I load the laser cannons with a fresh batch of crystals. General Rooster says we're making good progress. The local Human population is already down 40%, but we'll have to hurry if we want to meet the deadline. Cannons charged, I return control of the craft to Cricket. These attack ships will be sending off soon, but there are always more to build.
I scan the horizon. It's littered with the tools of heavy Human industry: smokestacks, tree-choppers and piles of tar. They ruined this planet in the blink of an eye. I understand now. We have little time to save it. To do what needs to be done. Cricket's squadron takes off, floating towards the north-west settlement.
Minutes later, the sky fills with the lights and sounds of distant laser blasts. The work continues.