[hr][center][h1][color=f7941d]Port-1[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=f26522]Hangar > Halls
Hanson Seuclid + Sirius Free[/color][/h3][/center]
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If nothing else in space, the colonist certainly showed themselves to be an efficient kind of people to keep up constant maintenance on their machines. Of course if one of those machines just happen to keep them all alive it'd be no surprise. Their mechanical expertise extended from the base's subsystems and life support to the mobile suits and ship equipment which provided their newest technology to consume. As Hanson passed the various pilots, ablemen and mechanics he looked over the suits with more vested interest. The mixture of machines from different armies and standards was appalling for a military, but given the capability of some Hanson could applaud them for their desire for power. He soon reached his own suit, a dark blue and black suit without anything but the blades on its arms.

Despite the mysteries surrounding the suit, Hanson insisted no one touch the suit while he is away, mostly out of his own curiosity of the suit's features. His own true capabilities on mobile suit were limited to combat only after all, finding out how to fix this suit would be impossible if it ever was destroyed. Watching them each day he would learn a bit more, but only as much as the rest of them if any. He pulled himself into the chest and turned on the unit's systems, cycling through the start up programs and checking the stability in case anyone decided to be a bit daring. After the screens finally caught up they revealed nothing out of the ordinary save for the date, still stuck in the year 325PD. After double checking each system he concluded no one had touched his machine, and promptly left the suit with a grin.

Pushing off from the cockpit door, Hanson directed his body towards the nearest door to the cafeteria, not hungry enough to use the rations he just won. Living in enough Federation ships made the coming and going from halls in zero-g easy enough to the man, and he was being propelled by the powered handles in the halls to his new objective. When he was flying through the halls however, a pair of bodies floated nonchalantly by, causing him to reach out and run his hand along the wall to affect his trajectory, shifting with his legs to float behind them likesome swimmer poised to hit the water, only feet first. [color=7ea7d8]"Check the halls you're passing through!"[/color] he barked to them, his hands grabbing onto the corner of the 4-way corridor to confront the duo. He pinned himself in the entryway to the hall on their 'left' as he glared to them.