Final

At last, K’pid��had finally trapped the planet-eating crystalline alien. Her engineers, after much deliberation, had stunned it with a reversed-polarity tachyon stabilizer. So they told her anyway. Whatever worked…

“Weps,” she said, “ready the supernova proton missile.”

“Captain,” K’pid’s science officer squeaked, “Shouldn’t we try to study the-”

“Nah.”

She got a good deal of catharsis out of big kabooms. This one was most satisfactory.