Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"I suddenly have a strange feeling that we will soon be able to leave this planet," Jedi Master Iko-Dio Dutch said, watching the disappearing shuttle.

"I hope so." Tirek Jedi Apprentice Dewyn Izara slumped weakly against the railing; she hadn't eaten for nearly 30 hours.

Even though she had mastered the technique of using the Force to relieve hunger and fatigue, she was already starving.

Not to mention her teacher, Master Dutch.

Gurgle.

She could faintly hear the sound of her stomach protesting.

"Teacher, you're hungry. We need to get something to eat as soon as possible," Dai Wen said to her teacher.

"Sigh, there's so little kindness in this world. I hope I can meet a kind person soon."

Master Daqi laboriously shifted his gaze from the fruit stand not far away and, leaning on his cane, walked toward the roadside.

"Teacher...we'll only take a little, they won't notice."

"I told you, you must never steal."

A hint of resentment flashed in Dai Wen's eyes: "But I've had enough of begging."

"Be patient, apprentice. Trust me, things will improve soon." Master Dutch's eyes were weary yet resolute as he earnestly patted the shoulder of his disciple, who was half a head taller than him.

Dai Wen lowered her head silently without answering.

Even in the most desperate situations, you still need to eat when you're hungry.

She and her master, Master Dutch, barely survived Order 66 and escaped to this planet full of gangsters and pirates.

Not only must they constantly guard against exposing their movement techniques and attracting the Empire's pursuit, but they must also resist physical hunger and the enormous psychological gap.

In the past, all expenses would have been covered by the Jedi Temple.

Wherever she goes, as soon as she reveals her identity, a whole bunch of people will immediately appear, eager to curry favor with her.

During the war, she led a team of clones with great vigor on the battlefield.

However, the change in the situation came too suddenly and too violently, so fast that people were unable to adapt to this huge gap in time.

Dai Wen had never been in such a predicament.

They abandon their dignity and all sense of propriety, begging from passersby on the street just for a bite to eat.

A vague voice kept echoing in her mind: Since you have power far exceeding that of ordinary people, why can't you use it to improve your life? For example, steal a few fruits to fill your stomach.

The Jedi creed, which was acceptable in the long term, and the teachings of Master Dutch told her that this kind of thinking was dangerous.

Once you start compromising, your bottom line will only get lower and lower.

Ultimately, it will succumb to the dark side.

Dai Wen often felt lost and even in pain.

Master Dutch, who had already established a Force bond between the two, could naturally sense her struggle.

Even in difficult circumstances, Dach never gave up on guiding and advising Dewi, and set an example by his own actions.

Dutch hopes that the apprentice can overcome his difficulties and, even in darkness, remain steadfast in his principles and keep the light in his heart forever.

"Let's go, Daiwen, I can hold on for a while longer. I have a feeling we'll soon be able to have a big meal." Dutch walked slowly, leaning on his cane.

"Really? I didn't know you had this skill, teacher." Dai Wen held his wrist, and the two looked just like a father and daughter who depended on each other for survival.

"Don't believe me? How about we make a bet?"

"Okay. What's the bet?"

......

The hunters piloted the Marauder to land on a slightly off-center helipad. After paying a parking fee, the group, disguised as bounty hunters, swaggered down the street.

The armor on his body had been modified and graffiti-ed, making it almost a completely different set from the previous armor.

Once the forging plant is completed, their equipment will undergo a dramatic transformation.

"Sir." Clearance King's voice came through the helmet communicator.

"Call me Boss outside," Lance corrected him.

"Yes, sir."

Lance shook his head helplessly, too lazy to correct him: "Speak, what is it?"

"Should we go to the scene of the incident to investigate?"

Upon hearing this question, the hunter couldn't help but look over.

Lance looked up at the building, which was still emitting a wisp of black smoke, and occasionally figures walked past the split wall.

If he were close enough, he would definitely be able to sense the traces of the Force left by Moore, and then analyze the enemy's manpower, strength, and other information by combining the traces of the battle.

But obviously not now.

Lance pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go after they're done. Remember our principles and goals: low profile and Moore."

"Roger that, boss."

The group walked along the street and came to a high bridge.

Lance looked down over the dark, cyberpunk-style city, quietly sensing the Force within it.

Suddenly, various voices appeared in my mind.

Screams, wails, pain, regret, hatred...

These voices are the powerful emotions left behind by countless lives in this city before their deaths.

Those sensitive to the Force are easily influenced by it, gradually succumbing to its dark side.

But for Jedi who want to hide their identities, this is an excellent place.

The intense negative emotions stirred up the Force here like a quagmire, and the Jedi could easily hide among ordinary people by simply suppressing their own Force fluctuations.

Lance meditates behind the curtain, experiencing the various emotions contained in the sound.

After a while.

He slowly opened his eyes, gaining a deeper understanding and reflection on the light and the dark.

"Boss, are you alright?" the hunter's voice rang out.

"Very good."

Lance shook his head, looking down at the bustling traffic below: "I feel there's something else going on besides Moore. The Force brought us here for a reason."

"What exactly is that?" The Clearing King scratched his helmet, feeling a bit itchy on his head.

"I don't know, we'll just have to take it one step at a time."

Through his recent insights, Lance vaguely sensed that a certain voice within the Force was echoing his own.

However, this 'quagmire' was too murky, like a ball of yarn with countless knots, making it impossible to untangle the thread that was pulling him.

......

"Luti Valio, are you still not going to confess?"

Inside a quaint building standing in the center of the city, topped with a circular ring, Brand Lawson is conducting a friendly interrogation of a suspect.

As the frontline commander of the Janix Civil Defense Force TDF and a high-ranking local police officer, his duty is to maintain peace in the city.

Although Brand often felt powerless, he tried his best to maintain this extremely delicate balance so that ordinary people could live in peace without having to live in constant fear.

This peace had lasted for quite some time until a group of uninvited guests from outside broke the balance.

If we don't stop that group as soon as possible, the whole city will probably fall into chaos again.

"Kill Demis, and I can put you in jail for life."

Brand slammed the intelligence report on the table, his words carrying a strong warning.

"Sir, I was acting in self-defense," Luti Valio tried to argue.

But when his eyes met those sharp gazes, he immediately knew he couldn't fool this experienced old police chief.

After all, the two had dealt with each other many times and knew each other well.

Despite their differing stances, he secretly admired Brand's methods and professional ethics.

"Okay, I confess."

Wario shrugged: "I was framed."

"Who?"

"Is security tight here? Are there enough guards to protect me?" Wario looked toward the police station office.

Brand's heart tightened, sensing something was terribly wrong: "Wario, what are you worried about?"

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