"No. I'm not going to kill you. Nobody under my command will, either."

The squawk of a radio sounded from Alan's pocket. Taking it out, he asked what the situation was. The sound of gunfire was becoming less and less frequent, and the person on the other end of the radio reported that things were going well and all there was left to take was the mine itself. 

Hearing this, Zech smiled and told Alan to regroup anyone in fighting condition and organize them for the final push into the mines. Anyone in need of medical attention was to report to the housing areas and be tended to by anyone with medical experience. There had to be quite a few, as slaves were expected to patch up their own, whether the injury came from an accident or the whip of their former masters. 

After the mines are taken, they would have to disperse, possibly building a new settlement on some new planet.