"Good to know that we can depend on you, Max" Silverwind said from behind the table, leaning on the counter in the small galley with a cup of coffee to his own muzzle. "And I can very much relate to what you're saying too, Bastion. I've been there; not Recon, sure; but in other SF. An' it's like the big guys says; you do awful shit when you're doin' it fer your country in places that are so crap they don't have proper names, to people who'd do ten times worse. Or have. But it's why ya do it that matters, an' the people you do it for. We do what we do so other people can sleep safe in their beds. And frankly, those people that hurt people, and do awful shit; they ain't ones I'm gonna lose my sleep over. Sounds shitty but", he gave a slow shrug. "They chose to hurt people and destroy things."
He took a long drink of the coffee and then grimaced. 
"Ugh, I don't even [i]like[/i] this stuff," he muttered, before setting the cup down. "Oh, by the way, Lieutenant Sprinsteam," he said with an amused smile on his muzzle. "In answer to your question before you disappeared out the door, run me through your comm system and its' specs after this sortie. If we have more time, I'll let you go through it with the maintenance crews and if they think it's a good idea and you can work it with them, we'll install it." He winced. "...If you feel up to convincing maintenance crews that a pilot's idea for a GEAR is better than theirs, that is..."
He raised an eyebrow knowingly and gave a slight smirk. Maintenance crews and GEAR crews were forever best frenemies, and the GEARs their precious children caught in the middle of their parents. Pilots thought their machines belonged to them and the tech crews looked after them while they weren't using. For the tech crews, the Pilots only used the machines they cared for and looked after and knew how to take care of - and abused them while doing so. But nonetheless, both needed each other. 
The fox gave an amused sigh and shook his head, clearing it of the thought. 
"Anyhow, sucks I seem to have missed out on all th' socialisin'. But, I'm gonna head.. down? aft? to the ass end?" he gave an amused smile and shrugged "whatever the hell it's called [sub]I ain't in the navy[/sub], an' try my GEAR on fer size. Gotta make sure that the seat's adjusted properly, an' it's got the right cup holder installed. See ya down there, folks".