Somewhere in the universe-
"This planet used to have a name." Jardsam said to no one in particular. "It used to be teeming with life, people, business. But that all changed when the fire nation attacked."
He laughed to himself, shrugging as he turned on his heel, walking through the empty streets as he continued his monologue. "It was a genocide, and history has forgotten who ordered the slaughter, or even who the victims were. Just another one of those planets that were rounded off in an accountants little black book and forgotten about."
"I dug this little number from the back of my filing cabinet, blew off the dust that had accumulated over the centuries, and made a little visit to this forgotten decimal in the accounts of the universe." Jardsam said, making a turn to step into an empty shop. He walked across the skeleton of a long-extinct species and handled a metal can- the label long since worn off from the sand in the air. "Here I would fight an infant with the power to shatter planets." He told the corpses. "Youth and power, versus guile and experience."
Placing the can back onto the shelf, Jardsam placed his hands into his pockets and returned to the street.
"Let us see how this descends."