Zeta III

   Later, the splinter group arrives in orbit around Zeta III, a civilian farming world with a population of 1 billion humans. The planet has no oceans. However, underground there is an enormous amount of water, enough to rival an ocean, that can be easily tapped through modern aquifers. The planet itself is mainly a sea of dark brown dirt with large patches of green farming lands that stretch on for miles around. The Zero Alliance's unobtanium mines on Zeta III serve as one of their closest and primary sources of this rare metal. Unobtanium is mainly used for making their strongest ship hulls for their Typhoon class flagships.
        Zero looked at a holographic sphere of the planet . "Aurora Unit 1, scan planet any one jumping our fences around the mines.
        In the very back of the large, single decked bridge, locked away behind the most powerful combinations of plexi steel, glass, and forcefield, a floating "brain in a jar" clears away a blue, hazy mist inside of it's tank.
        "Got it, sir." Says the biological machine in a cool, not in a hurry, soothing feminine voice. "We have a small group of raiders on the planet, concentrated in one area. Photos indicate that it is the PTMC. Boy are they going to have it."
        Zero furrowed his eyebrows. "Contact the--"
        "UPDATE!" Exclaims AU 001. She continues in a quickened, and stressed voice. "PTMC forces have engaged our planetary defenses! All defenses are non responsive to any of our signals! A strange virus has infected all of the robots."
        "Alright no time. Gotta move, gotta move. Deploy what we need to quell this attack. What is the place that the PTMC are attacking? Contact PTMC Tower and ask what the hell are they doing."
        "Copy all. Sufficient attack forces have been selected. Warning, unable to contact PTMC Tower due to hypersignal jamming from our base. Unable to contact Command either. We are on our own."
       "Forget it. Let's get this done."