The meeting room had fallen silent when Lord Vader had outstretched his hand in Griffs direction, the man flying into the air and grasping onto his neck, the dark lords modulated voice ringing through the silence as Griff choked and gagged. "Anyone who doubts that--like admiral Griff here--is headed for a fall." He lowered his hand, Griff immediately falling to the ground face first, the dark lord storming out of the meeting room; the five other officers present immediately scrambling to Griff's side as he made his way back to his chair, hand rubbing over his neck.