Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

Chapter 642: False Information

Chapter 642: False Information

"Passel Argente finally surrendered? Very good... tsk tsk tsk..." Admiral Trench stroked the corner of his mouth and said, "Well, if this is the case, I will also be ready ... tsk tsk tsk..."

The figure of Sev'rance Tann was projected in the Holographic Projection in front of him, "My Fleet is already lurking near Tatooine, only 5 Jumps away from Christophsis, and I can launch a surprise attack on the Republic's Fleet at any time. Your best don't disappoint me, Spider."

"I don't know what a Spider is... tsk tsk tsk, but you should respect me, tsk tsk tsk... After all, we are on the same level, tsk tsk tsk..." Admiral Trench didn't get angry, but there was already some dissatisfaction between his words.

"Respect? Let's talk about it after you show your worth." Sev'rance Tann said coldly, "According to the plan, carry out Intelligence Deception work, and don't create trouble for me."

Admiral Trench turned off the Holographic Projection directly, not wanting to bother with her, nor did he want to pay attention to her.

But the Battle Plan still needed to be carried out, and he switched to the Transceiver of the Army Commander-in-Chief Whorm Loathsom.

The Kerkoiden General complained as soon as he got through the communication, "General Trench, you better have a better way! Because following your advice, my Army has suffered heavy losses and it is completely impossible to capture Christophsis! After returning to the headquarters, I will definitely report the truth! This is a failure caused by your malfeasance! I will not help you take responsibility!"

Admiral Trench said coldly: "Tsk tsk tsk... It seems that the series of victories at the beginning of the war made you go to your head, General Whorm. Take a good look back, with your professional knowledge, are your failures really just because I gave you advice to preserve your strength? Tsk tsk tsk... and that traitor, you have to understand that he is just a Sergeant, how much can he help you turn the tide of the battle?"

Whorm Loathsom waved his fist fiercely, "In short, when the time comes to bear the responsibility for the defeat, don't look for me!"

"You need to calm down, General Whorm, tsk tsk tsk..." Admiral Trench said unhurriedly: "Even if everything goes as you think, you still have no ability to capture Christophsis, tsk tsk tsk... ...It's just that I have a way to turn a defeat into a victory... tsk tsk tsk..."

"What else can you do?" Whorm asked.

"Fleet...of course there is, tsk tsk tsk...Tang Xiao, Commander-in-Chief of the Western Theater Command, still has a Fleet." Admiral Trench said.

"It's impossible! Tang Xiao doesn't have any Authority to cross several War Zones running all the way from his Dawn to Christophsis! This would be a very serious transgression! Besides, he wouldn't think that the 19th Army of the Republic Is he a vegetarian?" Although Whorm Loathsom has suffered a series of failures, he is indeed not mediocre, and he knows all kinds of information by heart.

"It's impossible for his Fleet to come... tsk tsk tsk, but we need to make those people in the Republic... think he will come, tsk tsk tsk." Admiral Trench said.

"This is impossible! Even if we send false information, the Commander of the Republic Fleet will review the information and directly identify it!"

"They'll be running out of review soon...Tutttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttkttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttktttktttkttttktttttttkttttttttkttttttkttttttttttttttc... Let our lovable traitor, CI-3331, Sergeant 'Slick', get into action," Admiral Trench said.

(Author, did Admiral Trench just have a stroke?)

"But how does this help the situation?" Whorm asked with a sullen face.

"This is just... a part of a series of plans, tsk tsk tsk..." Admiral Trench stroked the corner of his mouth and said lightly.

...

22BBY, August 5th, the Asteroid Belt near the Cal System, the Outpost of the Galactic Republic.

In this Outpost built on a Large Asteroid, the Garrison is working intensely.

"Captain, we have intercepted another Hyperspace Transmission!" The Soldier sitting in front of the detection instrument turned around and said, "It was sent from the direction of Bespin again, and the destination is unknown."

