Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"The time window is very short, probably only a few minutes. So next, we need to quickly take over the cargo ship's control room."

Lance stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Fennek did indeed give him a big surprise.

Four cargo ships, four teams.

He and Ahsoka each led a team, the Extraordinary Squad led a team, and Hauser and Fennek led a team.

The Survivor has a signal jammer that can block distress signals from Imperial cargo ships, thus buying more time to maneuver.

Then dispatch robot fighters to intercept the Empire's support fighters.

All of this could buy them a dozen or so minutes, enough time to seize control of the cargo ship's control room.

As for what happens next, of course they will simply sail away on the Empire's cargo ships.

If all goes well, they can seize the war funds with almost no effort. Before the Imperial ground forces even realize what's going on, they'll have already sailed away on cargo ships.

"If the robot fighters were also equipped with hyperspace engines, perhaps even the Survivor wouldn't need to be exposed."

Lance felt a pang of regret, but he couldn't ask for anything more.

The group waited patiently near the Serenno star system, and time passed quietly before an opportunity arose.

"Time's up, everyone get ready, let's finish this quickly."

Lance looked at Fennek: "Is everything alright on your end?"

"Don't worry, everything is proceeding according to plan." Finneke put on his helmet and boarded the CR90 Corellia light frigate with Hauser.

Lance, accompanied by a dozen fully armed clone soldiers, boarded the shuttle.

Ahsoka and the rest of the Alien Squad were all ready, waiting for the space robot inside the cargo ship to send a signal so they could immediately move into hyperspace.

Their meeting point was not far from Sereno, almost within the blink of an eye.

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Serenno Star Dooku Palace Square.

A large number of clone soldiers armed with blaster guns surrounded the castle, with patrols moving back and forth, making the defense extremely tight.

Although the Empire did not believe that anyone would dare to provoke them, Captain Wilco, the clone commander, still strictly adhered to mission discipline and left no stone unturned.

Four massive Class IV cargo ships were moored on the edge of the cliff, three of which were already fully loaded with their hatches closed, leaving only the last one being loaded.

Like tireless worker ants, batches of clones pushed floating pallets to the stern of the cargo ship, working with warehouse robots to carry heavy iron boxes into the hold.

As the transport team busied themselves, the space inside the cargo ship was gradually filled with iron boxes.

The space robot is responsible for recording the cargo.

Fist-sized, sparkling gemstones, rare precious metals, and keber crystals of various colors.

Countless precious items appeared on the supplies list.

Some items are so valuable that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe them as priceless.

These clone soldiers were disciplined and had little desire for wealth, which is why they didn't hoard any treasures.

If it were any other unit, they would have been drooling with envy and would have stolen it.

"Captain Wilcox, all the war funds have been loaded onto the cargo ships. Requesting instructions."

A soldier's report came through the communicator.

Wilco turned to the Imperial officer supervising him, and seeing the officer nod, ordered, "Escort fighters take off, depart immediately."

...

"Three, two, one, go!"

The communicator beeped, signaling an attack from the space robot.

Lance gave the order.

The hyperspace engine hummed, and the Survivor vanished from its spot in an instant.

next moment.

The Survivor suddenly appeared beside the Imperial freighter, its signal jammer power turned up to maximum.

Four shuttle fighter jets followed closely behind, speeding toward the cargo ship.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's the remnants of separatist forces."

A piercing alarm sounded inside the cargo ship, and red warning lights flashed incessantly.

"The enemy's goal is definitely to reclaim the war funds. All cargo ships must immediately move into hyperspace and leave this place."

Inside the control room, the clone pilot, as expected of an experienced and mentally strong soldier, reacted instantly.

The driver hurriedly pushed the hyperspace engine push lever.

The engine emitted a deep, heavy groan, then deflated like a punctured balloon, completely stalling.

"Why did the hyperspace engine malfunction at this time? Request ground reinforcements immediately."

The pilot, watching the rapidly approaching shuttle, kept trying to get it to stop, while instructing the co-pilot to send out a distress signal.

"Communicator malfunction."

"Damn it, they must have blocked the signal."

Several bursts of red energy beams streaked across the starry sky, accurately hitting the accompanying escort fighters.

A silent explosion rang out, the fighter jet was reduced to fragments, and screams came through the communicator.

The moment Lance and his crew appeared, they launched a fierce attack, quickly eliminating the external threat. They then maneuvered their spaceship to stay close to the cargo ship.

Less than a minute had passed when they successfully boarded the cargo ship.

Lance no longer concealed his Jedi identity. He held a lightsaber in one hand and a blaster pistol in the other, deflecting all the incoming blaster beams while retaliating with the pistol.

However, their blast guns all have a stun mode.

The clone soldiers blocking the way were no match for them; the moment they showed their faces, they fell into a deep, infant-like sleep.

When he encountered a locked automatic door, he used his lightsaber to forcefully cut through it, rushing into the driver's cab with unstoppable force. The whole process took less than three minutes.

The situation was similar for Ahsoka; they occupied the driver's cab almost simultaneously.

"Leave four people in the wheelhouse, the rest of you come with me to deal with the remaining soldiers on the cargo ship."

Some clone soldiers were still putting up resistance inside the cargo ship. In order to finish the battle quickly and reduce casualties, Lance turned around and led a dozen men back into the cabin.

Despite some setbacks, the Extraordinary Squad successfully reached the cockpit.

Fennek and Hauser's team were the last to complete their mission, but several of their comrades were shot and wounded.

Fortunately, the armor absorbed most of the damage, so there was still a chance to save them.

Five minutes later, the fighting inside the cargo ship was completely over.

The clone soldiers are handcuffing their unconscious comrades, confiscating their weapons, and will later remove their inhibitor chips.

Lance picked up the communicator: "It's almost time. How's the situation on your end?"

"Mission successfully completed." x3

"Excellent! Leave here immediately."

......

"Captain Wilco, Imperial cargo ships are under attack."

"What?" Wilco had just sat down when he heard this and jumped up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"All fighter jets take off and provide full support!" Wilco roared.

A dozen seconds later, more than a dozen fighter jets soared into the sky from the square.

When they finally broke through the atmosphere, they could only watch helplessly as the enemy's warships and four cargo ships carrying countless treasures disappeared from sight.

Upon learning this news, Wilco was filled with rage and gripped the blaster in his hand tightly.

In his office, the young Imperial officer, thinking of his career and the severe punishment he was about to face, was overwhelmed by immense pressure and fear.

He felt dizzy, his vision went black, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.