Harold had finished some paperwork on some ships and others going by, keying in times, dates, reasons, the normal things. He preferred doing the simple things so that his officers could deal with more pressing issues. This wasn't to say Harold was lazy; he was old, not lazy. But his Officers were faster and more reliable on a computer, especially when there was only one of him. He had just finished the last document as he entered it into his ships datalogs when he decided to stretch and take a walk for a bit. He exited his office and headed for the bridge to see how his men were doing. By this time he only had his most trusted officers at the helm of his ships and his others at other menu's throughout the ship doing check up duty or patrol. Upon entering the bridge he noticed the officers were gossiping and they immediately hushed when he entered. "Uh, Captain on deck!" one shouted, "at ease," Harold said. By this point this cliche was simply a formality as he didn't care or force it among his trusted men, but they felt like they still had a place even with their newfound purpose. "So what did I miss? Did I hear talk about women and cognac?" There was a pause, the cold silence that only emitted menu noises and slow, but soft, button presses. "Well speak up, because I've been rather lonely too!" Harold grinned as he started to laugh, his officers unable to keep their silence as they laughed as well. One spoke up as Harold took his steps towards what everyone called 'Den's Window' the window he would always look out through to see his mission objective or goal, the ship as specifically positioned for the view. "Why don't you grab one of the lady troopers you have, Captain? I'm sure there's plenty when you're captain!" The men laughed again but Harold spoke up firmly as he stared out. "No! I have many women aboard this ship compared to others, but that doesn't mean we treat them as tools or property." The men felt scolded as they quited down, feeling they crossed the line. "They are equal to us, men. Men of the Galactic Empire. And only I can treat them as tools and property! Because this is the Galactic Empire!" That killed it, it even raised the guards laughter by the doors, no one could hold it in. It was a quick and swift joke from the Captain, and since he was already containing the laughter before he finished it, the laughter soon extinguished itself as the others kept laughing. However, now, Harold wouldn't be laughing as he saw something in the distance. Some sort of ship? He questioned why it wasn't being escorted by any fighters or why there weren't any fighters heading towards it.

As soon as the laughter slowed to a stop, Harold, keeping his eyes on the vessel, walked over to the men, behind their consoles. "There, what is that ship doing? Why haven't any of you hailed it or stopped it? Someone explain to me why we're not checking on that ship." The men lost their silly moment and got serious, some not even knowing what was going on went searching to find an answer. "It uh, it gave us clearance codes sir." "What do you mean, clearance codes? Officer, you do know we were given specific orders to stop and check every ship that enters or leaves, right?" "Yes Captain, but these codes basically are telling us that they are under orders from someone higher than us, maybe even the governor." Harold gave an odd face, a confused look as to why he would be given such orders and then have ships like these, as long as they had their special codes, being given unrestricted access. Harold wasn't exactly surprised as he has known the Empire has its secret ways, even in the Republic they had secrets. But this didn't seem right. What was so important or valuable that would allow these ships through. "I'm going to head to my office, I'll be back later. If any of you find any information on those ships, send them to me." As Harold turned towards one of the exits to the bridge, he yelled back at his Officers just before leaving, "I'll bring the cognac when I come back." He hurried to his office, wanting to know why lower individuals get to go over his orders... again. It felt just like the Republic. The Jedi only needed a little training for a little time and they could take control of entire fleets out of nowhere; it developed a distrust for them, also making him dislike it as he would work so hard for a high position only to be belittled. He wasn't going to be belittled like that again.

Upon reaching his office, he immediately closed his door, activating the sound proofing inside and grabbing his chair, activating his monitor. As soon as he turned it on, the information the Officers found were coming in, but they were useless information. He kept scouring through what the Officers found, it was all just datalogs, similar to what he was doing earlier. Shipments... shipments were coming in from these transports. Days, times, dates, ETA's, all useless, everything else listed as classified or otherwise. However, although it was useless, it was the only information available. Harold would soon discover that there was basically no information on these ships, but there had to be. To be given special clearance codes there needs to be a reason and Harold was going to find out, and he didn't care what kind of trouble it would get him into. He started to scour through other files, files kept by personnel, some of his soldiers, even looking through files held by the Governor and other ship Captains, even looking at commanders down on the ground for information, but he found nothing. What could they be hiding he thought. But then he paused, peering at his monitor as he felt he found something, and he did. Files, records of an Imperial asking questions about the transports. He pulled up her file to look through it as he read through the records. An Imperial Security Soldier, which seemed logical as the transports could be seen as a break of security which would be cause for concern. But it doesn't seem like there's quite much. All the information he could find seems to stop at the mines. Isn't that where the Rebels are? Trump's there too. He pulled his commlink from his pocket and activated it. "Bridge, Captain Den to the Bridge. Listen, I need a Scout Trooper team be sent to the ground" He continued, closing his monitor and deactivating the sound proofing, leaving. "Prep them immediately to meet me in the hangar." He didn't rush, as he had to stop by a storage room for a recording device. However, under the circumstances, he felt this disconnected communication was futile as to what he was doing. He grabbed a holocommunicator from the storage room and grabbed a Trooper from outside, "Uh, yes sir??" The trooper was startled as he was grabbed. "Soldier, could you get this to the hangar immediately? There are some Scout Troopers being prepped to land on the planet, give it to them." "Understood, Captain!" And with that, he released the soldier from his grip and the Trooper turned to start dashing down the corridor, heading to the Hangar as fast as he could.

Harold pulled out his personal comm once more, "This is Captain Herald to the bridge. Are those Scout Troopers ready yet? There's been a change of plans. I've sent a Stormtrooper with something to the Hangar, have the Scouts meet with this Trooper before leaving. The Scout Troopers mission is to get that device to at AT-ST pilot 'Sergeant Caddock.' Tell him to contact Harold Dennison as soon as possible. After that, they are to return aboard this ship. The Transport taking them is to await their return unless told otherwise by myself. If someone else higher than me says otherwise, tell them they have to take it up with me. Captain Den out." He wouldn't lie, he was worked up a bit. This whole situation bringing up bad memories of the past, immediately losing command of anything as soon as he worked hard enough to grab it, he was pissed. But he knew he required a clear head for what would soon come, so he retreated to his quarters. Before walking into his room, he stopped an Officer patrolling the corridor. "Report to the Bridge, Officer. if any soldier needs me, tell them if it's not an emergency, then they can wait. Understood? Just hold the bridge until I return, anything happens, you wake me? Is that understood." The officer nodded in a way that he understood the Captain was a little stressed and needed to cool off. Maybe thinking he sometimes needed it too. "I understand Captain, have a good rest." "Yeah," Harold said, before walking into his quarters, locking his door and going in search of his bed.