Rjiuvan Shai slammed his human hand into the coralgrown table. "Tschaka" he screamed in outrage. The poor unlucky warriors that always surrounded the Warmaster were more grim than usual. It has been twelve hours since the failed attack on Kuat. Although Iulan would hesitate from calling it a failure, the Warmaster felt the urgent and pessimistic need to call it a failure and a personal failure. He had lost a God after the battle. Iulan had not yet returned from the battle, Rjiuvan understood the poor darkspace capabilities of the fragil metal craft and that Iulan would make a series of short dark space jumps to avoid being tracked by the Imperial fleet. But twelve hours was too much. The memories were fresh in his mind but not even the detailed review of the actions could ease him, not even a session in the Embrace of Pain could do that now. He slowly and quietly said another prayer. The collection of phrases that had impressed Iulan so much. There is no heresy there is truth. There is no shame, there is glory There is no void, there is pain. There is no fear, there is the True God. "Pulutar, Warmaster," Rjiuvan's chief shaper saluted. "The asteroid field is feeding the new ships. Similiarly the destruction of Kessel and its moon has greatlyu benifitted our ship creation programs. The coral creatures are synthethizing the great amount of metal ore in the Kessel field. My shapers believe this will strenghten them against the 'Mpeerial spaceheresies, we hope to compensate todays loss in less than fifteen suncycles." Rjiuvan said nothing and the shaper left. The silence was worse still. Along with it came memories. On his left on the coralgrown table the coral figurines of the Dejarik watched him. If hisGod died, what would difference him from the Gods of the Yuuzhan Vong, what would make Iulan S'Tor so different from Yun-Yuuzhan. Rjiuvan believed in Iulan and his Force because they were alive, now with them death? He would be a warrior without a banner alone in this fiendish galaxy waging battles for his own glory? When he first arrived the fanatism for the gods and the supremacy of Shimraa had blinded him. He had come to fight this crusade for the Gods, and he .... betrayed them? No he simply chose a different path. A path that was no longer clear. "Warmaster," a warrior came, "our shapers report success with their latest creation." Rjiuvan half listened to him, he wasn't interested in weapons, when his true goal evaded him. He had trusted Iulan's decisions and goals. What goal would Rjiuvan Shai have if Iulan does not come back? “Success, at last then?” Rjiuvan asked as he smiled.