Deep in the heart of Imperial Teth, in the grand and imposing sector capital building, Commander Rena Harvix and Moff Orgege stared at each other, both furious.
“How could you lose that information?” cried Orgege, slamming his fist into the table. “It was vital to the coming operation! We can’t launch the fleet without it!”
Commander Harvix’s fury was colder and more restrained. “My dear Moff,” she began, her languid demeanor not hiding the anger in her eyes. “perhaps you should have considered the importance of your precious data before you allowed a Rebel fleet to close within shooting distance of your capital.”
The Moff’s face quivered as he sought to restrain himself from physical violence, his eyes going to the cylinder at Harvix’s waist. “You know very well that we monitor all incoming hyperspace lanes to Teth,” he stated. “What they did was impossible.” He growled to himself at the ingenuity of the Rebellion. “You might have kept a backup of the files back on Nar Shaddaa,” he sputtered, attempting to shift the topic.
“The loss of the original files was… unfortunate,” agreed Commander Harvix. “The parties responsible will be dealt with.” She stared at Moff Orgege for a few more moments, feeding off his anger, before adding, “Now. Are you prepared to plan this assault?”