The approach
The atmospheric processor which Rett was currently walking through was not connected to the research facility. Although the atmospheric processor and communications center were both within the same structure, the Empire had decided if one was destroyed they didn't want the other to go with it.
As such, the research facility had been embedded into the side of a ravine and was only easily accessible by shuttle. In fact, while the research facility had a hangar bay full of TIE fighters the atmospheric processor only had a single, Lambda-class shuttle for basic transportation.
The landing pad had been created to hold at maximum, two shuttles and in about an hour the Lambda would be joined temporarily by a Zeta-class shuttle to drop off supplies which were running short before hopping to the research base to refuel and drop off supplies along with... Something else.
Rett ran this through his head as he stalked through the labyrinth of corridors and hallways that made up the processor. Always a deep grey with bright, wight lights. He could only imagine how dark it would be without those lights.
"It should be a standard drop off..." He muttered to himself as he checked his data pad "So why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
He finally arrived at the communications center and set his mug down ontop of one of the consoles before going to the only other person in the room.
"Morning Admiral, nice view today?" Asked Vale, the processors only engineer, tiredly. She was currently leaning back in her chair with her legs ontop off the comm unit, her cap over her face. "Maybe today's the day I could start working on my tan." She said before he could answer, crossing her legs on the console as she pull her cap further down over her face,
"Good morning to you too Head engineer Vale Yen. Good to see how hard you're working." He sighed slightly as he pushed her legs off the console. "However now I need some effort out of you, please establish communications with the Sentinel. I need an update on planetary weather activity."
She pulled her cap up, straightening it before setting to work on the console. "No problem boss, the storm is starting to make things a bit hazy now though. The interference it causes is insane, unnatural almost."
"We have less than an hour before supplies arrive, I need to make sure things are safe." He swallowed and tugged at his sleeve, straightening creases that weren't there. He was nervous, but why? This was standard routine. No reason to worry.
"What's the worst that could happen, boss? No rebel scum would want to come near this place, I didn't even know about this place before I was sent here. We've got a link, patching you through now"
She pressed a few more buttons before a static infused voice played through the speaker.
"Atmospheric processor zero one, this is the Sentinel, what is the reason for communication?" Asked the voice, most likely Vice Admiral Tel.
"This is Admiral Rett Havel, communications established to ask for an update of planetary weather systems along with any other noteworthy updates." Said Rett through a comm-link on his wrist.
"Understood Admiral, good to hear from you. Retrieving weather updates now... The data should have arrived?" Said the Vice Admiral.
Rett looked over to Vale, questioningly. She glanced at her screen then nodded.
"Data recieved Vice Admiral, thank you"
"Before you go Admiral! We've just recieved word. The supply shuttle is arriving early and will be making it's approach from the North side of the planet now, that is all." The Vice Admiral cut communications.
Rett frowned slightly before lowering his wrist. His brow was creased in thought. His eyes widened as he rushed to the screen in front of Vale, pushing her to the side, almost out of her chair.
"What the kriff, Admiral?!" She cried as he stared at the screen.
"The storm has approached faster than first anticipated and has almost doubled in intensity..." He rubbed his brow. "And the shuttle is flying right through the whole thing."