Echelon

News Hoax from FemBot! Through a regular news station known for it's fair and balanced policy, a simple news reporter starts off his show with a disturbing and very real story. "Good evening and welcome to, 'The Nightly Show'. Tonight we begin with a story on the loss of true media ethics and ideals. Over the past few weeks our investigators have brought up disturbing facts on recent news reports from rival stations. With more on this story, here is Uggloth Borgo..." The screen switched over to a well dressed Mon Calamari holding a datapad in fin, "Thank you. It's no secret that the ethics and values of the Jedi Order has come into question of the past year. While we here don't presume to know what really fuels the Jedi Order in their actions, we have seen a recent decline of the media's own ethics." The shot went to an abandoned warehouse with the remains of filming equipment, "In order to bash the Jedi Order itself, our rival news station, 'Galactic Free Press and News Corp' set up a seemingly realistic stage in their latest report of a Jedi admiting to the 'slaughter' of innocent people. When checking Temple records, no Jedi named Tanimus Sulstrum has ever existed with in the Order. More over, when checking with Corsec police records, they have never investigated the murders of what was claimed, 'several' families of the workers for Nepharius Fontaine. It seems the news station was merely falsely creating these reports." He finished. With the shot now back to the main anchor, "Our investigation has come across yet an other interesting fact when dealing with this news station. Local authorities were able to trace the illegal feed despite being untraceable at the time. They traced it to an abandoned warehouse where they found the remains of an old FemBot and a toy lightsaber. When looking at the networks confusing but traceable fund reports over the last year, you will see the purchase of many similar FemBots, as well as work to alter their apperences. Such alterations took forms in many of the people they have used in their stories. Including:" The first shots came in the forms of Charles and Marie Evans. The second of Officer DeUnger. And finally a picture of Ken Marich himself. "As you can see, the network is using these FemBots as anchors themselves. There will be more on this report tomorrow..."

Random accidents had always been known to occur in the covert world. It was this fact that always made the Directive order pairs when it came to spying. The impact of the first probe was recorded by a second. It was odd to Echelon officals who later reviewed the recording that a rock would by pass the odds of stricking an other small object, especially since the probe was placed several millions of miles away from the path. Either way, the mission continued....

The strike of the "meteorite" on the surface caught the attention of a local Echelon cell. The most obvious reason was due to the fact that the meteorite was much smaller than something capable of naturally surviving in the atmosphere. Under the cover of night, the cell found the impact sight as it still smoked. The advanced sensors of the craft also discoverd a small probe mingling its way around. Entirely forgetting about the rock, the cell stuck a tractor beam on the probe, while an emp shock was sent to it. Losing all power, the probe was sucked it, never to be seen or heard from again....

The unfortunate event involving a nuke. several months ago had drawn attention from the Directive weeks later. This attention was small but powerful. In orbit around the outer ring of the system, a small probe the size of a cd disk looked over the entire system. On record was the constant traffic of relief ships aiding in the planet's reconstruction efforts. On the len today, the local rock shower was being documented, as each rock was tracked from Bothawui's orbit into deep space as extreme speed....

Aboard the newly capture ex-imperial frigate, things began to calm. The goldmine had been looted, information stored. Precious information that had great value to the Directive. Roaming the hallways of the newly captured vessel, a rebel uniform dressed man walked about. His first stop led him to the ship's main database. There he quickly accessed the fresh information collected by Rebel officals hours ago. Second, he went to the brig. Here, the capture members of SEED were being kept, still unconcious from the battle. Among the captured members, the old captain of the vessel slept await his fate. Entering the cell, the man brought out a small rectangular device. The device came to life, sticking itself onto the surface of the captain's forehead. With in a minute, the device collected and stored all the memories kept with in the captain. From there he moved to the equipment lockers. It was here he collected a few sample weapons. Items that had yet to be counted by rebel troops and that were easily erased from the ship's database. All traces of their existance was gone, as was the rebel uniformed dressed man. Life continued to return to normal....

In a white room, a man dressed in a large padded suit stands over a bed. Around him, medical equipment pulses with life as they monitor the man lying before the suited being. The man, lying on the bed, had the mark of suffering covering his face. A quick glance of the nearby screen indicated to the agent, the man suffered from a harsh case of the flu. Knowing the man would survive, the agent moved over the IV pumping a small supply of bacta into the man's blood stream. A second empty tube allowed for the extraction of a small amount of blood. Slowly the red liquid came out, into a secure container. With in moments, the container was safely in the agent's pocket. From there, all the security systems were activated once again, any presence of the agent now gone....

Such a worthless base, yet holding such worthy information. High in orbit around the frozen planet of Hoth, a black unmarked ship slowly floats in nothingness. Despite its simple appearence, there is more to be seen than what was physically present. On the under belly of the ship, a high focused len was built into the hull. From the len, a narrow invisible beam was being sent to the ground underneath. Per mission objectives, what lay beneath was the worthless base. Only beamed for a mere minute, the hacking beam sent back the bits of arrival and departure information the agents aboard the ship required. As quickly as they had appeared, the vessel left for an unknown destination. Before it entered hyperspace, a sub-noise message was sent elsewhere....

With in the once Imperial controlled command compound, a single man stands infront of one of the last remaining computer systems. The display before him illuminates the agent's armor and gun, slung over his shoulder. The agent works skillfully over the system, downloading any information the Directive deemed worthy. Weapon statistics, troop configurations, even down to minor things like arrivals and departures of ships on the base. An hour later, all the information the Directive found and wanted was collected by the agent. Soon, the information was put to use as information trials were soon being followed. Silently, the agent disappeared once again into the shadows....

From the voids of space, the quiet of life is disrupted by the roaring engines of a single ship. Decaying and deformed, the modified ship soars to one of the asteroids and lands. Out of the hold, two mechanical lifeforms spring to life and begin to dig....

NPC Group Name: The Echelon Directive Occupation: Underground Organization Weapons: Standard Side-arms/Rifles Armour: Heavy Armor Age: Various Height: Various Homeworld: All over Species: Various History: The Echelon Directive was formed at the end of the first Omega Division. Since then it has worked behind the scenes under new management to "insure" peace through the galaxy.