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	That was a bad choice of words to use, as whatever had been willing to let her go tightened its grip on her once again. Slowly, the ground shook, as something began to approach. Malice knelt, as slowly, floating up to the landing pad, a warrior clad in armored robes, their face covered with a mask arrived. 
	"....I, am Darth Raiden, Dark lord of the sith. You, are the one foolish enough to think you'd be able to destroy this planet..allow me to show you how foolish that idea is." Raiden says, his voice mechanical, as he slowly closes a hand, as if crushing something. 
	He was. Slowly, the weapons on the sergal ships could crumple like cardboard in a car crusher, being left useless. This would leave the ships defenceless, but still able to fly without any hull integrity lost. 
	"you're going to leave. You're not going to leave any satellite, and if you try to, I'll personally ground the next of your ships to fly near here, and use their internal organs to give it a new paint job." Raiden says, the eyes behind the mask glowing an eerie red.

	"Unforntunatly,  yes. Our trade deal with the genoneans would need to be dissolved, and they would react...badly, to that." Shepard says. "Just like our sith allies would. Red skinned people out to the far right of us on your galactic maps...rather...brutish people. Red skin, sadistic, tends to have odd powers that normally start with telekinesis, and gets more destructive from there..." Shepard says, before upper cutting a soldier into a table. "Also, we have machines on this world to make it from normal ice. That kind you have there, we mass produce." Shepard says, before round housing another challenger, sending them out a window.