<strong>Captain Solomon Mathias</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Captain_Solomon_Matthias)<br/><hr/><br/>Solomon's mouth twitched, the closest thing his face seemed to get to a smile.  "So, it seems for all their grace angels are but mortal after all.  Tank Squadron, fire off those Plotonium Rounds to weaken what defenses that abomination has left to it.  Biggs and Katrina, the second those rounds strike home I want you to pour on all the heat you can muster.  Let's mop this up, people!"