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	The small mechanical device wirrs, and follows where they are taking Mithias, silent, on looking. However, in actuality, it's making a map of the route to the vampire. The small robot could easily be stomped out by a marine, but none of them made a move to do so. When the Imperial Servants place Mithias into the cell, the robot moves into the cell, and looks at the vampire.
	".....Well, that's interesting." A small voice box chirps. It was not Martin's voice, but the voice of a woman, a mechanical woman, cold, and despite what it said, very disinterested. "My name is Suzzi, I am the A.I on the space station 13. Martin has instructed me to stay with you, and keep you safe. Which, for right now, is to just stay in this cell with you. Escape would be foolish, and lethal, as you no doubt already know." She chips. Her mind, stripped of much of her humanity, gave her no true ideals when it came to hope, and daring, following more strict logic, and cold truths.

	Back on his space station, Mr. Robinson begins to do what he does best. Pulling out the user manual of the genetic alteration machines on the station, his robotic implants letting him read it in half the time it would take. He looked to the machines, and an idea bloomed in his mind.
	"....We're facing something like the xenomorphs, if what Mithias's blabberings were right...maybe...just maybe, I should bring in some alien reinforcements." He muses aloud, as he begins work, gathering dna samples from several different creatures. Slime-men, several of the former members of the ship, as their genetics are saved onto a mainframe. Other sentient monsters, grown in the xeno-biology wing. With these samples, he begins his work.
	The station moves to hide, for the moment, in Africa, hiding in the Sahara Desert, the heat emissions being hidden by the baking heat of the sun in the desert. Martin begins his work, in secret, hiding from the prying eyes that would seek to destroy him.