"Archangel of Death? That name shouldn't appear here!" Pong-Krell said, feigning nonchalance. "This must be kept highly confidential. Who else knows?"
"For now, only I know, and now you do as well, General," the clone commander replied.
"The name Archangel of Death appearing on Ombara planet is no small matter! Perhaps this battle is not so simple after all. I'll handle this myself. Continue with your duties, and you must not tell anyone those three words, Archangel of Death! Otherwise, you'll be charged with leaking classified information!" Pong-Krell said in a low voice. "Now, immediately have the tower sealed off. No one is allowed near it!"
"Yes!" The clone commander snapped to attention, saluted, and answered firmly.
Pong-Krell waved him away, urging him to leave quickly, then strode toward the control tower.
More than a dozen fully armed Clone Troopers had already gathered around the tower and sealed off the area.
Pong-Krell entered the tower's control center and, sure enough, saw an encrypted transmission flashing on the console. The message itself was encrypted, yet it bore an unencrypted signature—Archangel of Death—as though whoever sent it feared others might miss it.
He opened the transmission. Its contents consisted of only a single short line, and unexpectedly, Pong-Krell read it at once—'I am Archangel of Death'!
Pong-Krell frowned. This was not truly an encrypted transmission at all, but one written in the language of the ancient Sith Empire. Without deliberately using a decoder, merely glancing at it, the Clone Troopers genuinely would not recognize the text.
But as a Jedi Master, he absolutely should have recognized this writing!
In other words, this transmission had been left for the Jedi Knights to see!
Pong-Krell hesitated, then tapped the message again. A burst of static came from the encrypted communications terminal. A few seconds