[It's not real -- not in the sense there are actual stars present. Just the wall of space pulling back in a swirl of a black-light nebula. Another defense. Another layer.]
[Fortunately, everything moves on to destroying the pod. His expression turns skeptical, eyeing those sunglasses.]
[Well, he tried.]
All right then.
[That black-light, pretty much purple and intense, flares along metal fingertips, covering his entire hand. No sooner does it finish than he all but plunges those fingers into the pod. Stabbing, really. Leaving molten metal dripping away in its path.]
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[Fortunately, everything moves on to destroying the pod. His expression turns skeptical, eyeing those sunglasses.]
[Well, he tried.]
All right then.
[That black-light, pretty much purple and intense, flares along metal fingertips, covering his entire hand. No sooner does it finish than he all but plunges those fingers into the pod. Stabbing, really. Leaving molten metal dripping away in its path.]