Jack wasn't there at first, granted he didn't spend many days on the Anvil, but that was because his job required him elsewhere. The colony was settled, but the work was far from over, thankfully bearable now that Mark had been released from the hospital. It left the still newly established Lord to handle what was available, and thus found himself help with small tasks needed of the colonists.
It was only that morning that he had been at the docks helping move freight, the day before arranging the founding of a new company, and day before he was in the woods helping log possible sources of wild game for hunting. To be honest, it was a far cry from the days when they had first crashed, fighting tooth and nail for the land they now called home. When the wall was erected around the city below, he slept an entire day, his body wounded and running on empty........but family, future, and the people who looked to leadership saw to it that he would finish it to the end.
The 6'2" white haired man with a scar that stretched over his right eye, a double helix tattoo curved around the left, and a white goatee that he stroked thoughtfully was slightly preoccupied. Much as how Nyx had arrived, he strolled the halls with purpose, a conversation digitally carried out in his head as he went in progress. ["Damnit Zeke, stop getting yourself almost shot down. You know that's a funeral I couldn't handle, and the kids have started referring to you as "uncle Zeke". How am I supposed to give news like that, so come home when you can alright?"], Jack's voice transmitted over sync network to his life long best friend Zeke Rykiel.
["Oh come on bro! You know I can't be touched, those five years weren't for nothing man. I have more experience then some of these green horns out here. I'm a ace in my mech, and I've already got numerous confirmed kills.......But yeah, I'll try and make it "home" soon, even though I don't live there. Though I guess I could if I ever decided to retire and maybe start a bar......maybe settle down."], came the cheery voice of a man from a circular pop up in Jack's HUD, a small bar showing an audio readout wavelength bar, as well as a caller ID and call duration timer. The still picture of a spiky blonde haired man's face within it, a pair of smudged goggled held up on his forehead by a gloved hand.
Jack straightened the black leather jacket he wore over a white t-shirt, the sound of his boots against the deck rhythmically in time with the soft click of the pistol in his strap holster that was strapped around his hip. The sound of it against denim, as such with his jeans, made it quieter then usual.
["You better brother, otherwise I'll come out there and drag you here myself. Gotta go so any last things before I hang up?"]
["......how's Sindy? I know I said I'd be gone a while for this job, but I still miss her. She doing okay? Also can you tell her I'll be visiting soon Jack?"], Zeke asked after a moment, referring to S6's head of Fleet Dev, and his girlfriend. The two had grown close, and Jack was proud of Zeke for allowing himself to open up.
["She's doing great, and yeah she does. She should be happy to hear that. Call you later brother, gotta meet a new addition to the family, which my wife did it this time heh. Talk about irony."], Jack replied before swiping two finger across a AR button that he could only see the pop up for.
["WAIT, ANOTHER ON-!"] click
He sighed before giving a small chuckle as he was rounding the corner of a turn. And as if on cue, there was his office door, a pneumatic door covered in wood paneling. The door hissed open with a faint hum of magnetic tracks, the man immediately turning to see the female gynoid waiting for him inside.
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting. It's nice to meet you Nyx. Truth be told I was very surprised when Izzy told me we had adopted another, especially after she told me to stop from taking in so many. But all the same, welcome to the family my dear.", Jack greeted as he entered, with a voice that was kind of deep, but only marginally, however still giving away his relatively youthful age of 23. A smile came across his lips as he offered a hand, regarding her warmly with crimson eyes that were a stark contrast to his snow white hair.