Jax sat on his crate, he liked his crate. It was a very nice crate, yes a fine example of crate craftsmanship. Moving slightly he tested the sturdyness of this crate. This was the crate of crates, the great crate that all others crates aspire to be. All the other crates were jealous. Shaking his head Jax snapped back reality, God he was bored. His mind drifted off to weird places when he was bored. He spends to much time out in the field sometimes. Looking around from his crate...his normal plain crate, he looked over seeing Saf and Seth chatting some. They were talking about enhancements and he looked at them. His Tac Read out highlighted them as he brought up his wrist computer, typing some on it some there was an expanded read out. It was displaying there enhancements, he wondered a moment. Did they not get Tac readouts? He figured it maybe only certain ones of them did. Different views of a battle fields displaying different angles and distances. Smart. 

  Closing his computer more of the team were returning from calibrating there suits as he listened to the good Doc explaining the implants as Saf asked more questions. He smirked a bit though after she talked about an orbital drop. Friction and heat might not get you, but the shield my keep the Saf soup left in at least the shape of a person.