Jenosial501 looked out over the dusty horizon. T-minus 3 hours ago, the colony of Ni'em #49, population 50,591, had stood in this very spot. Now the only thing remaining was a field of dust. Endless dust. "Orders, sir?" buzzed a small Tick droid. "Move out. This planet has already given us all it can." Jenosial grumbled back. The small droid nodded once and shot off to tell the others. Jenosial, though, remained. His eyes scanned the horizon one last time. He couldn't place the feelings he had at the moment, but a human would likely categorize it as pride, he figured. Without further thought, he called his personal A-I857 Starfighter and slumped into the straddle. Back on Yox, ZILTORSLKB69 would be waiting for him. There they would decide the fate of the rest of the known universe. Jenosial501, though, had a feeling he already knew what their fate was. His feelings told him that the universe would not be in a solid state much longer.