Luke waited for Krennic to finish, before he offered the Archduke a placating smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You won't stand for anything if either of us find that you've been shifting material shipments to places they are not meant to go," he stated plainly, the threat clear in the tone of his voice. He folded his arms over his chest, a tiny imitation of his father, but enough to let his cloak slip, the faint glint of a lightsaber at his hip clearly seen.