Orson Krennic's face went pale. He sprang to his feet, lunged at the console, and roared into the microphone, "What happened?! Report immediately!!!"
The controller turned around, his face full of disbelief. "It's DS-1. The space station has come under attack from within!"
"Impossible! How could the space station be attacked from within?! All of us are watching it!" Orson Krennic shouted.
The DS-1 Battle Station project was the Galactic Empire's highest-level secret. Although Palpatine had now revealed the existence of the project to the public as a deterrent, the Death Star's construction status remained top secret. It was impossible for anyone to know this location.
Under such circumstances, the possibility of an external invasion was practically zero.
"Sir, we've identified the culprits. It's the Geonosians." An officer at the side approached after completing his intelligence gathering. "They've occupied several areas of the Death Star's residential sector and are causing trouble."
Orson Krennic rubbed his temples. "What are those bugs doing again? Were the maggots we fed them for breakfast not fat enough?"
His irritation mounted, and his voice steadily grew louder. "I feed them and house them every day! I tolerate those filthy, stinking bugs living within our great Empire! I give them work and shelter! Yet all they do is talk to me about heritage and honor!!! Cut the air density in those residential sectors by half! I'll show those bugs what it really means to be choked by the neck!!"
"Yes, sir!" The officer immediately stood at attention, saluted, and turned to leave.
"Have Poggle the Lesser come see me." Orson Krennic waved a hand.
However, even after a long while, there was still no response from the Communications Department. He asked impatiently, "Didn't you hear what I said? Get Poggle the Lesser here!!"
"Sir, we can't