Deacon is in the engine room right now,  monitoring the ships engines, knowing full well they are fine, but they are only fine because he pays such close attention to them.  He wasn't wasting any time though, he had his box of rounds and was loading both of his rifles.  He had managed to modify his Assault rifle a bit, but he loved his sniper rifle.  Just sitting back a half mile from the person, the bullet is out of them before the bang reaches their ears.  Perfect way to fight in his mind.<br/><br/>Still, captain hasn't said they were going to be getting in a fight, but the contract sounded sketchy enough to say it wasn't exactly above board.  So better to be safe then sorry.   He patted his chest to make doubly sure he was still wearing his plate vest.  His improved version still restricted some of his movements, but it was so easy to forget you were wearing it if you didn't move around alot.