Belial blazed into the mother battle cruiser in orbit away from the planet. He strode down the halls, his obvious fury bombarding off the walls and scattering various officers and troopers. With a fury he blazed into the bridge, the commander turned in suprise at him, "Belial, sir, what is the meaning of this?" he asked.

Belila gazed right at him, his fury blazing in his eyes, "You heard my broadcasts I assume? Good, make sure no one leaves that planet without being searched by dependable people, and second of all...well that's of no matter, I will take a private quarter and I will require a slave in that quarter in no more than half of an hour!" he blazed out of the room leaving the commander sputtering and confused.

Within the time set a servant came in and succumbed to every need and whim of Belial. Within no time he was relaxed and deep in thought. His wounds almost healed he called the slave in one more time. The slave stuttered his response and stared at the Sith, with quick movement Belial had the poor man by his throat and lifted him up, within no time the man's face creased and wrinkled, grey shot through his hair as his bone became brittle. The man's eyes rolled back as his body became as gaunt as his face, and then stopped moving as life drained from him.

Belial dropped the man and proceeded out to the hall, his wounds healed and his power back to normal. He strode back to the bridge and gazed at the commander, "Commander...I need you to trace a few people, two Jedi's as a matter of fact, find them, I'm sure you have the recordings of our battles, find them, and keep track of them, I'll expect a report in an hour..." With that he was gone, the slave's body gone from his quarter and he began to meditate.

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