So, what to do now?

...Eh, time to watch another of the video from those files I had discovered earlier. Maybe this one would explain some more things for me. All of the others had.

I simply pulled up the next file after the one where I had seen Melissa's...interactions with her colleagues and started watching.

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The new setting I found myself in was a dirt field, debarred except for a few dead bushes here and there, there Fallen leaves scattered around them. Also in the field was Melissa, who stared intently at the bushes, though why she was doing so was beyond me. A short distance away, I could make out the shape of Celm, as well as some beings I did not recognize. Perhaps they were his colleagues?

"So, Why has your subordinate called us here?" Questioned one of the figures. A woman, by the sound of her voice. I couldn't tell what she looked like, as she was wearing a mask that only showed off her turquoise colored eyes.

"She wanted to show off her powers, presumably as one last show of strength before she takes the field as a ROB, as lesser races would call us."

"Random Omnipotent Being. Fancy title, hardly a perfect descriptor for our kind."

"True, But most humans regard is as such."

"Fair enough. So, what does she want to show us?"

"Wait and see."

With that, both figures grew silent, with Celm gesturing for my ROB to begin her display of power. Smiling, she started off with a simple display, releasing a light into the sky, triggering a storm. Mere minutes later, lighting ignited one of the pushes, which Melissa quickly extinguished, only to reignite it herself. Then, she gestured to the storm and the bush, and soon, I found myself in the middle of a fire-nado. Said flaming cyclone was suddenly frozen into a circular tube of ice, which shattered a moment later. From there, Melissa up turned the ground, making it quake in fury before eventually going still.

As more impressive feats occurred, Celm and the other figures watched on, seemingly judging everything my...sponsor...did.

"She's clearly mastered the skills required for the title of ROB," noted Celm.

"Truly, I'm surprised some being slike is treat that like a badge of honor, especially if they take pride in being called a B.R.O.B. Why take pride in such a definitive insult?"

"That is lost to me."

"It is also lost to me...though. I must ask you one question."

"Yes?"

"Why does your subordinate wish to flaunt these skills now? Any other time could have worked."

"She is days away from launching our Commander experiment."

"You're allowing another experiment?"

"A final one. The last couple of results were...well, you watched one, you can how my previous attempt went."

"Indeed, I can. Still, even if we stop using commanders, others are going to use them, and that..."

"Could be a problem for our interests, I know. This experiment is meant to solve that."

"How so?"

"I'll tell you later. I wish for it to remain secret for now."

"Okay...you still didn't answer my question as to why Operative Omega is showing off."

"She is the newest of my operatives, yet the Commander Experiment is a highly prestigious project, and not all of my subordinates are happy she is heading it. I believe she is attempting to gain the favor of more of my colleagues, such as yourself, to legitimize her position. That or protection from her rivals' retaliation."

"I see...a show of skill would help legitimize her new position, especially if she could demonstrate she was deserving of her so called 'omnipotence'.

Back at the center stage, Melissa was apparently at the conclusion of her performance of power, which, judging from the appearance of the moons in the sky, appeared to have gone on for a few hours. Which made it all the more surprising when she raised her hand to the sky, and suddenly, the moons began traveling BACKWARDS across the sky. A cursory examination of a watch that one of the senior ROBs was looking at revealed that yes, she was reversing time.

Finally, her last displah of power was directed at the bush she had roasted during her performance, which she gestured at with her right hand. At first, nothing happens, by then, to much shock, the bush grew vibrant with leaves and, eventually, flowers.

That made everyone go silent. Then, thunderous applause.

"Did she just restore a dead plant to life?" Questioned the female ROB.

"...Yes, I believe she did."

"...but...but...but none of your Operatives know how to do that. You made sure they didn't. Only beings as great as you and I are given the secrets to master life and death."

"Well, it appears she did it anyway."

"...I see. I believe I should have a word with that girl."

Five minutes later, the woman was indeed conversing with my ROB.

"That was a spectacular performance."

"Thank you, Miss..."

"Queneeria. That is my name...why did you choose to show off your powers today?"

"I was given a task of great importance and prestige by Master Celempheros. I believed it important to meet and align wit those who may help me excel in that position."

"...Impressive. You're smarter that I would have thought... no offense."

"None taken."

"That is a relief...oh, and I am willing to offer you my support."

"Really?"

"Yes. There is just one condition."

"Tell me and we will see if it can be arranged."

"Okay then. I will offer you my support if..."

Then, to my surprise, the being's eyes flowed a brighter shade of turquoise than they already were.

"If you do not ever use your mastery over life and death without my approval. In fact, forget that you could even raise the dead in the first place. Is that okay?"

Much to my shock, Melissa's eyes were also glowing, the same shade as Queneeria's. "...of course."

"Good."

"Anything else you'd like?"

"Pictures of the locals you visit would also be appreciated."

"I will provide you with those. Now, I must go - I have others whose favor I wish to gain."

"Of course. Good luck."

With that, Melissa's eyes returned to normal, and she began to walk away. After a moment, though, she clutched her right hand to her head, apparently having a headache, before continuing on with her efforts.

Queneeria sighed as Melissa left, apparently satisfied she had succeeded with her efforts to brainwash my ROB, only to be stunned when she turned around and found Celm staring her in the eyes.

"You had better give me a good reason you just mind-controlled and, essentially, grassed my subordinate into not using her peers."

"Well, she's rather impulsive at times, though still one of the best among your subordinates. We have rules when interacting with others, choicest of all not trying to raise the dead for trivial reasons, and revealing that she had that power would only cement the hatred some of her co-workers have for her."

"Is that all?"

"No, I have one other reason: Omega is not one to stay on the sidelines, and will inevitably get involved with the Commander's actions. When she does, I do not want her to be able to brush off any losses she suffers. Her actions must carry consequences."

"...point taken. Apology handshake?

"Of course."

The fact Queneeria got lightly shocked as the hands were shaken made me wonder if she was completely forgiven.

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...ok, I didn't expect that to happen. Now what?

Now that I thought about it, I hadn't really done much with my kids aside from joining in on Bianka's birthday celebration. Maybe I should do something with them?

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