[color=8dc73f]'The core of the problem.'[/color] Julia thought as she listened to Viraa and ignored Nea's instruction to stop smoking, all the while she argued with the mechanics without much point. It was her job to be a hardass and increase combat readiness. Viraa had an... eloquent way to put it, but it all sounded so cultish. This whole endeavor being religious in its zeal and almost a suicide pact in how dangerous it was. In a way this explained the youth of the crew, you had to had a pretty damn severe lack of wisdom to just embark on such a thing and simply... go along.

At this moment, Julia felt her hair stand up on her neck, as if she had reason to fear her predicament. She knew this speech well, as a right wing Catholic during her youth, she heard many charismatic preachers speak of Jesus, the Pope and God the way Viraa spoke of Aeolia, Veda and this ideal. Julia was here in case there was the slightest chance of this to work for if it didn't, thinkgs would continue as they always did, not ideal, but at the same time it could be worst. If Celestial Beings did manage their objective somehow, things would change, radically. Celestial Being would stand, alone, above the world. Such enormous power... She'd refer to the words of Aeolia, that men could easily be corrupted and become wicked. This old man was no exception, which was why he needed at least some skeptics within his ranks.

[color=8dc73f]"What?! Without a debrief?"[/color] Julia answered with surprise. In normal military operations, a sortie per day was an intensive operation, more than one reeked of despair. But this wasn't the army. [color=8dc73f]"We'll see if your engineering holds up, everyone back in and get ready to deploy! Godspeed soldiers."[/color] Julia said before kissing a small silver crucifix she always had at her neck and doing the cross sign before entering her Gundam.