After they'd finished their last sortie, Fox had fallen into his usual routine; helping Lefty with repairs. Well, it was less "helping" and more handing the older woman tools as she requested them or holding components in place so they could be more easily worked on. A lack of a proper education limited what the wiry teen could do. Still, no mechanic worth their salt turned down an extra pair of reliable hands.
When the battle stations alarm rang out, Fox took a couple of moments to ensure that Lefty's tools were properly secured, knowing full well how badly the crusty mechanic would chew him out if he let any of her precious equipment float off. Ignoring the usual tit for tat between Holly and Lefty, the teen also seemed to pay the Bosun no mind; though those familiar with the boy's mannerisms would notice the slight tensing of his posture and minute tilt of his head as listened to the older man's movements.
"Tools secured. Moving to station." He announced quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the metallic din of the hanger and the blaring alarm.
Not waiting for the Bosun's attention to fall on him, Fox gave the securing for the mechanic's tools one last glance before smoothly flipping himself over the edge of the maintenance platform's handrail. Moving with the grace one gained by growing up in space, the teen coiled like a spring against the platform's rim before launching off towards "his" Hugo. The fancy movements the quiet teen's way of "showing off."
Having pushed off with fair bit more force than necessary, Fox let out a slight grunt as he strained his arm catching the grab handle of the elevated seat of the mobile suit. His momentum arrested, Fox slapped himself into the seat with sleek, deft movements. Connecting the Alaya Vijinana system, the teen quickly brought the mobile suit out of rest mode. With the thrum of systems coming online, the teen jerked from the sudden jarring sensation of the man-machine interface flooding his senses with input. A feral, half-snarl, half-smile pulled at the boy's lips. The fox had his fangs once more.
When the battle stations alarm rang out, Fox took a couple of moments to ensure that Lefty's tools were properly secured, knowing full well how badly the crusty mechanic would chew him out if he let any of her precious equipment float off. Ignoring the usual tit for tat between Holly and Lefty, the teen also seemed to pay the Bosun no mind; though those familiar with the boy's mannerisms would notice the slight tensing of his posture and minute tilt of his head as listened to the older man's movements.
"Tools secured. Moving to station." He announced quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the metallic din of the hanger and the blaring alarm.
Not waiting for the Bosun's attention to fall on him, Fox gave the securing for the mechanic's tools one last glance before smoothly flipping himself over the edge of the maintenance platform's handrail. Moving with the grace one gained by growing up in space, the teen coiled like a spring against the platform's rim before launching off towards "his" Hugo. The fancy movements the quiet teen's way of "showing off."
Having pushed off with fair bit more force than necessary, Fox let out a slight grunt as he strained his arm catching the grab handle of the elevated seat of the mobile suit. His momentum arrested, Fox slapped himself into the seat with sleek, deft movements. Connecting the Alaya Vijinana system, the teen quickly brought the mobile suit out of rest mode. With the thrum of systems coming online, the teen jerked from the sudden jarring sensation of the man-machine interface flooding his senses with input. A feral, half-snarl, half-smile pulled at the boy's lips. The fox had his fangs once more.