Arex had long since started residing in the engine room. His escapades spilling out into the cargo bay and the storage locker beneath the stairs. Down there he kept to himself, causing no more trouble or waves for the rest of the crew. He remained busy while keeping to himself. Mechanical projects, schematics, tools and research all lay scattered about the place in a seemingly haphazard chaotic mess.

He had succumb to the realisation of what it is that he truly was. 
Begrudgingly he had accepted that fact. He was a manufactured weapon of untapped potential. He was a soldier, a killing machine, void of a future or a past, an expendable asset, an experiment...
Residing to these harsh truths Arex realised everything else would be but an illusion, emotions and self interests were but a superficial distraction offering a false sense of self. He focused himself entirely on realising and awakening his capabilities. 

If he was built to be a weapon, a weapon he would be.

With that acceptance, progress came in leaps and bounds. He could now willingly tap into his telekinetic abilities instead of them purely acting as a reflex. He could call upon the cold efficient deadly calculations, senses and reactions of his dormant deltanian mind. He knew the limits and over charging capabilities of his cybernetic limbs and BioMechanical implants. He was a new man. He was a new warrior.