If someone told you that Jack if anyone said that Jack Marshal would be a cape, he would not believe them. If they then continued and said that he would be a Tinker then he would deck you in the face. There was no way that he could ever be all that intelligent but here he was. He was the strongest Tinker on the team. Course that was a bit of an oxymoron but he there.

 Jack had a lot of work to do today. He had work to do on his suit and he had some physical training to do. He knew that he couldn't slouch off in case his suit failed or he couldn't fix it in time. So right now he was upgrading his gauntlets to be able to take more punishment. He also needed to fix his power supy since it was fluctuating wildly. Again this was something that the original Jack would never know about. 

Then he heard Thomas hollering about a meeting. Jack juggled his gauntlet and his tools before catching them both. "Noli turbare circulos meos" He complained in Latin. He found that the last words of Archimedes made sense right now. Everyone was always disturbing his circles. He got up and took his gadgets with him. He trusted them all with his face so he left his mask. 

He walked into the conference room and flipped down into his chair. "Can you please not yell when I'm in my workshop? You know I'm working with dangerous stuff down there and the slightest provocation could cause the whole place to go up in flames!" He yelled not sounding angry but bothered. "So why did you call for me?" He asked looking at his gloves messing around with them.