Darth Nihl stood in total disgust on board the bridge of the imperial command ship. The search to capture the Skywalker brat and his Jedi companions was taking far to long. He sneered as his aggravation levels rose. Live victims for his lord would be nice, but his patience had worn thin, so corpses would have to do.
"Admiral, this is taking far too long, destroy the Station!" Barked Nihl.
"Yes m'lord." Admiral Yage replied, before going on comm to the entire fleet. "All ships of the Imperial Command! This is Admiral Rulf Yage. All troops and ships are to return to their original lauch vessels, the wheel is now subject for termination."
"Do IT." hissed Nihl.
"Fire" Ordered Yage.
In an instant, all the ships of the imperial fleet began openin up their powerful batteries upon the Wheel. Bolt of green energy filled the space lanes surrounding the decrepit space station, before impacting its metal surface, causing dozens of flowering little explosions.
It won't be long now Nihl thought to himself triumphantly.
"Have you come here for answers? There are none. The call of Korriban is strong, but it is the call of the dead. It is fitting you came here."
"The failure is yours, no longer does your voice whisper within my skull, no longer do I suffer beneath teachings that weaken us, and now you run in search of the Jedi. They are all dead....save one, and one broken Jedi cannot stop the darkness that is to come."