Slowly, peacefully the green orb drifted through the heavens. Gracefully the planet orbited its sun. Day in, day out. For the planet there was nothing else, a simple existence in the galaxy. Another large mass to house life, sentient beings and the wonders that allowed creatures to pass straight into the heavens and move on to other great worlds. It makes one wonder. What would this planet think? If it had a conscience, would it be in awe of what had become of the galaxy? Would it look at the small beings that mastered metal and electrons that learnt to fly? Would it be thankful for the beauty that so many worked to preserve, to enhance, to experience. No. Not this planet. For this planet had a name, and it's name is Selvaris. And while, like all other planets it did not have a mind of its own, it would not be in awe. It would, in fact be saddened. Saddened by the fighting, by the war and by the constant death. For if planets basket in the beauty of the heaven in which they lived, they could only weep at the horrors that drifted through the vastness of space. And that horror was the Yuuzhan Vong. And this war torn species had landed on Selvaris, and brought the war to her. Once nothing more than a backwater world, housing tourist resorts and depots, it was now bathed in the blood of hundreds who perished as the Vong landed their troops. Standing for what was right, their own freedom to live cost them that – their lives. And now, draped in armour of white and wrapped in warships of metal, the few stood to protect the many. The daunting task hampered by those who would prefer to bask in money for a short time rather than fight, by those who allied themselves with the Vong, they still fought on. And they would fight until they could no more. Until they were no more. “Not to shabby, if we get off this rock you should publish that,â€