Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

While Lance and his companions were happily counting their countless treasures, a completely different story was unfolding on Sereno.

A dozen or so imperial officers were lying prone on the ground, large beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads, about to be completely swallowed by the darkness.

What terrified them so much was a holographic projection.

More accurately, it was the face shrouded in darkness.

Palpatine, Emperor of the Galactic Empire.

He was draped in a large black cloak, his entire body shrouded in shadow, and one could vaguely see a pair of eyes that seemed ready to devour someone.

Emperor Palpatine sat on his high chair, looking at the group of derelict officers in silence.

The air felt as if it were about to freeze, and the heavy, piercing pressure made it hard for everyone to breathe; they wished they could bury their heads in their crotches.

One of the officers couldn't withstand the pressure and fainted.

Everyone glanced at it hastily, a mix of emotions rising up—pity, schadenfreude, fear—but in the end, only endless fear remained.

Palpatine thoroughly enjoyed their terrified expressions.

As the Sith Emperor, fear was both the source of his power and the foundation upon which he ascended to godhood.

The day he becomes a god will be when the entire galaxy is shrouded in fear.

At that time, he will surpass all previous Sith Lords and his master Darth Preggs, becoming an immortal supreme god.

After a while.

Palpatine spoke, his powerful voice ringing out: "Tell me, who are they?"

"It is...it is the remnant of separatist forces."

The officer on the ground had just finished answering when he suddenly felt short of breath, as if his throat was being tightly gripped by a pair of invisible hands.

But before him was only the emperor, who sat regally on his throne.

How did he manage to cross half of the Milky Way?

Ultimately, no one will answer this question for him.

The officer felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the face in the darkness, his eyes filled with despair and pleading.

When he saw those scarlet, cold eyes, he knew he had no hope of surviving.

His survival instinct made him turn his attention to the people around him.

The crowd hung their heads, all of them barely able to save themselves, and no one dared to plead for him.

Finally, the officer fell to the ground, his unfocused pupils still etched with resentment and fear.

"Who else can tell me who they are?" Death's voice rang out again.

Everyone trembled. Although they all knew that their fate was death, no one wanted to be the second to die.

"A bunch of useless trash."

Palpatine brought their lives to a close.

A group of Imperial Guards standing in the corner stepped forward and dragged them away like dead dogs.

After everyone left, another holographic projection popped up.

"Tarkin, this matter is in your hands. Capture them as soon as possible, recover the losses, and make the galaxy feel the inviolable majesty of the Empire."

Tajin quickly raised his hand in a salute: "Yes, sir."

"I will send someone to assist you," Palpatine said, ending the communication.

Tajin felt the dark aura gradually disappear, and a trace of lingering fear appeared on his face.

This was the first time he had ever felt the emperor's wrath, a wrath that seemed capable of engulfing the entire galaxy.

His holographic projection vanished instantly.

The dimly lit communications room fell silent once again.

As for the commander, Wilco had already been sent to a secret prison for dereliction of duty, where he would face inhumane experiments.

Tarkin stepped out of the heavily guarded communications room, a private space used specifically for receiving imperial decrees, and instructed his adjutant, "Depart for Sereno immediately."

"yes!"

When Tarkin arrived in a great hurry, a tall figure dressed in black armor was already waiting for him at Dooku's palace.

As soon as the automatic door opened, heavy breathing reached his ears.

Whoosh—hiss, whoosh—hiss.

"I never expected the Emperor would send you here, Lord Vida."

Tarkin looked at the Emperor's Fist, personally announced by Palpatine, representing the Emperor's personal executor.

Vida's orders were equivalent to the Emperor's own will.

Tajin sized up the person in front of him, a vague sense of familiarity creeping into his heart.

But he was quite certain that he had never met the other person before, otherwise he would have been very impressed.

Vader, however, was very familiar with him. During the Replica Wars, the two had even teamed up multiple times to defeat the robot army.

At that time, his name was Anakin Skywalker.

But things have changed; he is no longer the weak Jedi Knight he once was.

"This group is not a remnant of separatist forces."

call--

"It was a small squad led by a Jedi, with a large number of clone soldiers assisting them."

--hiss.

As Vida watched the holographic surveillance replay, his heavy, mechanical breathing betrayed his decisiveness.

Tarkin strongly agreed with this.

This group is highly professional; their timing and combat capabilities are far beyond what a group of robots could accomplish.

If robots all had this kind of combat capability, they would probably have to retreat to Coruscant by now.

"It seems these clones aren't so loyal after all." Tarkin became even more determined to eliminate the clone army.

He looked at Vader and asked, "How can you be sure the other person is a Jedi?"

When Vader arrived, he paused for a moment at the spot where the cargo ship had disappeared, sensing the Force disturbances that had not yet fully subsided.

But he has no intention of explaining to his former friend, nor will he ever acknowledge him.

"I will send judges to track them down."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of refusing to speak, Tarkin stopped pressing: "They suddenly acquired such a huge fortune, they certainly won't keep it to themselves. I will send people to closely monitor the black markets throughout the galaxy to coordinate with your operation."

Vida nodded slightly, his black robes billowing behind him as he left the room with a gust of wind.

......

Survivor number.

The signal generators on the four cargo ships had already been replaced, and Finneke had left the unknown star system with her share of the treasure.

"Hunter, Hauser, it's time for us to leave."

"Yes!" x3

next moment.

A Generous-class frigate and three Tier IV cargo ships suddenly vanished from their spot.

Lance finally managed to appease the jealous Asoka with his sweet talk.

"Lance, what do you plan to do with these war funds? The Empire will definitely monitor the black market, and once they appear, they will leave a trace."

Lance naturally anticipated the Empire's reaction.

He pondered for a moment and said, "We can't use it right now; we have to wait until things calm down. But wandering around like this isn't a long-term solution. It's time to find a suitable planet as our base."

"The Empire's tentacles have already reached the outer ring star system, and finding a safe and large enough base is not easy."

"I know the Force will tell us the answer."

The intimate moment between the two didn't last long, as the hunter's voice came through the communicator: "Sir, I apologize for disturbing you. I've received intelligence from Fennek that requires you to come to the bridge immediately."

"We'll be there soon." Lance pulled Asoka's hand and left the dormitory.

On the bridge, Fennek's holographic projection appeared.

"There's still no news about the person you're looking for, but... I just received some interesting information, consider it a free gift."

A blurry surveillance video, about ten seconds long, plays automatically.

Amid the explosions, a group of robbers robbed a bank. Among the attackers were a group of Mandalorians, several Zabrak from Dathormir, and a figure wielding a red double-edged lightsaber.

Lance turned to look at Ahsoka, and both of them saw a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

"Darth...Moore".