciting a grunt. “After all, I bruise easily.” His southern north american accent gave away the dry humor of his comment, compared to the more clipped British bear like tone of Green who wasn’t jostled as much .. he barely fit into the tube with not too much room to spare.

At last they reached the Deflector control room .. Green reached for the hatch to enter but Tyler grabbed his sleeve. “Scan first sir. We might have a hull rupture there. Can’t trust the sensors right now.”

“Good call, Jackson,” Green said, checking his scanner for what lay beyond.
“That’s why they pay me the big credits, Lt,” he replied. Green couldn’t tell if the deadpan reply was accompanied by a smile what with Tyler’s ball cap on. Given the situation Green still frowned in seeing that rather non regulation piece of kit that Jackson seemed to perpetually don - one with the name of each ship he had served on. There was another, the Marlin’s, which Green suspected was a sports team. Not looking to far beyond the football scores Green wasn’t sure what team it was though given Tyler’s heritage he suspected it was one of the American sports that were yet prevalent there.
- Green and Jackson, Eng