Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"Take care, Senator Singh, and thank you for your gift."

"I hope you make good use of it." Senator Singh waved goodbye to GS-8.

Lance and his companions boarded the Marauder and left the remote planet.

The communicator connects, and Ahsoka's holographic projection pops up:

"Lance, how's the mission going?"

"It went very smoothly, and I even received an unexpected surprise."

"What is it?" Omega's figure appeared in the holographic projection.

"It'll be a secret for now." Lance took a bite of his apple. "However, the plan has changed, and we need to go to a place to confirm something first."

"Okay, be careful. Oh, by the way... we also have some good news for you."

Lance was slightly surprised; his luck seemed to be getting better and better lately.

"I recently received a message from Rex, who recommended his former colleague, Captain Hauser, to us. I believe they will be able to join us soon," Echo added.

"That's great news, we're desperately short-staffed."

"Captain Hauser said he had over a hundred men, all clone soldiers who had voluntarily fled the Galactic Empire. Before they arrived, Rex had arranged for a medical team to remove the suppressor chips from them."

With the addition of these highly capable and experienced soldiers, they can do much more.

Lance felt even more confident about the upcoming operation: "Very good, I will get back as soon as possible."

......

A few hours later.

"Sir, this is the coordinate provided by Senator Singh." The hunter reported to Lance from the driver's seat.

"Then let's get out of hyperspace."

The Marauder suddenly appeared in a void devoid of any planets, located in the V-5 square of the galactic standard grid, the edge of the known Milky Way galaxy.

Lance and his companions scanned their surroundings through the cockpit's protective glass.

Soon, a massive ship came into view.

"Sir, it's a Providence-class dreadnought." The hunter's voice rose slightly.

This is the main warship of the Independent Star System Federation. It is 2177 meters long and has a rounded, streamlined hull. It is equipped with a large number of turbo-laser cannons and has a huge internal hangar that can deploy hundreds of robot fighters. It is the Federation's top command flagship.

Grievous's vehicle was a Providence-class dreadnought.

"Activate the beacon Senator Singh gave us. Fly over and take a look, be careful."

Lance's face showed a hint of joy, but he still did not let his guard down.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Singh, but rather that he was acting out of an instinctive caution.

"Understood, sir."

The hunter gripped the joystick, maneuvering the shuttle to slowly approach.

Only when you get close to the hull of the dreadnought can you truly feel its immense size.

The Survivor is a Generous-class attack frigate, over 1,100 meters long, less than half the length of this ship.

"Welcome aboard the Eagle, esteemed master." A mechanical voice suddenly came through the communicator.

"Master?" A hint of doubt flashed in Lance and the others' eyes.

"That's right, I am a tactical robot, model ST-5426, responsible for guarding and maintaining this Providence-class dreadnought. According to my programming, I only obey the beacon in your hands."

Lance's face showed a look of realization.

I never expected Senator Singh to send such a big gift.

I thought this beacon was just providing coordinates, but who would have thought it would be the key to controlling a dreadnought?

At the same time, one has to admire Senator Singh's courage.

"We are now going to enter the ship. Please open the hangar door."

"Understood, Master."

The hangar door opened quickly, revealing a blue electronic barrier on the side of the aircraft's abdomen.

The Marauder slowly passed through the blue barrier.

The hangar was filled with robotic interstellar fighters, and several squadrons of B1B2s patrolled back and forth.

Clearly, this dreadnought is fully equipped and ready for combat at any time.

Lance couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, mixed feelings).

Although Greaves was a great general of the separatist forces and made great achievements, in terms of cunning and experience, he was far inferior to the politicians behind him.

In comparison, Grievous seemed like a greenhorn who only knew how to fight.

The spacecraft came to a stop, and the hatch closed.

Dozens of B1B2 robots received the instruction and stood in two rows to greet their owner.

Lance stood at the entrance, looking down at the neatly arranged welcoming procession, and suddenly felt a sense of dreamlike wonder.

"If things continue like this, won't I become the second robot general?"

He shook his head slightly, dispelling the absurd thought, and walked downstairs.

"Sir, please follow me. The commander is waiting for you on the bridge." A B1 commander with yellow stripes on his body stepped forward and saluted.

"Let's go."

During the war, they also boarded the Providence-class dreadnoughts on several occasions.

Back then, we were on opposing sides, so these robots weren't so polite.

A few minutes later, the group arrived at the bridge.

The sensor door opened, and the tactical robots of the Raptor were already waiting at the door.

"Welcome, Master."

Lance raised his left hand, opening his palm, where the beacon lay quietly. "Does that mean whoever possesses it can command you?"

"Yes, that's how my program is set up."

"Can I make changes?"

The beacon is similar to a military tally, but this tactical robot only recognizes the beacon, not the person.

This approach has its advantages.

But in Lance's view, the downsides outweighed the downsides.

If the beacon is lost, he will lose control of the interstellar vessel.

Even worse, the enemy could steal it and use it against you.

Therefore, in order to prevent this from happening, he had to modify the tactical robot's master recognition program.

"Anytime is fine." The tactical robot seemed to be confirming the program was correct, and after a few seconds of hesitation, it gave a definite answer.

Lance felt relieved upon hearing this.

He turned to look at the technician behind him and nodded slightly.

The technician adjusted his glasses to indicate that he understood.

He stepped forward with the data transmitter and immediately began modifying the tactical robot's program.

A few hours later.

"Sir, the program modification is complete."

"Well done."

With such a computer expert around, Lance felt that many things were much easier.

If he were to come, he would only be able to take out his lightsaber and cut this robot into pieces.

"Master, what are your orders?" Tactical robot ST-5426 looked at Lance.

"Let's leave here first, and you can report back to me with details on the way."

Having successfully received the gift, Lance was eager to return home.

The technician inputs the coordinates into the system.

The Raptor turned around, its hyperspace engine humming loudly, and vanished from its spot in the blink of an eye.

On the bridge.

Lance dialed the Survivor's communication channel.

A moment later, the communication was established.

"Asoka, guess what we got?"

"Where did they get this Trade Federation starship from this time? It looks so familiar..."