Jack felt pain in the knuckles of his right hand, like the joints were under a great deal of pressure and they desperately needed to be cracked. Idly , he rubbed where he felt pain and as soon as he realized what he was doing, he glanced down and found that he was rubbing slightly above the wrist of his prosthetic arm. The sigh seemed to echo inside his helmet, as he dropped his hand back to side and tried to ignore the pain that couldn't be there. The doctors has promised him that the phantom limb syndrome would fade over time but as far as he could tell, it was just getting worse, This was the second time today, his missing hand had hurt and just like every time before, he had started rubbing a spot six inches short of where the pain should have been.<br/><br/>"Damn it" grumped the Human Alliance Marine, staring down the smooth metal passage way, where he was part of a roaming patrol. For about half a second, he wished there was a window, so he could see outside, know where his enemies were. Of course it would be foolish for there to be windows on a warship. No matter how thick it was, glass would never be as strong as armor plating and windows along the hull was a ship expected to sail through enemy fire, would just be weak spots. Plus the danger of decompression or leaking seals. Still, a quick look out the window would have been easier then stopping to plug his helmet into a console, to grab the latest pictures of the outside.  His ponderings were interrupted by his comm unit beeping.<br/><br/>"My marines are in position Captain" said Jack, as the link was opened with the bridge and the ship's commanding officer asked if his troops were ready, "If you let the lizards close enough to board, they'll be sorry."<br/><br/>As the conversation ended, he glanced up, as a shipwide announcement was made. He reached down and unhooked the submachine gun from it's holster at his hip and checked for the hundredth time that it was loaded. Now a submachine gun, which fired pistol rounds, might not have been the best weapon into battle against giant lizard men but a high rate of fire and a reduced chance of stray rounds penetrating the hull or vital systems, they were a perfect weapon for shipboard fights. Of course the marine armory had heavier rifles and machineguns for dirt side operations.<br/><br/>