“No!” she practically roared and slammed her fists down on the table she had refused to sit at. Once all the pilots had been gathered on the bridge, the Captain turned command over to her second in command and had them join her in her ready room. Before they could even fully begin to discuss anything, Angela had lost it. There was only so much even the most battle hardened and determined warriors could take. She had reached her breaking point when Dren was taken.<br/><br/>Why? Given she had only just met him and sure they had shared in something that was physical, it was more than that.<br/><br/>“We are not going to just leave him!” she roared again, this time she took the time to pace away from the table and everyone else in the process. Like a large agitated cat that would pace in their cat for hours on end, that is how Angela felt at this moment. Ignoring the physical pain, which still burned but had been pushed aside for the moment, there was the emotional pain to be dealt with. Trapped, lost and uncertain in a world that had begun to unravel about her; what was the world without order? Logic? Or any means at all to trust in and plant your claws in firmly?<br/><br/>Though they were in the military, this was not some routine mission, it was a mission meant to save those left behind. However, that does not remove the pain and stress of the here and now, which is why the Captain allowed her to rant and would allow each of them to rant. To get what was on their chests off before they went any further.<br/><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Michael’s mech spiraled in the vastness of space, alone and damaged. It was only by the grace of God that he survived such an incident, just more proof that God wanted him to carry out his will. What was left of the computer had sent out a homing beacon and while he waited for rescue, another blip showed up on his screen.<br/><br/>“What is this…” he said aloud to himself. A few quick jets from his engines and he was able to grasp the enemy ship. “I am truly blessed indeed,” he said again to him. “If the lord spared just this one alien craft for me, then he knows that this could be a weapon for me to continue carrying out his might.”<br/><br/>While he waited for pick up, Michael recited the Lord ’s Prayer, on open com. This way, anyone who was within range could listen to the true word and know that the end of days was to come. That the end of man was at hand, but that he, Michael the profit of light, would lead them into the future.