Blizzard
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Engineering
Jax paced back and forth. He couldn't feel it thanks to the surging adrenaline, but his heart was pounding, and his breathing was rapid. He wasn't worried so much about the rocking of the ship. The shields were holding fine, from what he could see. What really scared him was the thought of boarders, and being alone down in the belly of the ship with a- he looked at his hip -a frikin' pea-shooter! How he wished there was a way to keep his Mindy in here, so he could put thick armor plating and an assault rifle between the attackers.
He glanced frequently at the console, making double sure that nothing would go awry. He knew that there would be some damage to the ship, but hopefully nothing so severe that he would have to throw himself into the chaos mid-battle.
He stopped, and then sat.
'In... count to four... out...' Jax thought as he breathed in the fashion taught to him in training, meant to help suppress stress. It didn't help much, but at least it took some of the edge off. He then pulled his pistol from the holster and checked that it was loaded. He knew it was, but the sight of a loaded gun in the face of danger was quite calming.
Jax replaced the gun and focused on monitoring the ship's well-being.
Jax paced back and forth. He couldn't feel it thanks to the surging adrenaline, but his heart was pounding, and his breathing was rapid. He wasn't worried so much about the rocking of the ship. The shields were holding fine, from what he could see. What really scared him was the thought of boarders, and being alone down in the belly of the ship with a- he looked at his hip -a frikin' pea-shooter! How he wished there was a way to keep his Mindy in here, so he could put thick armor plating and an assault rifle between the attackers.
He glanced frequently at the console, making double sure that nothing would go awry. He knew that there would be some damage to the ship, but hopefully nothing so severe that he would have to throw himself into the chaos mid-battle.
He stopped, and then sat.
'In... count to four... out...' Jax thought as he breathed in the fashion taught to him in training, meant to help suppress stress. It didn't help much, but at least it took some of the edge off. He then pulled his pistol from the holster and checked that it was loaded. He knew it was, but the sight of a loaded gun in the face of danger was quite calming.
Jax replaced the gun and focused on monitoring the ship's well-being.