Another red light flashed on the technician's panel, signaling yet another turbolaser battery destroyed by the errant fighter. From what the First Order technician could see, they were running low on options to destroy the escaping TIE fighter. He turned about quickly and called up to the catwalk to his commanding officer.
"Sir, they're destroying our turbolasers!"
General Grievous coughed into his hand. He tore his gaze away from the desert planet and turned his attention to the technician. The technician only had time to gulp before Grievous turned away again, this time towards the back of the bridge. He began pacing along the catwalk, away from the window. His metallic claws clacked against the floor, scratching its surface. He let out a small, robotic growl as he stalked up towards the officer in charge of the Resurgent's point-defense. As he reached him, he brought a finger up to him and snarled.
"Fool. Prepare our missiles. They are too slow to evade." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kylo Ren stalk onto the bridge in a rage but ignored him momentarily. "Flight commander, launch flights two and three." They wouldn't get away; he had too many assets at his disposal. Still, these humans were incompetent at best. Turbolasers were a foolish choice as the primary method of point-defense; that was a mistake for the Empire's era, not for theirs.
"General Grievous." A masked voice called to him. Grievous turned to look upon Kylo Ren. A mere pretender of eras past. From what Grievous could gather, Kylo would barely reach what was known as an "acolyte" of the ancient sith. He might be an assassin for the Emperor. Yet, in this age, he was the face of darkness. How the glories of the Sith had fallen into ruin. "Was it the Resistance pilot?" Grievous growled in response to this weak being.
"Yes. And… he had help. From one of our own." He stopped addressing Kylo directly, instead stalking towards the officer in charge of the registries to see if there were any updates. "We're checking the registers now for which stormtrooper it was." He slowed as he saw the officer shake his head slowly. His cape slowed with him, draping over his shoulders and covering him. In this momentary silence, he heard Kylo's masked voice drift towards him.
"The one from the village." Kylo muttered, causing Grievous to turn. "FN-2187." Had he had a mouth, he would have sneered. One of Kylo's finest had turned traitor? As he was about to mock Kylo, however, the officer in charge of point-defense shouted towards him.
"Sir. Missiles ready." Grievous snarled at the officer. He had to do everything around here. Everything required confirmation. The Kaleesh were better than these humans. He turned away from both Kylo and the officer, instead staring out the window on the bridge, before shouting.
"Lock!" He balled his fist cruelly, and when he heard confirmation of a lock, he commanded the missiles be fired. He began to laugh a laugh that broke off into a cough.