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[h2][color=6ecff6]Fox[/color][/h2][/center]

	As the other pilots discussed the state of the planet and queried their "new" squad member, Fox simply sat back, ate his MRE and listened. Letting his head bob along to the flow of the conversation, the young man took the opportunity to silently size up his squad mates. Behind the impassive mask of his face, Fox caught Adam's nervous glance around the otherwise empty mess hall.

[color=6ecff6][i]...Of course we're the first ones up. If things go sideways, we need to be ready. Why does everyone seem to forget that the mechs we pilot originated from an alien war machine? And here we are, light-years from "home" on the first interstellar colony ship, makes perfect sense to me that the Higher Ups would want to be prepared for a hostile first contact...[/i][/color]

	Not letting himself shake his head in irritation, Fox allows himself a slight smile as the Cytherean pilot made mention of heading to the hanger early.

[i][color=6ecff6]"An excellent idea. Give me a moment and I'll join you."[/color][/i]

	His PDA chirps for him as he signs one-handedly, his other quickly shoving the rest of his MRE into his face.