[b]Mars[/b]
'Uhh..." Dmitri said "I suppose this means I'm free now?" He tried to open the door to the outside with magic, but it wouldn't work. He tried again and again, but it just wouldn't open. Finally, he just opened it normally with his hand. He had the entire human species analyze the problem, and those watching news reports informed him of the disaster that had just occurred. He fell down onto his knees, and tears came from his eyes, flowing down over his face and dripping onto his casual robes.
"They had so much potential... we were going to teach them..."

[b]Kepler-186 F[/b]
After not being brutally mauled to death by the machine, the governor seemed pleased.
"Probably not a test, either that or they're trying to be way more in depth than the Draconians were. Eh, we should be able to pass any test thrown at us at this point. I'll have some spec-ops posted here just in case. If he/she/it is peaceful, take good care of them. I'll also try to establish contact with whatever nation sent them here, see if we can get some answers."
They then turned to face the suit again, just like before.
"A warning for you, if this is a test, then we will pass. Ever seen a Draconian war fleet? Probably not, because they're an endangered species, but they were once just as powerful as you, perhaps even more so. They sent dozens of ships to attack our birthworld as a test. We had four ships armed with projectile weapons. We passed their test, we will pass yours as surely as we are inferior. Just because we are a backwater with no connection to the neural net doesn't mean that we can't pass your test." 
The Governor left the room, and the crew went back to work. The lead researcher-a Boskop-ordered the armor to be cut slowly and carefully with a standard saw. The mechanics tried, but they ended up with a sawblade in dire need of sharpening. The Boskop went over to the control panel and ordered a scan with a quick tap of his index finger. A blue glow covered the suit for a few moments, then disappeared as abruptly as it had come into being. Taking a glance at the results, he walked over to the suit with a curious look on his face.
"It seems like some sort of graphene-nanobot combo, on par with our adaptive nanoarmor. It is significantly thicker, so we'll have to use railguns if this is a test. Anyways, we'll need a cancer treatment ward operational and the safeties on the TRS turned off, deactivate wards 1 through 10 and give the patients nanobots for now. We've got to get through the armor if we want to help whatever's inside."

[b]Equestrian Fall[/b]
The Federation has made no comment on the event, but no starship has moved and no signal has been sent between the planets aside from neural transmissions. Nobody entering Federation space was stopped for a customs check, and even passenger cruisers have stopped in their tracks. In fact, only a few were working, all of them in a genetics lab. Only a single message was sent outside of AIF space.
"A species has been destroyed, no genetic material remains. Magic has been purged from the universe, yet we hear an entire nation is celebrating. Did you never see their potential? Did you never think that one day they could become the shining beacon of peace they thought they were? As for us, we will mourn the Equestrians, for thirty days and thirty nights, for that is what one must do to respect the dead who were simply misguided."