On the planet Kona, the piercing alarm sounded in the command center of the Fourth Army of the Republic and the Third Squadron.
The red warning light lit up in the command center, and all personnel began to evacuate according to the provisions of the combat manual. But even though they had practiced it many times, they were still terrified at this time.
You must know that this is the command center, the heart of their entire Third Squadron! If an alarm is issued here, does it mean that the heart has been attacked? For a fleet, this can mean catastrophe!
The heavily armed clone troopers immediately entered the command center, and while they asked the civilian personnel to move away as quickly as possible, they rushed towards the place where the alarm first appeared.
The database center was surrounded, all exits were blocked, hundreds of blaster rifles were pointed at the door, and there were even two clone soldiers with rocket launchers!
Several clone soldiers at the door confirmed the tactics with hand gestures, then hid behind the wall and pressed the door button with their backhand.
As soon as the door opened a gap, the clone soldiers on the left and right threw out several shock bombs. They had confirmed the situation inside the database center, and the angle and rebound of the shock bombs were accurately calculated to ensure that every
Every corner will be covered by the shock bomb effect.
Bang bang bang! Several muffled sounds, the shock bomb exploded instantly, and the strong light, ultrasonic waves and tear gas produced can cause damage to people from every sense.
At the same time, the clone soldiers were divided into three teams, with five people in each team lined up. The soldiers in front and behind were in close formation. The weapons in their hands were pointed in different directions, left, center, and right. They entered the database center from three directions: left, center, and right. This was a textbook CQB tactic.
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"One team safe."
"Team Three is safe."
"Team 2 is safe. We found a body." A report soon came through the communication.
After the intelligence department personnel determined that it was safe, they entered the scene. Some people went to check the database host, others checked the surveillance, and some came to check the body.
Chief of Staff Lieutenant Colonel Guarin came to the scene together with the Minister of Intelligence.
"The deceased's name is Sejas, a second-level tactical analyst of the General Staff. The cause of death was that his right eye was pierced by a sharp weapon, which went straight to the brain." The intelligence officer took out the terminal and called up all the information about Sejas. "His last action was
Report to Chief of Staff Lieutenant Colonel Guarin."
"Immediately search for his movements in the past month!" the intelligence minister glanced at Guarin and said.
"yes!"
"There's something going on here!" The person checking the computer came over to report, "The last record Sejas accessed was our combat plan! He was checking the combat content of 'Plan I'!"
"Sejas does not have the authority to view the contents of Plan I!" Guarin's face was not very good. After all, the matter happened under his hands. "I need to know who gave him this authorization!"
"Uh...it's you, Lieutenant Colonel Guarin. The computer data shows that you gave him the authorization...three days ago?" The computer engineer was a little confused, "But our I plan was not archived three days ago.
ah?"
The head of the Intelligence Department turned to Lieutenant Colonel Guarin and said: "No matter what, you are now on the suspect list. Please leave and go back to the office and do not go out. Our people will come to find you alone, Lieutenant Colonel Guarin."
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Guarin nodded with an extremely ugly expression.
At the same time, on the other side of the command center, inside the office of the Commander of the Third Squadron.
Commander Alfonso of the Third Squadron sat in his seat with a solemn expression, but unlike other civilian officials, he had no intention of leaving at all, and there was a blaster pistol on the table in front of him.
He is a human being in his 30s, with some light stubble on his chin and several ugly scars on his face, making him look extremely fierce.
Alfonso was originally the commander of the local defense fleet of a planet in the Central Star Region. Since the outbreak of the war, he participated in several battles. He was brave and fearless. He defeated the separatist robot fleet many times and made military exploits.
So after receiving the recommendation, the Republic's military arranged for him to serve as commander of the Third Squadron of the Fourth Army's main fleet.
He looked at the file transmitted from the personal terminal and said coldly: "Haha, separatism? It seems that they are also aware of Project I, and still find ways to sneak in. I think I should also give them a compliment.
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"They're late." A voice came from the shadows, very brief, as if he didn't want to say a word more.
Alfonso sneered, "That's right! They are late! Your master, Master Paul Voinche Ladour, has verified the secret seasonal hyperspace channel, and the main force of the Fourth Army has already set off. The separatist faction
If we didn’t choose a place and chose our Third Squadron, which serves as the strategic reserve, to look for information, then they deserve to be a step late.”
"There are no coincidences in the Force." said the voice in the shadows.
"What do you want to say? Is this all arranged?" Alfonso frowned.
"At that moment, I felt the dark side."
"Are you saying that there is a force from the dark side controlling it? Could it be that the separatists' choice of Cejas and our third squadron being used as a reserve were all pre-arranged?" Alfonso was a little unhappy.
"Intuition." The man in the shadow said one word.
"Hmph, you Jedi Knights are never willing to speak clearly. When I was fighting on the planet Mingban last year, it was your vague information that caused my battleship to be shot down. Do you know? The distance between that piece of shrapnel
My eyes are only 0.7 centimeters!" Alfonso said, pointing to a scar on his face.
He waved his hand again and said, "Forget it, I just said it casually. However, I didn't expect that the person who betrayed was actually Sejas. You know he is a very honest guy, and he has a wife and children at home. It should be
You should be full of hope for life. Didn’t he think about his family when he sold the information?”
Suddenly he remembered something and his expression changed, "Wait a minute! The tactical analysis team that Sejas is in probably doesn't know about Plan I!! No! Who told him?"
"This is your problem." The man from the shadows came out.
He is tall and covered with hair like steel needles. His fangs are exposed from his mouth, and his claws are extremely sharp. If you blink, you will see that he is a werewolf!
But he was wearing a Jedi uniform, with a metal sword hilt hanging from his waist, and he looked majestic.
This is a very rare and very closed race in the galaxy, the Shistavanen. This race has very excellent physical conditions. They have dark vision, keen sense of smell and hearing, super speed and explosive power.
Even without weapons, his claws can still cause fatal damage.
To put it bluntly, he is a wise werewolf.
Compared with similar Bothans, they are more lethal and larger, with an average height of 1.8 to 1.9 meters (the difference between dogs and werewolves...there is nothing wrong with it).
Galactic Republic ethnologists have conducted research and found traces of human modification in the genes of the Kista Valens, but it is impossible to verify which ancient race modified their genes.
Nowadays, the Kistavalens live a very closed life. They generally do not have contact with the outside world, and only a few people come out.
And this Jedi Knight is one of them - Jedi Master, Voolvif Monn!
