Angela swore as another shot ricocheted off the Orionâ€™s armor and some unknown read light flashed across her screen.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">*We canâ€™t take many more of those* Krato said in his annoyed tone that only served to piss Angela off even more. </span><br/><br/>Angela snarled at him as she adjusted her sights and fired again this time hitting one of the Kamiâ€™s in their thrusters and slowing it down enough for another shot, which she managed to hit it in its core and cause it to detonate. *Yeah well I am doing the best that I can with what I have. Canâ€™t you make it move faster for me or something?* she snapped to him as she sighted another and tried to get a lock in it.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>*Yeah sure. While Iâ€™m at it I will just create that new home world you are all searching for too! Since you seem to think that I can perform miracles!*</span><br/><br/>*You know what? I am going to fucking delete you! I swear to whatever fucking godlike being is listening I will delete you!*<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">*Try it bitch! Fry half your own damn brain in the process!*</span><br/><br/>Before Angela could snap back Dren contacted her and basically stopped a rather ugly brewing incident between herself and Krato.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>"Angela, these people believe that some all powerful being or God created Mankind in his image, right? And this same God is deeming Mankind now a doomed race?" he asked, "These people are driven by belief alone, we should hit them where it hurts. Shake their beliefs." He knew his helmet hid his devious smile but he was sure she would hear it in his voice, "If their beliefs are so accurate, how does that explain me? No God created my race and if one did, what image would we be modeled after? Wouldn't the mere existence of me and my race basically oppose their beliefs entirely? Wouldn't they believe that Mankinds are the only intelligent life forms in the Universe because of their beliefs?"</span></span><br/><br/>Angela stifled a hiss of frustration as she heard his words, knowing that it was not that easy with the Children members, â€œNo. I wish that was so. But they would few you as another abomination just as they view me and the others like me that went about altering ourselves from the â€˜perfectionâ€™ that God blessed us with. Then if they actually believed that you were an alien then well you were just one of the many things that God created in his pursuit of the perfect being. Mostly a discarded design that did not make it off the artist table, nothing more than that to them. Their faith is unshakable and their fear in their leader even more concrete then their faithâ€ she sent back to him wishing that his plan had been the simple answer.