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	The two guards are sent toppling, before Malice laughs. "Feisty! I like it." She says, drawing her blade, and with a swing of her hand, knocking the sergal around. "Hehehe. Tell me, is all your race this fun?" She asks, treating it less like a fight, and more like a sparing match.

	"Kill you? No no no..." He says, leaning down, and taking off her bracelet. He looks it over, before crushing it in hand. "You're going to be my personal trophy....For your assault on the high leader of the clone legion, I sentence you to reprogramming..." He says, before grabbing the side of her head, and rapidly wiping her mind of memories. As most likely the sergal fleet would begin to move in  on the planet, the clone armada, a large number of powerful ships, blocked their path. They would refuse to move, but wouldn't shoot first, forcing the sergal fleet to either fight, or stay where they were. The three moon planets that would no doubt have weapons primed at the planet are bombarded with e-mmps, frying their tech, but leaving them all unharmed.