Engineering...
Jax, who was starring off in a state of deeper thinking, jolted a little when Hanako spoke through the intercom.
A small vibration could be felt as the Eucharis came to life around him in the engineering room. It was as if a massive beast, like a dragon, or a leviathan (he was sticking with leviathan, because those were cooler than dragons) was waking up from a deep slumber. Soon enough the noise was enough to make him flatten his ears a little.
He couldn't decide whether to be excited or terrified. His adventure was beginning, but at the same time, he understood what was going on. He was marching off to war.
Well, possibly, he thought to himself. Maybe they'd forgotten to charge their communicators, or left them on "airplane mode". He snickered a bit at the thought of storming into the place, guns drawn and ready for action, only to find the geeks sitting around a table, playing cards or something. No one had said that it was confirmed that there was a threat, just a possibility. Maybe they'd extend their leave if that was the case? Go somewhere where the girls were hot, the beer was cold, and not a care in the world was to be had.
Jax snapped himself out of his daydream. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. He'd essentially had no time off for the past few months. Granted, he hadn't been on a mission like some of these guys, but still...
"Time to get to work, darling," he said to his FAR. He stood up and walked towards the door. "Keep an eye on the console. Gimme heads up of any irregular drops in power and shield output, coolant flow, and anything else out of the ordinary."
"As you wish..." it replied. Jackson reached the door and stopped, and then turned to the damage control station. He slid the door open, made sure that there was an environmental suit he could use in the event of an emergency, then walked back and sat down in his chair and kicked his feet up. After a moment, he reached onto his belt and pulled off his communicator. Who said this had to be a dull work environment? A little music never hurt anyone, right? Besides, he worked better with music in the background, so this could be considered "preventing an economical hazard". He flipped through his library of stored music. Nothing too heavy, too fast, nothing to get his blood going. He wanted something that would be good for just kicking back and doing nothing.
A moment later, smooth reggae was being emitted from the speakers of the device, which was set on the console beside him. Jax sighed and relaxed, but remained vigilant just in case any problems arose, or, you know, music was unauthorized onboard and he needed to quickly shut off the device and look busy before any of his superiors came in.
"Don't worry... about a thing... 'Cause every little thing... is gonna be alright...!" sang the man from the device.
'I really hope you're right...' Jackson grumbled internally.