While Starfucker Omega
was constructed in the Drengin constellation, I sent fleets of constructors to start work on two others: Starfucker Prime
went up in Ecstasy space, ready to rip through the Terran empire, and Starfucker Pro
was built deep in Drath territory - relations between us were plummeting, and I needed a contingency plan.
And yet it wasn't until my nearly-operational Death Star
(I mean Terror Star) was destroyed by a single plucky X-Wing
(I mean Terran Fighter with X-shaped wings) that I stopped to think: "Wow, am I the bad guy here?"
God, look at me. This was supposed to be my quest for peace, and I've become addicted to destroying suns. It's my answer to everything.
How did I try to mend relations with the Terrans? I destroyed a sun. How did I vanquish the Dread Lords? I destroyed their sun. How did I tackle the volatile Drengin? Destroyed all their suns. Drath relations dodgy? Gear up to destroy some suns. It was spreading to real life, too.
Deputy Editor Tim called just now to ask how this diary was coming along, and all I could say was "It's taking a while. Couldn't we just destroy the sun?"