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	When the Gou'ald appear, they find a fluffy creature in a mech suit, armed with a multi-barreled laser weapon of some sort on the shoulder, a large rocket on its back, and a helm that has a sort of cannon on the visor. It's armored, pained red, and grey, and seems to glow with a faint blue aura. It's quite menacing, or so it seems to be, giving off an un-natural intimidation. As well as several large, hulking mechs piloted by AI cubes, small brain like devices, and countless more robotic crewmates, made to help maintain the station All in all, it looked like a sea of metal faces, ready to, no doubt, turn the Gou'ald, into goulash. 
	"..Hello..." Martin says. "I take it we're not gonna have any problems like the space marines were gonna cause, sending huge boarding torpedoes with no doubt heavily armed troops to kill me, and those I were attempting to save.." He growls. He was weary. Nervous. Paranoid. He felt like these odd humans could too, cause problems just as fast.