There is a bar. In the bar is a demon. The demon is sad.
"Last week of the captain's logs of the USS Orpheus should have much of what you want, then, and references to most of the rest -- it'll be in bureaucratese, you understand, but shouldn't be hard to read between the lines. There's lots more on our computers just outside that door, transmissions from the ship and radar scans and the announcements and distress calls we were sending out and so forth, but I don't know what kind of specification you need to get that."
Cam produces himself the captain's logs. "You want a copy of your computer to sift through?"
"That would be marvelous, if it's no trouble."
"Thank you!" He commences sifting.
The captain's log is terse and formulaic, identifying the ship and captain at the beginning of each entry. Today another few dozen crewmen took leave on Earth; today we had this list of repairs done; today we restocked the medical bay.
Today we received orders from Starfleet Command to proceed directly to Omega Cygni for the purposes of terraforming. Received onboard two Genesis Devices for this purpose.
Today we arrived at Omega Cygni. Verified that all planetary residents had been notified to vacate the location on these three previous dates, the first over a year ago, in accordance with thus-and-such protocols. Verified absence of protected planetary ecologies as listed in certain documentation. Verified terraforming orders. Witnessed by first officer.
Prepared Genesis Device for launch. Put in place these varieties of shielding. Broadcast final safety notice in accordance with yet another protocol. Launched Genesis Device at such-and-such a time, mark.
"Did they actually produce these safety notices?"
"Oh, sure. Didn't trouble themselves to produce a means of transport off the planet, though."
"Mm. Why were people on an unterraformed rock to begin with?"
"Government put'em there. Settlers. Drop off colonies on a hundred rocks, see which three take off and end up booming trade hubs, ignore the other ninety-seven except to send them all evacuation notices so you have the legal justification to drop a Device any time you please."
"How big are these things?"
"Bit taller than I am, couldn't quite put my arms around one? Dunno what units of measure you use."
"I grew up with inches and pounds. Are they throwing it fast enough for the mass alone to be a problem?"
"It would kill people. But it would kill people in maybe a mile radius, not everyone on the planet."
"I'm trying to evaluate whether I can do this on my own or if I need to try to get you a fairy or angel. I can only add mass, not subtract."
"--if you can do it fast enough, adding parachutes would eliminate the impact worry."
"I can make things as small as parachutes quite fast but I'd worry about my aim with them if it's seconds from impact."
"If aim's a worry, how are you planning to manage the Device in the first place?"
"If I interpolate it with air it doesn't matter very much if I also interpolate the surrounding air with more air."
"Ah. Well, I'm not a physicist, I'm afraid, but from my understanding they simply drop it from orbit, if you can calculate from that."
"I'm not sure I can do it fast enough. And without stepping out of the bar - I need to go back where I came from for, not as time-sensitive a project as yours, but - loosely similar. I think I will recommend that you try to summon a fairy and we'll have to get creative if it turns out you can't."
"I have a great number of people who would be more than willing to hold the door, but I entirely sympathize with being unwilling to take the risk. What is a fairy and how do I summon one? And is your project one with which we could potentially assist?"
"Do you have resurrection?"
"I'm afraid not -- do you?"
"Only of one of the relevant species."
"One is better than we have -- does it work outside your world?"