<span style="font-weight: bold">â€œAlien craft, while unexpected, you have decided your own fate by allying yourself with these heathens and  murderers. â€ He added the last part personally, anger slow seeping into his words. â€œGoodbyâ€</span><br/><br/>Dren saw the man's face appear on his screen, the anger in his voice, and the pure killing intent in his eyes. His face vanished with the image of his Ether blast hitting another from the man's mech.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Dren! What the fuck is going through your mind! Do not waste time trying to talk to them! They are only after killing us and nothing else!"</span><br/>Dren heard her yelling over the blaring alarms in his ears and barely dodged the wave that passed through his own.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, but I had to take that chance." he said, his brow lowering in anger, "A mistake I will not make again."<br/><br/>"<Ether Generator still active. Ready for a second charge.>" Yuri said.<br/><br/>"<No. Another would damage hyperspace in this area.>" he said, "<I know we can safely do several more, but I don't want to take the chance in case the Elyandra needs to make an escape.>"<br/><br/>"<Understood. Deactivating Ether Generator.>" she replied. Again, the Sword and Shield were equipped and Dren sped off towards the odd mech that had matched his own power.