A command screen flickered on at the Delphi 41 asteroid base, “Good evening Mr. Riber,” Aeon said. A hooded figure sat at the controls.

“Is it a good evening, Aeon?” his voice flat. “Your little group of Misfits has destroyed my undead army and eliminated my pawn. Was this the outcome you were hoping for all along?”

Aeon’s image shrugged on screen. Her lithe figure and curly red curls bounced coquettishly. His eyes flashed in response. He wasn’t entirely immune to her avatar’s charms but he wasn’t fooled either.

Mr. Riber didn’t know that she’d setup a little VR system for Drak, so he was unaware that his commander still lived. There were, in fact, a lot of things Mr. Riber wasn’t aware of and that was exactly as it should be.

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However, there were somethings he should be aware of. “When are you going to be done on this god forsaken asteroid?” she asked innocently.

He looked up from where he had been staring at the console. “The mining has begun and we are extracting half a million cubic feet per hour,” he looked down across his Seemi. “We should be done with this asteroid in another month. There are a number of useful heavy and rare metals. The factory here is already churning out new Gears,” he said, and then paused. “But you know this already. What is it that you really want Aeon?”

She smiled and said, “Return to earth. Destroy the Misfits and prove that OwnzAll isn’t just a disappointing name. Leave the mining to me and the robots Mr. Rieber.”

He looked at the screen then. His bony fingers tapped at the console in front of him. With the duration his gaze bore into her cameras he could have won a staring contest with a cat. However, Aeon was no mere human to cow before her own creation. “Very well,” he replied brusquely. “I will eliminate the threat to our company.” He paused again. “Do not get in my way.”