Mars Hostage Crises

Another voice enters the room, much stronger, authorative. One that could have been male or female, young or old.
[I]Oh please, the great Faust. Can't even fend off a single biological creature with too much spiritual energy. Weak, even compared to the dying Goddess, that resides over the humans in secret. We know your presence, we were thinking before you were sleeping. We block you from our ships, our thoughts, our presence pushes yours away. Can't even make a race as great as the humans, and they were given nothing but a chance to evolve. The humans must be preserved out of honor, as well as danger. They overcome any obstacle with their own physical bodies. Near all else relies one some extra power. The Equestrians are particularly shameful, because they never evolved, they never grew, they never learned.

They were given power to do things for them, given knowledge and thought without earning it. Take the gifts all away, and the humans will stand alone, as the conquerers.

You interfere, Faust, and we will rid your presence. We need not to give creatures shortcuts, but rather a path to learn. Be gone![/i]

Abruptly, in low orbit, hundreds of Corvettes folded in, quickly descending with weapons inactive, shields at double. Anyone that had some kind of psionic or magical ability could feel the pressure of hundreds of powerful minds merging, to keep the Equestrian Maker away.