Yet another pilot lost in that last dance. Canaan had seen this one too many times already. Friends, family, children, lovers... even oneself can be lost in times of war. This time around it was Dren, and he was not just any pilot. Most of Elyandra's crew (if not all) are in guilty mourning, trying to find justification for the actions that were taken in the last battle. To what end? Canaan questioned himself, wondering if there was any justification required at all. Dren chose to jump the enemy ship away to save Elyandra and the Mauna Kea; a heroic deed. Regardless, the pain of loss lingered heavily in the air, making it almost hard to stay in one spot. Canaan eyed the arguing crew, sighing to himself in his quiet little corner. Not that he didn't care about losing a comrade, he was just utterly exhausted from having to sortie over and over again while on the run. Who was he to complain though? This was what became of his life after this war broke out, he just had to suck it up like a man.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Alright, enough of this bullshit..."</span><br/><br/>And so Elyandra's God had spoken; finally some peace and quiet! Canaan's attention shifted over to their Captain. As usual, it was an officer's duty to boost the morale of their troops especially in troubled times. She did so (minus the charismatic flair most high ranking officers had) with the proposal of a rescue operation. Canaan facepalmed after hearing the proposal. They had just narrowly escaped getting wrecked and now they want to go back out there and conduct a rescue op? Truly this is one of the reasons why humanity is so frail, the desire to save everyone. Yet this is also one of the reasons why humanity is so strong, the will to do everything it takes despite the dangers that lie ahead.<br/><br/>Canaan listened attentively to the details being discussed. As it stands, the rescue op is tentatively leaning towards a stealth op that could easily spiral down to a blitz op then take an ugly turn to a full blown conflict. Regardless of the chosen method, the primary objective remains the same, locate the enemy and rescue Dren. Personally, Canaan thinks that if they were going to go back out there looking for a fight, they might as well finish it rather than running away once the primary objective has been met. He chuckled almost quietly, suicidal missions is just another perk of being a pilot; the bionic arm and leg of his serving as a painful reminder.<br/><br/>Just as the discussion came to an end with the Captain asking for anyone else's opinion, Canaan heard a voice inside his head, it was Anubis talking to him again mentally through their shared Neural Link.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Canaan, I do not understand the logic behind this plan."</span>Anubis asked him with that digital female voice of hers.<br/><br/>The silver-haired man resisted the urge to chuckle like a psycho in his little corner. Even Anubis was trying to justify the grounds for this upcoming op! Nothing beats good old recklessness from stumping artificial intelligence. "Neither do I Annie." he answered and sipped the remaining black liquid in his cup.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"By my calculations, the sheer amount of Ether energy used by the Paladin to jump the enemy ship was of massive proportions. It is safe to assume that they overloaded their generator and would be at a near-inoperable state after such an ordeal,"</span>Anubis paused for a moment.<span style="font-style: italic">"...it is also safe to say that they are at the mercy of the enemy after the jump."</span><br/><br/>Canaan smirked at his A.I.'s assumption. Though the others can't hear her, it was nice of her to consider the earlier emotions of those around him by not saying it is also safe to assume they're dead. Though Anubis' calculations are almost always correct, there's still a slight margin for error in them which is proof that one can never say what will exactly happen in the future unless they actually happen. Plausible error or so Anubis calls it. "What's your margin for plausible error this time?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ten Percent."</span><br/><br/>Canaan's eyes widened a little. There was a ten percent margin for error? It was surprisingly huge considering Dren jumped with the enemy alone. "So that means there's a fifteen percent chance they got away safely? What about the chances they'd be caught and imprisoned?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Forty Percent."</span><br/><br/>"The remaining Fifty would be the probability of them getting killed..." Canaan trailed off, feeling a little better now about helping to conduct the earlier proposed rescue op. "What's your basis for them being held captive Annie?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Information on Elyandra."</span><br/><br/>"I see. Annie, what are your thoughts about this proposal for a rescue operation given the details we've just heard?" Canaan inquired and moments later, Anubis shared her opinion with him.<br/><br/>Canaan inhaled sharply. It was not everyday that he voices out his and Anubis' opinion to the others of this ship but he trusted Anubis. Standing up from where he was sitting, Canaan made his way to the congregation of pilots and officers in the middle of the room and squeezed himself through. Several pairs of eyes trailed him and watched him raise his hand. After making sure he caught the attention of Captain Troy, Canaan took a step forward.<br/><br/>"Captain, if we are to perform a rescue operation, I suggest we move as soon as we are able. My suggestion would be for us to split into two groups, one for diversion and the other will conduct the extraction."