Major Dienekes watched the sensor screens, seeing three contacts come into the atmosphere. He looked over to his communications officer, "Lieutenant, put the fighters on alert. Have scout team six move in on the contacts." he ordered. The communications officer went to work as he went back to watching the contacts move in. "Sir, shouldn't we wake Moff Dominin?" asked a Captain. "No, he's as likely to go back to sleep as he is to execute who woke him should he find it a waste of his team." he said. That was one thing that uneased him about this assignment, the high execution rate. Moff Dominin was relentless on punishing failure, or conduct he assumed was unbecoming of an Imperial. It kept him watching over his shoulder nearly every moment, and one of the occassions he saw the Moff, his blood turned cold and shivers went down his spine. The man creeped him out in every way, and he would admit it, he was scared of him. He then noticed one of the contacts was breaking off from the other two. "Is the scout team in position?" he asked. The communications officer turned to him and nodded. "Yes sir, they just arrived on site. The contacts are...one Rebel Medium Transport...and two Corellian Gunships." responded the communications officer. He stood, and thought; it was possible worth the Moff's time, but he better not risk it. "Launch fighters, have them intercept that transport." he ordered. Outside the headquarters facility, the hangar bay opened its doors, and six TIE Fighters screamed out of their racks, and headed straight for the transport.
