Garja looked on with pride as the space-troopers carefully dropped the cloak down on the floor of the hanger and he openly clapped as the force field went back up and the troopers took off their helmets.
"Excellent work men! Excellent work indeed. I'm sure the technicians will be singing your praises for a long time to come." Garja smiled as the men laughed at the joke.
He turned toward the turbolift and stepped slightly back in surpise when he saw his second officer standing in the turbolift escorted by four stormtroopers. They were all armed.
"Commander...what seems to be the problem?"
"You are sir. The empire doesn't tolerate mutiny."
He nodded toward the space-troopers who quickly ran up to his side and leveled their weapons at the second in command.
"I don't know what you mean by Mutiny commander. I've never disobeyed one of the orders in my life and I don't intend to start now."
"Naval Code 32177 of Imperial Hand book 12 Line 3, paragraph 26. All enemy vessels are too be destroyed in the event that the opportunity presents itself. You failed to obey that order sir."
He always was an ambitious one...He must have been waiting for me to make a mistake so he could assume command.
The admiral tapped one of the intercoms that would open up communications to the bridge only to find static greeting him.
"Hanger communications have mysteriously shorted out sir. Your stuck down here...and command of the ship will be passed to me since First officer Met has had an...unfortunate accident."
Garja did the only thing he could do. He ran toward one of the shuttles in the hanger with the space-troopers right behind him.
"Get the Cloak on board! I'll cover you!" He shouted as his second in command lowered his hand and the stormtroopers began to open fire.
One of the space-troopers raised his hand signiling that the device was on board a few moments later and Garja raced aboard and fired up the engines.
"Try and raise the Grand Admiral. Inform him of what has happend. Begin plotting a Hyperspace course the second we leave the hanger."
The shuttle shot through the force field and Garja watched as...the ship remained silent and did nothing.
He said communications had been cut off...We have a few mintues...or moments to be more percise.
"Admiral. We've set course for the last known position of the Grand Admiral's fleet. Engaging Hyperdrive."
The stars turned to lines in front of him and the Admiral finally allowed himself to relax. He turned to his surviving men. "Does anyone have any idea what that was about?"