The sun did not set on Nylath; it merely faded slowly, light diminishing gradually, first in the west, then in the east, as the planet commenced its slow rotation. High clouds, ruddy orange and resembling nothing so much as riverbed clay, encompassed the totality of the horizon. Life-giving, the clay sky held and dispersed light and heat, rendering the planet habitable, but it made for a barren vista. “Miss Jedi, what’s the use of all this stuff, really?” Kano’s youngest, a boy of twelve, interrupted as she entered the log for this newest artifact. “Good of you to come,” the hunter began. Bang!