AOR sat in his class room, going over a few notes on his three demensional galactic map. "Now inserting the coordinates here and the time of point destination from before point A..." he added punching in a few numbers on his electric data pad, "we should have the shower..." he paused looking a bit peculiar. "Odd he said, that would mean," he froze adding the coordinates of the earths gravitational and orbit movement. His eyes became wider than a planet, he slammed the sixth unknown metal and a communication devise formed. After a bit of static, a shawdow with a raspy dark voice appeared, "What is it executor?"
"Archindar, the planet is in grave danger. The belt is dismantling. We mis-calculated, mars will not be able to take the waves. A fluxuation in the core magnetic sphere and the assistance of the sun's gravitational pull moved mars faster than anticiapted. I'm moving my fleet into break-away position."
"That will not be nessesary, executor. Let the creatures tend to it, it is their planet after all."
"But sir..."
"No excuses EXECUTOR. This will not be a repeat of last time you decided to interfere with the fate of the planet. Do as I ask and deny command control."
"Yes...sir...", the communication array showed static as the devise became the odd looking metal again.