[center][color=ed1c24][h2][b][u]Arex[/u][/b][/h2]
[color=Gray][i]One problem at a time. - 1st task, dead weight.[/i][/color][/color][/center]

Arex was not present for the congratulatory cheers. As much as he could use the drink, while everybody else celebrated a [i]'victory'[/i] he wallowed over his [i]'failings'[/i]. 
His instinctive information had been wrong, he was driven to betray a team member already, and over nothing. He had almost lost control and in his pursuit for what wasn't there he had let his guard down and was badly injured for it. 

He felt he was becoming 'sloppy'. It was strange to be feeling that way considering he couldn't remember a thing prior boarding the ship. Those thoughts only compiled a new layer of hell onto the pulsing pain echoing through his head.

[i]'One problem at a time.'[/i] He thought to himself as he took to the first task of carefully cutting free his damaged arm. At this point it was a dead weight on his body and much of the repair could be done while disconnected. He didn't have the luxury that Benny and Skelly shared. Arex's arm was not meant to come off, living tissue and nerves ran down the centre of the cybernetic contraption. As he disassembled and cut it piece by piece and part by part, it put him into a pure agony which made the job very trying as he almost faded out of consciousness on more than one occasion. 

His muffled growls and groans echoed and repeated sporadically from within his room as he took to the tedious painful task. As much as he wanted to rush it a fast repair required precise work.

His next task was equally daunting, Arex had to seek out the medic he had previously insulted while avoiding Amy. He was not ready to face her and his head was in no condition to be fabricating lies.