Roger sat in his cockpit silent, but shaking. How the hell were they supposed to destroy something that could liquefy organic matter in a second? What were they even doing going out into battle right now? They were still in the process of training, yet got launched out into a major battle to take down a superweapon. The last "mission" they were sent out on was "training" against an enemy that blew half themselves up, and almost everyone on the team had effectively died. This time they would be against the Cruxi themselves. This was a fucking suicide mission, but it didn't seem like half the people in the team even realized it, with some of them even being excited. They were a bunch of fools to even sign up for this shit, and there would be no way out either. No way out. No way out. No way out. No way out.