Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

The automatic door suddenly opened, and a smoke grenade was thrown in.

Before the people inside could react, several strong blue electron beams struck two clone soldiers.

The female officer, Prague, hurriedly pulled out her communicator, but before she could press the communication button, she was also struck by a powerful electron and collapsed unconscious on the spot.

The interrogation robot IT-O was not so lucky; it was hit in the energy core by a single energy beam.

Sparks flew from the fuselage, the anti-gravity engine failed, and the aircraft crashed to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, before the choking smoke had even completely filled the room, all the enemies inside had been eliminated.

"It must be the GS-8 that called for help!"

Singh was excited, but also deeply shocked.

"Where did GS-8 get its rescue? How come it's so powerful?"

Lance's figure slowly emerged from the smoke, followed closely by the Hunter, the Technician, the Obstacle Clearer, and the robot GS-8.

Singh looked at the approaching hunters and asked, "Are you here to rescue me?"

"Yes, Senator. I followed your orders strictly and issued a bounty after your arrest. These are the men who received the bounty."

With his hands and feet untied, Singh stood up and flexed his wrists: "Well done. Thank goodness you arrived in time, otherwise I might have suffered some torture."

"No need to be so polite, let's leave here immediately," Lance interrupted his pleasantries.

Based on his knowledge of the clone soldiers, the Empire estimated that they would soon discover traces of their invasion.

The technician's data device screen lit up red: "The alarm has been triggered. Imperial soldiers will find us soon."

"Hurry up and go."

Given the urgency of the situation, Lance immediately led a few people away from the wine cellar.

They encountered several waves of clone soldiers along the way, but were quickly stunned.

Firstly, although the hunters and their companions were at odds with the ordinary clone soldiers, they still deeply identified with their comrades.

Secondly, they know that these former brothers are only controlled by the suppressor chip, and if the chip can be removed in the future, they can become brothers again.

Therefore, unless it is an emergency, they usually adjust their blaster to stun mode.

"Senator, do you know any shortcuts to escape?"

Lance fired a barrage of shots, easily stunning several newly appeared clone soldiers.

Singh stared in shock at the man in the strange armor before him, and quickly replied, "I know a sewer leading out of the city. Just leave this building, turn left, and the entrance is in a dead end."

"It doesn't sound difficult."

The group rushed out of the building.

At this moment, everyone's whereabouts were exposed, and the piercing sound of police sirens rang out in the streets.

Things are developing too fast; the only option now is to break out of the encirclement as quickly as possible.

Lance took the lead, holding a blaster pistol in each hand, and streams of powerful electrons burst from the muzzles like raindrops.

No matter which direction the clone soldiers appear from, they are gone in an instant, without even a chance to retaliate.

Even if a few sparse bursts of energy were shot at him, he could easily dodge them.

At this moment, he transformed into the king of the battlefield, dominating the entire arena single-handedly.

However, to avoid injuring the senator, they hijacked an AT-TE walker and quickly headed towards the dead end that Singh had described.

Suddenly, Lance sensed a shell flying towards them, about to hit their walking machine.

"Move to the right."

The technician didn't think much of it and instinctively followed the instructions.

Boom!

A shell landed nearby, less than half a meter away.

If it hadn't been moved just now, it would have definitely hit the fuselage.

Although the AT-TE walking machine was sturdy and durable, its weakness lay in its four legs; once hit by a shell, it would be paralyzed.

Singh, a seasoned politician who had dealt with the Jedi before, looked at Lance with suspicion, muttering to himself, "That was definitely a prediction. How did he do that? Could it be...?"

He immediately had a guess in his mind, but knowing that now was not the time to ask, he suppressed his doubts.

Lance was unaware of his abnormality, focusing all his attention on sensing the next shell's impact point.

"To the left."

Another loud bang rang out next to the walker. The machine's outer casing was covered in scratches, but it still did not affect its normal operation.

The AT-TE walker is really durable.

Lance couldn't help but sigh.

