The bridge of the Super Star Destroyer Atrus was bustling with activity.  The crewers were keeping busy, while the ship's XO, Captain Raltor looked out the viewport.  "Captain, we have an incoming craft two clicks from the ship," one of the young crewman said from the radar terminal.  "Two clicks?" Raltor said.  "How did he get so close without us spotting him?" "I don't know sir," the young man replied.  "The only thing I can think of is if he has a cloaking shield." The captain pursed his lips.  Ships with cloaking shields were extremely rare.  Few in the Vast Empire had them, and fewer flaunted them.  "Sir, we lost him again," the young man interrupted Raltor's thoughts.  "He must have cloaked." "Shields up and warm up the turbolasers," the XO ordered.  A tense ten minutes of complete silence followed as all the crewers watched their terminals, looking for any sign of an attack.  "Captain," a deep voice said from behind him.  A tall figure stood with his hair cut short and a scar on the side of his face.  He was wearing a black jumpsuit with a lightsaber hanging from his belt and a dagger sheathed, gleaming in the light.  Raltor turned on his heel in proper military fashion and snapped into a salute.  "Rear Admiral, you are unexpected." Riel walked by the Captain and looked out of the viewports.  "What is the ships status," he asked in a commanding tone.  He had been gone long on his Dark Jedi business. "We're running at 100% efficiency, and the crewers are eager for action.  The squadrons are currently in the simulator, they are also eager," Raltor said, trying to hide his discomfort. Riel nodded slightly.  His appearance had changed since they saw him last.  His hair was much shorter, and his eyes were colder than ever before.  Him being on the ship sent fear into all the crewmembers.  He turned and looked at the Captain in the eyes. "I heard some trouble was had with the shield systems earlier," he said in an icy voice.  "Tell me what happened." Raltor cleared his throat.  He had meant to keep that little bit of information from Riel, but somehow he found out.  "We had a reverse flux in one of the shield generators." "Claw fixed it, I take it," he said distantly.  His mind was elsewhere. "Yes sir, he did, and quickly," Raltor replied. Riel looked down at Raltor again.  "You planned on keeping that from me."  It wasn't a question. "I felt that..." Raltor said. He was cut off as he was lifted in the air by something unseen.  He was dragged a few inches from Riel's face, while Riel's scar began twitching.  "You lied to me," was all Riel said.  Raltor convulsed in mid-air, then hung limp.  He fell to the ground in a heap.  "Clean this up," he directed one of the crewmembers.  They scrambled to the fallen body as Riel turned and looked out the viewport, the encounter forgotten.  "Lieutenant Amoran, get me Claw on the Nemesis."
 
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Rear Admiral Riel Fury
Navy Commander In Chief
Krath Prophet(ess), Dark Lord of the Krath, Cult Member in Elite Griffen Sect
Give in to your hatred.  Give in to your anger.  Give in to the Dark Side.