Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"You'll find out soon enough, we're heading back."

"Okay, that way we won't have to worry about insufficient space on the starship."

"This ship has enough space to accommodate over a thousand people. It seems we'll have to ask Rex for more personnel."

"I think he would be happy to help."

Asoka paused for a moment, then continued, "By the way, Omega has made rapid progress recently. She is now learning lightsaber techniques. Once she can master Hijo, we can arrange for her apprentices to undergo trials and create their own lightsabers."

"Oh! That's great news. She's always been a diligent and good student. Once we're done with this busy period, we should go find Master Yoda and Master Obi-Wan, and arrange the Omega Trials as well. And my master, I haven't heard from him in so long, it's quite worrying."

Lance nodded with satisfaction, very pleased with Omega's growth rate.

If the Jedi Order were to follow normal training, the apprenticeship stage would take more than a decade. The time spent learning the Force is not that much; most of the coursework is actually basic knowledge, the Jedi creed, and so on.

His teachings omitted the Jedi Creed altogether, focusing instead on Force knowledge and skills.

Lance didn't want her to be bound by those outdated Jedi creeds, but rather hoped that she could think, explore, and verify on her own. He only provided guidance at key junctures.

And Omega did not disappoint him.

Her talent was average, and she was a bit older than usual when she came into contact with the Force, but with her hard work and the guidance of two excellent Jedi, her growth rate has surpassed that of Jedi apprentices of similar talent.

The two ended the call and went about their own business.

"I didn't expect Omega to progress so quickly."

The hunter listened to everything clearly and was somewhat incredulous at Omega's transformation.

He always treated Omega like a younger sister, and all he wanted to do was protect her as she grew up.

"I believe that in the near future, she will be able to face all kinds of challenges in the galaxy on her own," the hunter thought to himself.

At this moment, he felt both gratified and melancholy, like a beloved younger sister about to leave, and he began to feel anxious and uncertain.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lance looked at the hunter, who was lost in thought, and asked a question.

"No... I'm just feeling a bit sentimental. It hasn't been long since we left Kamino and met our commander, and Omega has grown from a weak little girl into a Jedi. Perhaps one day in the future, she will stand in front of us, wielding a lightsaber and deflecting the incoming energy beams for us. Just thinking about that scene fills me with excitement, but also with worry for her safety."

The hunter scratched the back of his head, a rare complex expression appearing on his resolute face.

"Omega is not a caged bird, but a fledgling eagle aspiring to soar freely. There will always be times when we are not by her side, and then she will have to face threats from all sides alone. What we should do now is help her prepare so that when that day comes, she will have enough strength and mental fortitude to protect herself and survive alone in any corner of the galaxy. If we restrict her growth out of fear of her getting hurt, we are not protecting her, but rather harming her."

Lance understood the dangers of this road.

Jedi can use the Force, and after professional training, their strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, allowing them to do many things that ordinary people cannot.

But ultimately, we are still made of flesh and blood; if we get injured, we will feel pain, bleed, and even die.

He could have avoided guiding Omega to the Force, but he chose to do so anyway.

Because this galaxy is full of dangers.

Only by fully exploring one's potential and mastering multiple survival skills can one live a better life.

"I understand, sir." The hunter knew this in his heart, but sometimes reason could not completely suppress his emotions.

"Don't worry, as my first student, I will impart all my knowledge and skills to her without reservation, so that she won't be bullied everywhere she goes." Lance patted the hunter on the shoulder and joked.

"Even if Omega only learns one-tenth of what you have, it will be enough for her to deal with all kinds of dangers."

"When did you learn to flatter?"

......

Several people left the bridge to inspect the condition of the Eagle.

We arrived at the hangar.

The technician, holding a data analyzer and adjusting his glasses, said, "According to the database records, there are a total of 150 standby robot fighters here, including 100 Vulture-class, 30 Hyena-class bombers, and 20 Buzzing robots."

"So many?!" Lance was slightly surprised; this number was thirty more than the standard configuration.

"Because this dreadnought has six hangars," the technician added.

"That's good. What other types of robots are there?"

In the past, Lance would have felt a headache coming on; now, however, he doesn't think it's too much, but rather that it's far from enough.

The technician looked at the data meter and calmly reported the detailed data.

There are a total of three thousand combat robots.

Among them are thirty B1 command robots.

Two hundred red-shouldered security robots, whose main duty is to guard warships and fortresses, are equipped with small shield generators.

Three hundred blue-painted flying robots are responsible for piloting vulture fighters and landing craft.

There are also various models of B1 robots, including flying robots, rocket soldiers, and snipers.

The remaining robots include the standard B2 super combat robot, the BX series assault robot, the IG-100 Magna Guard, and reconnaissance, support, interrogation, and logistics robots.

As Lance walked and listened, he gradually came to his senses: "They even have IG-100s. Doesn't this place have almost every type of robot?"

"Yes."

"Alright, alright, I'll have to thank Senator Singh for the gift later."

His robot army is growing daily, and with his current military strength, he is capable of controlling a small area of ​​a planet and becoming a local tyrant.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind:

"Robbing that war funds would invite a furious retaliation from the Empire, but if... I put several excellent commanders, such as Hunter and Captain Hauser, in charge, with tactical robots coordinating, and dispatch these robots to carry out the operation, could we mislead the Empire into believing that it was the remnants of separatist forces who did it?"

Lance didn't expect the Empire to remain in the dark forever; he was certain that they would eventually uncover the truth.

He only hoped that this smokescreen would buy him some time to properly digest that enormous fortune.

The more I thought about it, the more feasible this plan seemed.

"How feasible do you think this plan is?" Lance and the others discussed.

The most skilled technicians rapidly tapped their fingers on the data display while simultaneously performing mental calculations.

After a while.

The technician adjusted his glasses: "Based on my meticulous analysis, the feasibility is about 80%, which could buy us roughly 100 hours. However, we cannot rule out a few uncontrollable factors, such as Admiral Tarkin and Admiral Thrawn, both of whom are extremely capable military strategists who might see through our tricks instantly. And then there's that Galactic Emperor, Palpatine."