General Kiran was walking through the command center, as he did most of the day.

The green lights from

large screens were reflected in shiny rocks, and the comm chatter echoed throughout the entire cave. He
usually checked reports, researched potential targets. Some rebels even joked that he is a droid, while
they thought he couldnt hear them. This time his worries were justified, battle group four has not
returned yet, and contact with transport 3 has been lost. The empire was on to something.

-Any news from the fleet?

-Not yet sir.

-Check again.

And now this, contact with the fleet has been lost, now that the rebels most needed it. Ion squadron was
with group 4, while most of the storm squadron was either escorting them or was escorting the lost
shipment of X-Wings.

-Sir, group four was atacking most heavily defended imperial facility in the sector. Maybe...

-No, its not like them. Besides, you have seen the intercepted imperial reports, the factory was
destroyed and so were some ships orbiting the planet. The atack was a success.

-Maybe they got intercepted by imperial fleet sent as reinforcments?

-No, we know location of almost every fleet in the sector, no ship has abandoned their usual patrol route
in the past five days.