Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

The standard Milky Way grid, square P-2, represents an unexplored expanse of space. No planets are shown on the star map, and naturally, almost no one would come here.

Suddenly, several giant interstellar ships appeared.

"That felt so good!"

Cheers came through the communicator from Clearance King; it had been a long time since he had carried out such an exciting and earth-shattering mission.

"Alright, this isn't completely over yet."

Lance stood in the cargo ship's control room and gave the next order to everyone: "These are all level four interstellar cargo ships. The hull is made up of hundreds of small cargo boxes, each of which is equipped with a signal transmitter. Although the signal is temporarily blocked, it is still a potential hazard. Technician, you are responsible for directing the robots to remove all the signal transmitters."

"Yes, sir," the technician's voice came through the communicator.

"Lance, my friend, I don't think you'd do anything to break our promise, would you?"

Finneke was alone, while Lance had many men. Although she had a few backup plans, she was still somewhat apprehensive.

"Don't worry. Since we agreed beforehand, I will naturally keep my word. Besides, without your brilliant idea, the plan wouldn't have gone so smoothly. To be honest, you really impressed us."

Money is only valuable when used properly.

Talent is infinitely more valuable than those cold credit points.

"Fennek, have you ever considered joining our team?" Lance extended an invitation directly.

He's not a reserved person at all.

The current force is mostly composed of clone soldiers.

They are indeed an elite group of warriors, but in the face of the complex situation in the galaxy, reckless charging cannot solve all problems; more talent from other fields is needed.

For example, how to spend the war funds for these ships.

Credits only have value when they are spent; how to spend them is an art.

"Ha, you've got a real scheme going on. Not only are you eyeing my share, but you're also after me. I must say, you've got quite the appetite."

Finneke was slightly tempted by this sudden offer, but immediately declined.

Many legitimate and underworld forces extended olive branches to her, but a past betrayal left a thorn in her heart forever.

From then on, she no longer easily trusted anyone.

"Since you've extended an invitation, I'll return the favor. To be honest, I took a liking to you at first sight. You're young, handsome, and capable. Why don't you come and join me? Although I'm a bit older than you, I have plenty of credits, so supporting you is definitely not a problem."

The group listened to Finneke's taunts over the communicator, exchanging bewildered glances. Then, their eyes gleamed with gossip, and they all stared curiously at the communicator, eager to see how their respected superior would react.

Ahsoka snorted and crossed her arms. Even though she knew it was just a joke, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, as if something that belonged to her was being coveted by someone else.

The clone soldiers in the driver's cab remained silent, lest they offend the future general's wife.

Hauser looked at the bounty hunter in front of him and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. For a moment, he couldn't see through the man.

Among everyone, only Omega and Gugu, the two children, looked bewildered and quietly ate snacks on the Survivor.

"Cough cough."

Lance knew that Finneke was teasing him, and was just using this method to politely decline his invitation.

He knew everyone was watching the drama unfold, and he could guess that Asoka was probably going to be very jealous, and he would have to put in a lot of effort to make her happy.

But he couldn't back down now. He coughed a few times and said, "I didn't expect to be so charming, but I already have someone I love. Besides, I can't abandon the brothers who have followed me. I can only thank you for your kindness."

"That's a real shame. If you've thought it through, you can come find me anytime."

"No problem. Our doors are always open for you; you're welcome to join us anytime."

"Then I'll thank you in advance."

In this encounter, the two were evenly matched.

Although Lance couldn't bring her into the team, he did improve their relationship, and there will be other opportunities in the future.

The collaboration was very pleasant. Finneke did not dislike Lance and his group. Although he declined their invitation, he kept the thought in his mind.

Perhaps, one day in the future, this seed will sprout.

Lance and his crew returned to the Survivor in a shuttle, while simultaneously dispatching numerous spider robots to remove the signal transmitters from the cargo containers.

The next major task is to allocate war funds.

Almost all the supplies had been listed, and they quickly allocated them based on their estimated value.

Lance's understanding was once again refreshed when he saw the several boxes of Kelber crystal, as well as nearly a hundred boxes of Besca steel, Cortosis alloy, and Frick alloy on the list.

Keber crystal is the core material for making lightsabers, while rare metals such as Bescar are difficult to buy on the market and are extremely expensive due to their special properties.

Despite the nearly one hundred boxes harvested this time, only two of them contained Besca Steel.

Lance estimated that this would only be enough to make a few dozen sets of pure steel armor, but it would be enough for each core member to have one set.

Kotosis and Frick alloys are extremely difficult to process, but they can be completed with difficulty; however, their defensive performance is not as good as that of Besca steel.

Now that he had the materials, Lance naturally wanted to get it all done in one go.

However, Beska steel is the most difficult to process. This rare metal, which is only produced on the planet Mandaro, has always had its forging process kept a closely guarded secret by the Mandaro tribe.

"If all Jedi wore full suits of pure Bescar steel armor on the battlefield, probably most of them would have survived Command 66."

Lance naturally did not want to see the tragedy repeat itself and hoped that those who followed him could live to see the day when peace arrives.

A set of highly defensive, multi-functional armor can save your life in critical moments.

"It seems I'll have to go to Mandalorian to find a suitable craftsman," Lance thought to himself.

"Fennek, do you know any Mandalorians who can forge Bescar steel?"

Fennek, who was happily calculating his credits, pondered for a moment upon hearing this and gently shook his head: "I don't know him, but as long as I'm willing to spend credits, I believe I can find him soon."

Lance agreed, nodding and saying, "Then I'll entrust you with this task. If you find a suitable craftsman, I'll give you a set of Bescar steel armor."

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you." Finneke accepted the payment without any hesitation.

When allocating war funds, she naturally wanted to secure the greatest benefit for herself, and as Besca Steel was the hard currency of the galaxy, how could she let it go?

If Lance hadn't offered several boxes of beautiful crystals in exchange, she wouldn't have given up all of Besca Steel.