Standing on a plateau, The Logician looks down at the melee with immense dissatisfaction. I thought they were better than this he thinks. Violence never solved anything, and what's more, this doesn't seem to have any point whatsoever. Why?
"What do you think, Jerry?" The Logician says, seemingly to no one. More shocking is the response.
I think people are stupid. Most people, anyway; I've met exceptions to the rule.
"Why thank you , Jerry."
Actually I was talking about Khedive Rex, but you'll work in a pinch.
"So what should I do?"
My space fleet is on standby. We could blow them and the planet to high hell. How's that sound?
"Do I have to be on it?"
I would prefer if you weren't.
"Alright. Beam us up, Scotty."
Actually his name is Jermy, and he hates Star Trek. But I'm sure he won't kick your ass when we get there.
Light-years away, orbiting around the planet Saturn, what seems to be a moon begins to awaken. With a crack, the rock on its surface shatters, and the moon seems to fold out, ressonating with light. After several minutes, part of the planet extends and fold inwards, revealing a massive cannon. It fires.
With that, the light fades, and the moon seems to die, its purpose fulfilled.
Several minutes later the beam slams into the planet, cracking it like a dinner plate. Within minutes, it shatters, it's axis extended beyond its limit.. Another planet dies, with a roar of pain rather than a sigh of relif.