originally posted in:The New Dojo
She sat down, and focused. Thinking of every single SIVA molecule in exsistance.
She then thinks of them blowing apart, tearing the atoms apart. A nearby SIVA tendril starts to blow apart, as well as the Nanites nearby.
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[spoiler]End. Nect up: repairing the colony ships and fortifying the plague lands.[/spoiler]
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"Eh, I'm told I'm hard ta miss." He jokes, sliding back into his usual carefree attitude.