The Imperial officer strode down the deck of the bridge until he reached the viewport. He looked out towards the stars. It was out there and he smiled. There was nothing going on in the area they were in. Perfect. Meant they had a possibility of slipping in unnoticed. He turned to face a tall man, standing three feet higher then everyone around him. He was Jon Geron, the Grand Moff. He was the head of the Moff Council. “Is everything ready Admiral?” he asked, staring down at the admiral. “I am ready to start at any time sir,” he reported. “You may proceed when ready,” Geron said. “They haven’t.”