The last unoccupied mobile suit in the dilapidated hanger was a hulking brute of machine, bestial in experience thanks to it's forward swept horns and digitigrade legs. [color=7bcdc8][i]...It's no Hugo, that's for sure...[/i][/color] Fox thought to himself as he floated across the open space between the two mobile suits. Quickly climbing into the cockpit of beige and red machine, Fox idly noted a much more posh interior, the soft padding of the seat itself and what looked like wood paneling on the armrests matched colors of mobile suit's armor. [color=7bcdc8]...Little excessive, but ok...[/color] The back of his mind mused as he strapped himself in and connected the Alaya Vijinana System. A few moments later, all hell broke loose.

	An unheard scream tore it's way free from Fox's lips as he spasmed in the mobile suit's cockpit, the sheer force of the man-machine interface's connection threating to drive him into the black. With a pained grunt, he clenched his teeth and shook his to clear it, the action spattering droplets of blood from his nose across the inside of his helmet. A groping fist reached out through the bloody haze and slammed down on the center control panel. Working though the UI on instinct alone, Fox closed the cockpit's hatch and took a deep breath to center himself as the mental strain slowly imbedded itself into him and faded away. [color=7bcdc8]"Gundam Morax, start retinal projection."[/color] Fox growled out through gritted teeth and the Gundam's eyes became his own.

	Opening his comms up, the young man twitched in irritation as he caught the tail end of his squadmate's conversations. Well, rebellion it was. Not that it wasn't always an inkling at the back of Fox's mind, but such things aught to carefully thought through, not haphazardly launched into. That said, with the power in his hands there was a little more room for error; Fox thought to himself with a feral smile. As the Gundam took it's first steps in centuries, Fox could [i]feel[/i] the strength in it's powerful limbs, the weight of it's heavy armor... and the emptiness of it's fuel tanks. [color=7bcdc8]"Shit."[/color] Fox commented idly. That was going to complicate things. Noting a battered round shield and spear on either side of where the Morax had been docked, Fox retrieved both and silently followed the rest of Familiar Squad.

	Once they had made their way to the rendezvous, Fox settled Morax onto a particularly large chunk of debris, the Gundam settling down onto it's haunches, spear resting over one shoulder. Taking a moment to relax into the almost criminally comfortable seat, he tuned out the rest of the squad's bickering, only to snap back to attention as the Bosun's voice joined them. Rolling his eyes at Martin's speech, Morax rose back to it's full height and hefted it's spear. [color=7bcdc8]"You all talk too much."[/color] Fox spoke with dry irritation and pointed his spear at the Bosun. [color=7bcdc8]"Let's play, old man."[/color] He added tauntingly as he stomped one of the Morax's feet down behind him, the action causing the hulk of scrap metal to slowly twist away from their attackers.