Jax hated almost everything about space travel. He hated the stale air, cramped living spaces, and he hated the dull surroundings. The only part he could tolerate and actually enjoyed of space travel was the long periods of free time. Being a SpecForce trooper, he had almost no responsibilities on the ship, all of his work took place on the ground. While the Endurance’s crew was busy manning the ship, Jax was left to his own devices. Most of his comrades likely found it extremely boring, Jax enjoyed it.
He would spend this time doing an array of things, although most involved reading, spending absurd amounts of time in the mess hall, or just relaxing in his cabin. On this particular day, he had decided to just wander the ship.
He strolled through the ship’s maze-like corridors, occasionally nodding to or greeting those he passed on his pointless journey. After some time, the trooper rounded a corner and found himself near the entrance to the hanger. He took a few steps forward before a familiar figure stepped through the hangar door and into the hall before him. Jax immediately realized it was too late to turn around before being spotted, so he straightened up and marched forward.
“Morning El-Tee.” He greeted his platoon leader as he got close.