Eridan's wand hit the floor with a quiet hollow click. Around him were the ruins of an old ship ripe for plundering. He has slain all of the pathetic little imp guardians that "protected" this place, and he used that term loosely. Then again, he had only been able to kill the weak things because he was such a skilled wizard.

Err… scientist, because we all knew that magic was fakey fakey fake.

He sighed. Even though this ship was bountiful in treasure, it wasn't the same without his stunning ex-kismesis. He collected some treasure and exited the game.

Back within the base on the lonely meteor, he sat in a chair and began to stare pitifully at the low ceiling. "Oh cod, how long will I be alone like this?" Even though they had technically won the game, the trolls still sat on that motionless rock in space. That small rock didn't hold very much to look at, particularly since Karkat commanded them all to remain in that one tech lab. As he looked across the dank room, he was disgusted by all the cheery activity. Nepeta stalked the floor, occasionally pouncing on another troll. Terezi began to sob, and as she cried Karkat tried to comfort her. She pushed away from his nervous arms and transportated away. Gamzee was dancing ridiculously around the horn pile where Sollux and Feferi lay. Vriska sat flipping her hair about as she watched Tavros fall down the stairs in the adjoining corridor. Kan was busy staring at the ridiculous Matriorb thing or Wwhatevver. Equius simply mumbled down at the dismembered robot pieces that lay in shambles, ones that he soon planned to add on to Aradia for some purpose.

HE, on the other hand, was actually doing some real work, practicing his science.

On the other side of the vast room, Feferi got up to get a drink; leaving Sollux Captor alone in the horn pile. Eridan approached him cautiously, his scarf swinging low as he stumbled over.

"Sol?"

"What fish face?"

"Well, how are things going for you Sol?"

"Fuck off Ampora."

"Sol, I want to talk to you, can I join you in the pile?"

"Of course not," Sollux cried out. "I don't like you and I'm sure as hell not going to talk to you right now." The lisping Gemini flipped the hipster the finger and stalked off after Feferi. Eridan returned to his chair in front of the shitty computer. He sighed and tilted his head back to reflect. It had been only two weeks, and yet everyone was starting to act crazy.

Today had been by far the worst since they had gotten to the space colony. As his internal temper flared, his wand blasted tiny red puffs. He thought they symbolized his rage quite well. Sol just didn't see it, he thought. Didn't see how glubbin' awesome that he was. Eridan knew that he needed to fix that, needed him to see who he reely was. And, he thought, he knew just how to do it. As the eggs began to fry on his think pan, he rose to his feet. He walked towards the utility closet. He was CERTAIN there would be at least one less empty bucket in the facility that night.