"Here again?" A Captain of the Republic came over, picked up the earphones and listened carefully for a while, then quickly wrote down a few characters on the paper with a pencil, and then drew a heavy circle on some of the characters, Picking up the note and looking at it, "The last Hyperspace Transmission has a lot of related words, immediately send it to the rear Intelligence Department for decryption!"

"Yes!"

The Headquarters of the 19th Army of the Galactic Republic, Haven, and the General Intelligence Agency of the Legion.

"Sir, the forward Outpost intercepted a Hyperspace Transmission from Bespin again!" An intelligence Agent quickly entered a line of instructions on the Computer, then copied the Information Content into the Memory Bank, stood up, and put the Memory Bank into the side In the socket of a Droid.

The Droid immediately began to compare the information, a large number of numbers and words scrolled on the screen in front of it, and it was quickly compiled through different Decoding Methods.

After a while, a line of parsing failure prompts appeared on the screen.

"The analysis still failed..." The Intelligence Agent sighed, pulled out the Memory Bank, and handed it to the Intelligence Officer standing behind him, "Colonel Lott, this is the content of this Transmission."

Colonel Lott, the Minister of Intelligence took over the Memory Bank, and with a swipe of his finger, he projected the content on the Huge Holographic Projection in the middle of the Intelligence Department, where countless numbers, symbols and words were already densely covered like stars.

"It must be analyzed. In the recent period, the external communication of Bespin has increased by more than 10 times than usual. The Separatists stationed there must have new trends!" Colonel Lott said with a frown.

"But although the password used by the other party has a certain repetition rate, we still lack enough information to compare the specific meaning. For example, look at this..." The Intelligence Officer pointed to a set of deciphered Chinese Characters and said: "This is the text deciphered from a code that has appeared relatively frequently in recent days. Although it has been deciphered, we still cannot understand the meaning of these three words."

Colonel Lott looked at the three words '' on the screen, fell into deep thought, and murmured: "Since they appear repeatedly, these words must have a very important meaning, maybe it is some kind of Secret Weapon, or the Code Name of a Fleet, and even the Target Location of their next operation..."

"According to our deciphering, the meaning of the first word is still unknown, the second word means home, and the third symbol means a kind of Engineering Tool. But when combined..." the intelligence officer was very puzzled Said, "We also use the pronunciation to distinguish, but the pronunciation of these words cannot correspond to the text, which is different from the standard pronunciation..."

"We need an opportunity, a key. If we can't figure out the next move of Dawn, we will face a great crisis." Colonel Lott said.

"Colonel! I just received information that the Separatist Fleet on Bespin is beginning to assemble! There are a large number of Transport Ships going back and forth between Bespin and Dawn!" Another Intelligence Agent hurried over.

Colonel Lott's face sank, and he immediately connected the 19th Army Governor Sulamar's Subspace Transceiver, "Mr. Governor, we have just received information that the Separatist Fleet on Bespin is gathering, and I think they should leave soon. ."

"Do you know their target?" Sulamar asked eagerly.

"I don't think so. Although we have intercepted a large number of Hyperspace Transmissions from Bespin, we still cannot crack these codes." Colonel Lott sighed.

"The Separatist Fleet is about to set off, but our eyes are still dark! What if the two Fleets of Dawn are going to join forces to attack Karl? Or what if they want to go to other places? If we wait until they launch the attack, when will deal with it later, it will be too late!" Sulamar lost his usual composure and roared loudly.

"Yes, we will definitely figure it out as soon as possible." Colonel Lott said, "At present, we have captured a code that appears very frequently, and we have deciphered it to be the mysterious phrase '', as long as we can figure it out If it is meaningful, then our Intelligence should have a major breakthrough!"

"Then do it!" Sulamar finished loudly and cut off the Subspace Transceiver.

...

At the same time, the capital of the Galactic Republic, Coruscant, is on the 1134th floor underground.

A Mysterious Man in a Black Suit quietly entered a chaotic bar, ordered a glass of wine, sat in a corner, and then placed a Credit Ingot equivalent to a coin under the glass.

