“You have a high priority comm from Grand Moff Tarkin sir.”
The entire bridge became remarkably still—- that feeling of silent winter chill in the air.
It was highly unusual for Tarkin to contact the Executor, particularly if Lord Vader was not present.
Given that the man had just ordered the death of two different planets in a matter of days, it was perhaps not all that surprising that his name struck such fear.
Piett’s jaw tightened.
“Very well. Please send it to the Senior Conference Room.”
“Yes, Captain.”
He glanced to Tom whose tension was quite apparent in his expression.
“You have the bridge, Commander,” Piett told him in what he hoped were calm tones, before he turned to walk with measured stride off of the bridge.
He made it halfway down the corridor when Veers fell into step beside him from a joining corridor.
“That was fast, even for scuttlebutt,” Piett murmured.
“I was on my way here already when I heard,” the General replied. “You know what he wants.”