After dodging several more shells, they successfully turned into a dead end.

"Please stop the walker against the wall, then blow the wall up. This sewer leads directly out of the city."

"Demolitions, that's my specialty."

The Clearance King excitedly stuck a grenade to the wall.

Close the hatch.

boom.

With a muffled thud, the walker shook violently.

When the hatch reopened, a hole had been blown in the wall.

Lance led the way by jumping into the small waterway, followed closely by the others.

"Clearance King, plant a few bombs at the entrance of the cave and blow up the passage."

"Understood, sir."

"Is this...?"

Singh wanted to stop him, but when he thought of the man's incredible bravery, he gave up the idea.

"This is a last resort; we have no other choice but to use this method to buy time."

"Understood." Singh nodded.

The group ran quickly through the passageway when a loud crash came from behind them.

The next moment, a wave of heat swept in, stirring up clouds of dust.

......

"Aim, fire."

An imperial officer issued an order.

The clone soldier inside the AT-TE walking machine quickly adjusted the angle of the cannon, aimed at the stationary walking machine in the alley, and pressed the fire button without hesitation.

A shell flew out and hit the belly of the walking machine precisely.

Flames shot into the sky, revealing a large hole.

Several clone soldiers, armed with blaster rifles, cautiously approached.

The suppression chip could suppress their fear, but their hearts still couldn't help but tremble.

They had never seen such amazing marksmanship.

If the other side hadn't shown mercy, countless brothers would have died.

When they climbed to the entrance of the tunnel, they found the walker empty.

A soldier pressed the communicator on his helmet: "Sir, no enemy sighted. They should have escaped into the sewers."

"Immediately lead men into the passage to pursue the enemy." The cold command from the Imperial officer came through the communicator.

"Sir, they've destroyed the passage."

"Investigate immediately where this sewer leads," the Imperial officer said, his voice tinged with resentment.

......

Inside the passageway.

Lance and his group dared not stop.

They knew the Empire would soon be able to find their destination.

After running for a few minutes, the elderly Singh stopped, clutching his chest and panting heavily.

"Senator, what's wrong?" GS-8 asked with concern, supporting its owner's arm.

"No...it's nothing, it's just...I'm old, I can't run anymore."

Singh leaned against the wall, his face flushed and covered in sweat.

"We can't stop." Lance looked at his condition; if he continued running, something bad would probably happen. "Clearing King, you carry him."

"...Okay." Singh knew this wasn't the time to be sentimental.

After running for nearly an hour, the group finally left the sewers and arrived in the forest outside the city.

They would occasionally hide under large trees to avoid Imperial reconnaissance planes flying overhead.

After proceeding cautiously, we finally boarded the Marauder.

Singh looked back at the distant city of Laaksaron, his eyes filled with reluctance.

"Senator, only by leaving here temporarily and preserving your life can you save the people here in the future," GS-8 advised from the side.

You have a point.

The hatch closed.

The thrusters emitted several powerful plumes of flame, rapidly increasing altitude and safely leaving Laxus.

Inside the hyperspace portal, Lance removed his helmet: "Senator Singh, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"You are... a Jedi?!"

Singh stared intently at him, his voice a mixture of surprise and nonchalance.

"That's right."

"I never imagined... that one day I would be saved by a Jedi."

"Is it strange? Actually, we don't have any deep-seated hatred for each other. On the contrary, we were all deceived by Palpatine. He deliberately provoked a war between the Galactic Republic and you in order to control the galaxy, and countless lives were lost as a result."

Singh lowered his head, looking dejected. "You're right. We've all paid a heavy price for our stupidity."

His expression hardened: "Jedi, what are you planning to do next?"

"You should have already seen the true face of the Empire, don't you think?" Lance asked rhetorically.

The air fell silent instantly.

Singh is struggling internally.

After a long while.

He finally made up his mind and looked up at Lance: "I understand. To express my gratitude, I want to give you a gift. A coordinate; you should find what you need there."