The two pilots who had spoken up and had valid points, Thomas especially for he hit the nail right on the head and brought to light the biggest question of the hour<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Was this worth it?</span><br/><br/>The captain looked as if she might speak, but Angela beat her to it. This time she was far more calm and collected.<br/><br/>“To me, each and every single life on this ship is worth my own. The women, the men and even the child or two we have managed to have while on this mission. Each and every single one of them is worth it to me and much more,” she spared a moment to look at each of them in turn, though her eyes lingered the longest on Jon. “I know that every time I leave this ship I may die, I accept that and don’t hesitate to launch into space knowing that it may be my last time…” another pause as she looked to Rega. “You and your people did not ask for this, Dren did not sign up for this and though we only just knew him for a short time he gave his all of this ship. With that same hesitation and determination, even though we are not his people,” she smiled, a sad smile but one regardless.<br/><br/>“We don’t even know if he is still alive, but if there is a chance, just the smallest chance I think we owe it to him to look for him. To try and save him like he saved us. He sacrificed himself for us, strangers essentially, to aid us in war that should not even be happening and yet here we are…” again eyes roamed about the room to look at those gathered. The officers who went out every time the call was made and acted with the same bravery and selflessness that Dren had done. Each of them had fought knowing that they could die and still went out every time without hesitation. “Even if he is dead I am tired of running from them and want to take the fight to them for a change. Make them hurt and cripple their numbers.  But, that is just me and I don’t think it is fair to endanger the whole of the ship because this is something that I want. The people of this ship have as much a right to voice what they want as any of us. So, we should ask them too what it is that they want to do…”her piece said she just leaned back in the chair and waited to see what the others had to say on the matter.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/SrzL48j.png?1">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Rescue had come and the group was quick to apprehend the alien their brave leader had managed to catch on his own. Already, he was being hailed as the true son of God, the savior and a prophet. Again, he had managed to survive certain death and even managed to capture one of the enemy mechs, an alien craft at that. Michael was on cloud nine, at the height of his power and he could not wait to get more.<br/><br/>First thing was first though; he had to interrogate his prisoner. “Is he awake yet?”<br/><br/>When he had been dragged from his mech, he had been roughed up a bit and had to be “sedated” before they could get a handle on him.<br/><br/>“Yes, sir. The prisoner is ready for you,” said his new second in command. “Excellent, let’s see what this alien creature has to say, shall we?”