Marix sat in his room, sweating. He had felt a great loss in the Force. As if an entire crew had been destroyed. Rising, he took slow, calculated steps towards his personal refresher. Five minutes later, he looked completely rejuvenated, but inside, he was not so sure. Getting dressed into his GA’s uniform, he sat down at his comp station and began outlining new battle plans to ease his mind. “I am Admiral Stang of the Galactic Republic Military. State your business.” “You are not in a position to make demands, my fake officer.”