[b]Enned[/b]

Jia-Jio's emotional standing, after having processed the Straylight Institution's compelling discourse,  quickly shifted to eerie motionless and crisp taciturn as opposed to fiery zeal and mild trepidation. Precious, nerve-racking minutes would elapse before her hulking vessel exhibited the telling signs of mechanical life. RCS hardpoints—supplemented by reaction wheels for heightened precision---engaged in work, the two apparatuses operated in near-tandem to redefine the [i]Watchman's Eye's[/i] spacial position to where the exhaust nozzle of its burly reaction engine pointed away from Enned's foregone surface. 

She uttered not a word--not even after the [i]Eye's[/i] sensors detected the Federation opening fire upon her vessel--with this informal declaration of war only succeeding in strengthening Jia-Jio's distaste for sapient extraterrestrials by an exponential factor. Of course, fleeing the scene wasn't especially challenging, for the Watchman's FTL drive had already completed its spooling cycle long ago. 

In a blinding flash of volatile radiation (and with a deafening roar from an enraged star lord), Enned's feline visitors were gone.