Engineering...
Three...
Frikin'...
Hours...
Jackson sat, in almost the same position, for three hours of his life that he would never get back. Now, a more energetic punk-rock song blared from his communicator. His feet were still propped up on the console, with an arm draped over the back of his chair, while his tail hung lazily off the side, occasionally swishing this way and that out of sheer boredom.
"I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home..."
His FAR had reported nothing the entire time, which, granted, he shouldn't be too surprised about. The ship had been in operation for a mere three hours. There's no way it'd be having problems so early. But come on! Nothing?! Not even a light bulb needed changing?! He could've checked up on his Mindy! He could've made some progress on one of his writing projects! Oh lord, anything but sitting here, collecting dust, in this hot, loud, piece of sh-!
"Welcome to paradise!"
"That's enough out of you!" he snapped and slammed his fist down upon the device, silencing it. He stowed it back onto his belt, then crossed his arms and glared at the wall. His ears were flattened backwards dangerously, and his tail swished even more aggressively.
"If you would like to know, we're here." chided woman with olive skin, emerald eyes, silky black, shoulder-length hair, wearing a lilac toga in the fashion of some ancient, mythical place called "Grease". She sat above, on one of the catwalks, legs and bare feet dangling over the edge. A moment later, she disappeared back into the FAR.
"So? Knowing my luck, they'll just keep me on the ship while everyone else goes and does all the cool stuff..." Jax pouted like a child. A long sigh could be heard coming from the robot as it continued its assigned duties.