Kross stands on the bridge of an interdictor-class cruiser, looking down at a burning forested planet as a space battle is taking place between the Republic and Sith. An officer with the badge of a captain glances nervously at the hulking Sith Lord as he is mired in deep thoughts.
“Whatever answers this Artemis could offer you, I hope you do find it down there.”
The captain gulps and summons the courage to speak.
“M-my lord? Y-your o-o-orders?”
The Sith Lord turns his head mechanically to the captain with a glare, as if he would be consumed for interrupting his thoughts.
“Have this ship pull in front of the battleship, Captain. Then proceed to engage the Republic carrier.”
“B-but my lord! The battleship is locked on to that es-escort c-coming o-out of t-the atmosphere!”
The tall figure turns around with outrage in his eyes, holding up his left hand and clenching it into a gloved fist. The Captain instantly freezes up, squeaking as if trapped by some invisible force.
“You will do as I command, Captain!”
The tall figure leans close to look at the terrified captain, eye to eye.
“Is. That. Under. Stood?”
“Yes…my…lord.”
As the Captain is released from the hold, he falls to the ground and quickly picks himself back up, yelling commands to the crew. The Sith Lord once again returns to his thoughts…
“Things are starting to get…interesting…”