[b]Boringverse[/b]

"...Well that happened." Azrael said, after a moment, "So what now?"

"...Che." Was Ali's only response, as the bazooka carrying drone went towards the debris of the useless corpse's mech, sweeping the inert junk up 

"...Wait a moment." Aaron interjected, "I'm picking up some kind of...pseudo life-sign in the remains." The Gold Frame drifted over, picking up the remains of what appeared to be a well preserved cockpit.

"...Pseudo-life signs?" Came the question from across space

"It's not completely dead yet." A red hand snatched the object from Aaron's Astray, before tossing it onto a nearby asteroid. The red foot of the Throne Zwei went up, punting the cockpit into the depths of space.

"WHITE HURRICANE!!!" 

"...Right." The Guild Tech replied, "Anyway. Looks like the squatters aren't picking up, and there's no money in giving charity by distracting whoever these interlopers are without sufficient backup." The ReGHOST altered it's orientation, heading back towards the [i]Nava-Hoe[/i], "We should probably go. I'll send you the data once we've evacuated the area sufficiently."

"...Che. I keep getting cockblocked..." Ali muttered, flying behind Aaron's mech and the drone. 

After a moment, he spotted something, and his expression brightened, "Just a sec." The Throne Zwei flew over to a random asteroid, and rammed into it, it's arms outstretched. Red GN Particles burst from the Gundam's back, dying the darkness of space red, as the asteroid eventually gave in, and was pushed into the ongoing clusterfuck around the Ame-no-Mishara. Then Ali Al-Saachez repeated the process. Several more times. And the Guild Tech followed suit.

After a few minutes, there were a couple of dozen mountain-sized rocks hurtling into the fight between the Radam and Unicron cultists, slamming into whatever was there, as well as the satellite itself in a final act of pettiness as the [i]Nava-Hoe[/i] continued its escape from the battlefield.