After a while, a middle-aged man who was sweating profusely and with a terrified expression on his face came over, looked at the Credit Ingot under the wine glass, thought for a while, finally plucked up the courage to sit down, and whispered: "Excuse me... ...you are Mr. 007?"

The Man in a Black Suit picked up a cigarette, took a puff, and said lightly: "Mr. Quintero, gambling is not a good habit, and it is not a safe thing to embezzle public funds to make up for the shortfall after owed usury. Especially when you are involved with this amount of money, it would be even worse to have something to do with the gangsters on Corellia..."

The man named Quintero hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Please don't say anything...I will agree to whatever you want..."

The Man in the Black Suit added, "You should know that Mrs. Vixi is looking for you from White Worms on Corellia, right?"

Quintero's back was drenched in cold sweat. He trembled all over and kept saying, "Please, please..."

"We can indeed help you do a good job with Mrs. Bixi, so that her killers can't come to you. It's just..."

"I understand, I understand, how much do you want? I'll give it all, I'll give it all!"

The Man in the Black Suit raised his head. Under the big-brimmed hat was the face of a mature Human man. His lake-blue eyes had a unique charm. He said with a cold smile, "Do you still have the money?"

"I..."

The Man in the Black Suit said: "Actually, if you can do me a small favor, then I will naturally help you too."

"You say, you say..."

"I heard that you and the wife of the Deputy Minister of Intelligence of the Republic...hehehehe."

The middle-aged official suddenly turned pale, "You... how do you know?"

"You just need..." the Man in Black Suit leaned over and whispered in Quintero's ear for a while.

Quintero's face suddenly turned from white to blue and then turned red. It took a while to recover, "You...Mr. 007, you are the master of separation..."

But 007 raised his index finger and shook it, "Oh no, I don't have such a clear mark. Besides, it's not good for you to know too much. Look... it's just a deviant Outer Rim Planet. , how much does it have to do with you? Your whole family has nothing to do with the slaves in the Outer Rim. Your Homeworld is Telti in the Inner Rim. Your wife is from Belsavis, and she is now on Alderaan. You brought your 4-year-old daughter with you to your manor and also, your Mother recently traveled to Cham..."

"Stop it! I'll do it! I'm willing!" Quintero quickly interrupted 007 and said in horror, "Just please don't do anything to my family..."

007 showed a charming smile, "Then, you'd better pray that I can come back alive."

...

The next day, at the gate of the Intelligence Department building of the Galactic Republic, people came and went in an endless stream.

007 helped himself in his straight Military Uniform of the Intelligence Department and walked in directly through the gate. When he walked through the gate, the Scanner swept up and down his body, and then the green light turned on, and a soft electronic voice said: "Welcome, Chief Intelligence Officer, Major James Bond."

He blasted an awesome radio wave at the girl at the front desk, then walked in with his briefcase.

Then, he came to the door of the Data Terminal Room, took out an Electronic Authorization and handed it to the Manager at the door, "I need to read a piece of information, this is my Authorization."

The Manager was a tall Bothan man. He looked at the Authorization and then at 007, a little puzzled, "Major...James Bond? I don't seem to have seen you before?"

"Oh, I've seen you several times, Mr. Michael, you and your second wife are getting along well, right? I heard you say she was pregnant before." 007 smiled.

"Ah? Oh, it's not bad, thank you for your concern." The Administrator let go of his doubts, inserted the Authorization into the Security Computer, and saw that there was no problem, so he let it go.

007 went directly to the Data Terminal, then took out a Small Memory Bank and inserted it into the Data Terminal, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

...

At the same time, in the Intelligence Department of the 19th Army on Planet Haven.

The eyes of the Droid that was constantly compiling the code suddenly lit up with a green light. The Intelligence Agent on the side quickly took the Memory Bank and looked at the content. His expression changed drastically, and he hurried to hand it to Colonel Lott, "Colonel! The Information has been deciphered!"

Colonel Lott's face changed drastically, "What did you say? Deciphered?!"

He snatched the Memory Bank and pressed the button to browse the contents, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, "No... this is too scary! The Equipment Tool...'The shovel'... meant Christophsis!!"