Wilhuff Monn, the werewolf Jedi Master, stepped out of the shadows. His gaze was icy as he looked at General Alfonso and said briefly, "He'll use communications."
Alfonso stroked his chin and nodded. "That's right. If he only just learned that Plan I was a surprise attack on Semirres Planet, his first reaction would definitely be to get the message out as quickly as possible. If we know that, then we can..."
"I'll go," Monn said flatly.
"Do you need me to send someone to assist you?" Alfonso turned around, only to find that the spot where Monn had just stood was already empty.
Alfonso could not help but furrow his brow. This Jedi Master, recommended by Master Radul only after Plan I had been submitted to and approved by the Supreme Strategic Command, carried an aura that inspired fear.
Alfonso was Force-sensitive, but the Chlamydiae density in his body was too low for him to join the Jedi Order, which was why he had enlisted in the military. Even so, he could still roughly distinguish between the Light Side Force and the Dark Side Force.
He was certain that Monn wielded the Light Side Force, but... the impression he gave was vastly different from that of traditional Jedi Knights, who made people feel as though bathed in a spring breeze.
Alfonso shook his head. That was not the most urgent issue. Wilhuff Monn appeared extremely dependable and powerful now, and that was enough. He rose to his feet, pressed a button, and spoke into the communicator. "Pass the order. Activate wide-area jamming immediately! The entire Third Sub-fleet base is to enter communications silence at once! Seal off all communications facilities!"
"Yes!" came the firm reply from the other end.
"Ah, communications equipment. Heh heh." Beside a signal generator