"Launch Clearance granted."<br/><br/>Dren stepped forward onto the launch platform, watching Angela run for another mech that was operational. Hoping she wouldn't have too much trouble, he crouched as he was launched into space, "Paladin, Launching!"<br/><br/>Angela launched behind him but he noticed the sluggish movements right away. Dren leaned forward in his chair and a look of determination appeared on his face.<br/><br/>Pulling his sword, he shot forward after a Kami that had gone for the ship. The ship pulled away and the Kami circled around for another attack, but narrowly dodged a swipe from the Paladin's massive sword. Changing targets, it stopped to lock on to him, but Dren took the opportunity to slice off the small ship's backside, making the engines veer away and explode. The main section of the ship now drifting helplessly in space. Dren reached for the ship but a scream rang across an open com channel as the pilot pressed a button and the ship exploded, sending Dren flying backwards. Finally righting himself, he cursed under his breath, hoping to catch the pilot for interrogation, but looking down at the hand of his mech, the scorch marks on it's palm marked the determination of these blind faith driven people.<br/><br/>Turning around, he thought of the futility of the whole war. Fighting over stupid beliefs. No one really knew the way things are supposed to be. Mankind can't say when they should die off. Every animal has the instinct for survival. It was the most basic law of evolution.<br/><br/>Another Kami made it's run for the ship and Dren pulled his broad shield from his back, blocking the shots from the Kami's gun. A plan was forming in his head, not just to win this fight, but possibly, turn the tide in the war itself.<br/><br/>"<Connect me to Angela.>"<br/><br/>"<Connected.>" Yuri said.<br/><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?"