Phase one is completed. Time to wait for the signal to begin phase two.
I don't miss home. I have everything I need. I know I won't be here for too long. I also know that I will not be noticed. The locals will just say I am some old hermit living in an abandoned cottage.
Little do they know that behind the rustic exterior of my temporary home is a fully functional remote battle station. One of thousands, ready, armed and waiting.
When my masters give the signal, phase two will commence, and the earth will finally be ours.
Written for Friday Fictioneers.