[@The Canadian]

Zedd sighed, he turned to face Tibbs.

[color=f7941d]"An ambush? We've scanned the surface three times, if there was anything remotely peculiar about this place, we would have known about it. I expect you to be less ignorant next time, or it may cost you your helmet. You are dismissed... And while your out there, tell the others we're leaving and to get everything finalized."[/color]

As Tibbs walked away, even though no one could see it, Zeddd scowled. [i]What a waste of my time! It's like there asking me to make that pike of helmets bigger![/i] Zedd paced around his tent once more, before sitting down. The day had already been rough, and for Zedd it would only get rougher. Time was dwindling down, and only three quarters of his troopers were ready. The other quarter, either still getting ready... Or dead.

Zedd was so blindsided by his need for power, that he didn't consider the possibility of an ambush. Or the possibility that something could go wrong. He planned it so that everything would work out for him, and him only. The First Order was nothing to him but a stepping stool to get to power, though, it was a stepping stool that treated him well, and did he think, that if it fell, he would fall too? No. He thought about power, and greatness, and fame, and getting this information was crucial to all of those. He couldn't fail, not again.