A waste, but necessary for discipline, he thought. Ensign Colclazure would make sure to hold his subordinates to higher standards in the future, and even now the tractor beam operators were working at their stations with far more intent.
Still, it was odd. Not for the crew perhaps; the stories of Vader's punishments had grown even more graphic since the man's death. And he himself was certainly no stranger to carnage, after all his time in the Defense Force.
Even so, he mused, tugging at his glove as he returned to his command chair, who would have thought the man to have had so much blood in him?