Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

Lance donned his modified full-body armor and boarded the Havoc Raider with the hunters and others.

Hunters and technicians piloted the shuttle, which slowly flew away from the frigate after a low hum of the anti-gravity engine.

The technician set the coordinates for Laxus and started the hyperspace engine.

three.

two.

One.

The countdown ended, and the hunter pushed the lever all the way down.

The points of light stretched into lines, rotating and converging to form a secluded orchid-scented passage.

Ahsoka and the others stood on the bridge of the Survivor, watching the Marauder disappear from sight.

"The teacher and the hunter will be alright." Omega reached out and took Asoka's hand, looking up and softly comforting him.

Ahsoka squeezed her small hand tighter and smiled. "I believe in them. Now that they're on a mission, we can't just sit around doing nothing. Omega, come with me to the training room."

"Yes, madam."

Ahsoka blushed slightly but did not refute. She continued, "We have always known about your efforts. Before Lance left, he specifically instructed that you were ready to study the Force and Force skills more deeply."

"Really?!" Omega's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Don't get too excited yet; they're not that easy to control."

Ahsoka cautioned, "A qualified apprentice must master several basic Force skills, including Force push and pull, Force shield, Force velocity, Force reflection, and the basic lightsaber technique, Shi-Jo. These basic skills are all derived from Force control. We wanted you to build a solid foundation, so we haven't taught you more advanced Force knowledge. Once you've learned these skills and completed the apprenticeship trials to forge your own lightsaber, you'll become a qualified apprentice."

"What is the apprenticeship trial?"

Ahsoka couldn't help but recall his apprenticeship trials, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

She and a dozen companions encountered a Force illusion while searching for the Kyber Crystal inside the ice caves of the Jedi Temple on Erebor.

"I can't reveal the specifics. I can only tell you that this is a test of the Force, wisdom, and will."

Ahsoka ruffled her hair. "Alright, don't overthink it. Your teacher has his own plans. Just focus on the present and master what I'm about to teach."

"I will try my best, Master's wife." Omega said with a serious expression.

"Let's begin now."

Ahsoka nodded in satisfaction.

This little girl is much more sensible than most of the apprentices in the Jedi Order; she's really easy to take care of.

She looked at Echo: "You're on the bridge overseeing things. Notify me immediately if there's any emergency."

"Roger that, sir." A salute followed.

......

Several hours later.

The Marauder jumped out of hyperspace, and a blue planet came into view.

As the shuttle entered the atmosphere, two patrol aircraft quickly surrounded them from behind, sandwiching them between them.

The communicator crackled with an order: "Unidentified ships, this is controlled airspace. Please transmit your clearance codes."

The people inside the spaceship made eye contact, and the technician entered the permission code transmitted by Rex.

After a while.

The communicator beeped again: "Verification passed. You may proceed normally."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two fighter jets left.

"The voice in the communication just now seemed somewhat familiar." The hunter's expression turned serious.

"If I heard correctly, the person on the other end should be a clone." The technician adjusted his glasses.

"So the Empire has already taken control of this planet?"

King Qingzhang appeared slightly surprised.

"Nominally, we haven't completely taken control yet, but given air superiority and the arrest of the highest councilor, the Empire has effectively gained control."

The technician's voice remained calm as he analyzed the situation with composure, showing no fear of trespassing into the Empire's controlled territory.

"Then we need to be even more careful in our next move and try to finish this as quickly as possible."

Strategically, one can despise the enemy, but tactically, one must take the enemy seriously.

Lance didn't want any uncontrollable accidents to happen; the mission had to be completed before Imperial reinforcements arrived, and they had to evacuate safely.

Quietly search for the target's exact location, rescue the hostages, and quickly and safely evacuate.

This is the mission policy.

"Understood," the three replied in unison.

The Marauder flew toward the coordinates and landed in a dense forest a dozen kilometers from the capital, Laxalon.

The hatch opened.

The hunter, gripping his blaster in both hands, was the first to step off the spaceship, followed closely by the others.

"The contact is right here, why hasn't he shown up?"

They placed their hands on their waists, cautiously observing their surroundings.

Lance activated his Force perception.

After confirming that there were no ambushes around, they sensed a robot behind a large tree.

"Come out."

The group immediately drew their blaster guns and pointed them at the large tree in front of them.

"Don't shoot, I'm your employer."

"A courtesy robot? That's the task you assigned?"

"That's right, my master is Senator Singh, who was illegally arrested for refusing to cooperate with the Empire..."

"To make a long story short, where is the senator being held?"

Lance had to interrupt the etiquette robot, otherwise it would have given a detailed account of the whole story, citing numerous sources.

Their time is precious; every second they stay increases the risk of exposure.

"Alright, please follow me."

A few hours later.

The group arrived near an administrative building through a secret passage: "My master, Senator Singh, is being held captive inside."

The technician scanned the building using thermal imaging: "There are six security guards on the perimeter, multiple thermal signatures inside the building, and four more underground."

"There are also several patrol teams on the streets, as well as four AT-TE walking machines," the hunter added.

After a moment's analysis, Lance quickly devised a plan: "First, shut down the building's surveillance system, then infiltrate the building and rescue the target."

Everyone immediately began to act.

He crept along the corner of the wall to the blind spot of the surveillance camera and easily took out several guards along the way.

......

In the dimly lit wine cellar of the building's basement.

Avi Singh sat in a chair, facing an Imperial female officer, two clone soldiers in white armor, and a black spherical hovering robot.

This is IT-O, a specialized interrogation robot developed by the Galactic Empire Security Bureau (ISB).

The device is equipped with a red bio-scanning main optical eye, a yellow auxiliary sensor light at the bottom, and a sensor antenna at the top.

It contains a large number of torture devices, including hallucinogenic truth serum injectors, electric shock devices, acid spray nozzles, and neurosonic torture devices, specifically designed to extract information through both physical and mental torture.

At this moment, an injection robotic arm extended from its side, and combined with the dim atmosphere of the interrogation room, even Singh, who had a strong mental fortitude, couldn't help but feel a chill.

Singh forced himself to remain calm, knowing he couldn't show any fear.

"Disregarding imperial law and openly inciting public opposition—I thought we had reached a consensus, Senator." Colonel Prague, the female officer, poured herself a glass of wine with a contented air.

"I refuse to be your puppet. I am loyal only to my people, not to the empire." Singh's voice was low but exceptionally firm.

"That was a very unwise choice." The female officer walked up to him. "No matter how much you resist, we will eventually get what we want."

"Torture won't work on me, Colonel Prague."

Prague gently swirled his wine glass: "Then let me show you the ways of the Empire. I hope you'll still be so stubborn later."

After saying that, she took a step back, making room for the IT-O interrogation robot.

IT-O slowly stepped forward.

The scarlet electronic eye stared intently at Singh, emitting a low, piercing buzz, and the needle tip reflected a cold light under the lamp.

Singh's heart tightened:

"GS-8, when will your requested assistance arrive?"