[b]Boringverse[/b]

The crew of the [i]Nava-Hoe[/i] watched in silence as Mar's moon, Phobos, was sent on a collision course with the Red Planet beneath it.

The blue haired man, Flit Asuno, turned towards the blond on deck, "Did you set the coordinates for impact to approximately where the [i]Dominion[/i] would crash?"

The man being addressed, Aaron Gentles, simply nodded in response. Flit turned back towards the show unfolding before him, the massive asteroid erupting in flame as it entered Mar's sparse atmosphere, "Good."

The black haired woman, one Natarle Badgiruele, turned towards the pair in shock, "What was that you said?" She nearly shouted, her voice hoarse, "You're not even going to try to rescue the [i]Dominion[/i]?!" She marched over towards Gentles, reaching back to slap him, before she was interrupted by a significantly faster slap to the face catching her mid-swing. "H-how dare you sacrifice those people!" She shouted, even as she held her own blushing face.

"Acceptable losses." Aaron replied flatly, "Necessary to ensure our escape from orbit, after they so easily shot down the [i]Dominion[/i]. We couldn't afford to risk joining them, not with so much at stake."

Flit nodded, "Indeed. It's a mystery how we haven't heard of this occurring yet, but based on the firepower brought to bear, we can safely assume that everything on the planets surface is either dead or in league with these new hostile lifeforms. Lt. Commander, if you have any other problems, then I'm afraid that you're shit out of luck." He turned towards the other men, "Prepare to depart, we're leaving."

A loud thumping sound filled the bridge, as a green haired robotic gynoid walked in on horribly mismatched legs, "Excuse me. I happen to possess a tool that allows for orbital bombardment? Couldn't we use that to save the people that are stranded on the surface?"

Aaron and Flit shook their heads in exasperation, before the blond spoke up, "And you didn't mention this earlier why?"

"B-b-because I thought it wasnt important! You should have told me you were going to Mars!" The soulless machine replied, steam beginning to erupt from various vents in her body to account for the burn her subroutines were experiencing from being called out in the midst of her moment of triumph.

As a result, Flit glanced at the gynoid, before dismissing it with a wave of his hand, "It no longer matters. Had you mentioned it earlier, perhaps it would have made some small amount of difference, but I can clearly see how useful you are with just that. Gentles." The Vice Admiral turned towards the Guild Tech, "You should consider junking that toaster as soon as possible," Behind him, Natarle nodded her head eagerly.

"...I'll consider it." At this, Choppedchopped began crying cleaning fluid, it would appear that in this world too, her search for a meal ticket had failed. In a simulated panic, the gynoid began running her gold digging processes, desperately searching for an answer to her predicament.

"P-please don't throw me away, Master." Choppedchopped began, the expressionless blond turning towards her, "I'll do anything it takes to remain useful to you."

"We shall see, appliance. We shall see."

Phobos hurtled towards the horde of alien creatures, apparently uninterrupted.