Jay stepped back and gave the machine he had been working on a good kick. It sputtered, and then whirred to life. He pumped his fist in the air. After working on it forever, a moment of pure elation came to him. Unfortunately it was short lived. He was able to faintly make out the static voice of the captain telling everybody to get their asses to the bridge. He put down his makeshift screwdriver he had been using, to harm the thing, on top of it. He wouldn't lose it.
Would it be for a good reason or a bad reason that eveybody had to go to the bridge? After several false alarms, he wasn't quick to go running. Was the captain going to chew somebody out again? Jay didn't want to see that, it was often awkward. Either way, Orren would be unhappy if he got there last. Jay walked down the halls in the bowels of the ship to where the stairs up would be. No elevators down below, but Jay didn't care. Walking more gave him time to think.
On the way to the stairs was a main part of the engine, the engine itself being further into the belly of the ship. He had to check it before coming up, as usual. He didn't want somehing bad to happen. He looked at all the dials and numbers. Looked good, but he might have to fix something up when he came back down. Hopefully whatever was being dealt with wouldn't take too long, he thought as he started climbing up.