Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

In the plaza in front of the police station, a dozen or so delinquent youths with brightly colored hair watched the rapidly descending shuttle, their eyes filled with shock and panic.

"Run!"

Someone shouted something, instantly bringing them back to their senses.

In a flurry of activity, everyone scrambled onto the ghost-fire flying motorcycles, started the engines, and floored the accelerator, transforming into birds and beasts as they fled the square.

The empire was clearly uninterested in these insignificant ants and let them leave.

More than a dozen troop transport ships landed in the center of the square, and rows of clone soldiers wearing white armor and holding blaster guns marched out in neat formation.

The moment the AT-DP walking machines and other flexible and convenient armed forces landed, they began patrolling and security work centered on the police station building.

Lieutenant Blake led a squad of clone soldiers into the police station building.

"They're here."

Chief Klein sighed, having seen it all clearly.

"Don't be too nervous, maybe it's not that bad," Brand said softly, though he knew in his heart that the situation was already terrible.

Even a thought flashed through his mind: delete the surveillance footage of Moore.

He immediately dismissed the idea.

Time is running out, and hasty action will inevitably leave traces, which will only arouse the empire's suspicion.

If the Empire discovers that he did it, he will not escape the charge of being an accomplice.

The best approach now is to remain unchanged in the face of all changes.

As the two waited anxiously, the automatic doors to the lobby opened.

"Who is Chief Kreis?"

Lieutenant Blake placed his hands behind his back, slightly raised his chin, and scanned the office lobby with his gaze.

The busy guard robots stopped what they were doing and looked at the imperial officer who had suddenly arrived.

"Who's speaking?" Director Klein walked out of his office.

"I am Lieutenant Blake." Blake snapped his fingers, and the communications robot behind him flew over.

A holographic projection popped up, displaying the Empire's orders.

"The benevolent Emperor Palpatine of the Galactic Empire, concerned for the safety of his people, has issued decrees to severely crack down on space pirates and gangs, while also assisting planets in maintaining order and combating crime. The Empire has noticed that a heinous robbery has recently occurred in your city, and these robbers are continuing to wreak havoc. We have come here specifically to help you apprehend these criminals and maintain order in Janix."

Blake's words were grand and dignified, full of praise for the emperor's benevolence, yet his tone betrayed a palpable contempt and arrogance.

Everyone in the office frowned, a nameless anger rising within them.

"I really want to punch that smug face of his!"

The same thought flashed through their minds simultaneously.

But it's just wishful thinking.

Attacking an Imperial officer in full view of the public is a serious crime.

Furthermore, their professional ethics as police officers do not allow them to do such a thing.

Of all the people, only the guard robot remained completely unmoved by Lieutenant Blake's arrogance.

Klein and Brand, however, felt a sense of relief, as they had assumed the Empire was targeting Moore.

"Thank you for the Empire's concern, but Janix is ​​an autonomous planet. We are capable of handling this robbery. Please, Lieutenant Blake, lead your soldiers away from here." Director Klein certainly didn't want the Empire to get involved.

This is not only about the prestige of their police station, but also about understanding the underlying principle: it's easy to invite a god, but difficult to send him away.

Not to mention that this is also a plague god.

The empire has already bared its fangs, only willing to suck the blood from every planet within its territory to satisfy its insatiable greed.

Lieutenant Blake's expression was cold as he spoke slowly, "Chief Kress, I see you still haven't grasped the Emperor's will. From now on, I will take over the security of Janix City. And the first thing I will do is let those bandits experience the Empire's wrath."

After saying that, he waved to signal the soldiers to drive Klein away.

Klein looked out the window at the Star Destroyer hovering above the city, and had no choice but to give in. He glanced at Brand as he left.

Brand understood immediately.

Having worked together for many years, the two had developed a tacit understanding and naturally grasped the director's meaning.

Blake easily seized power, his eyes filled with even more contempt and arrogance.

"These lowly country bumpkins are only fit to submit to the majesty of the Galactic Empire."

He quickly issued his first order: seal off Janix.

......

Inside the narrow sewer, Lance and his companions were discussing their next move.

"It's no longer safe here. We need to leave Janix as soon as possible." Lance could already sense the Imperial soldiers patrolling the streets and immediately decided to temporarily abandon Bocatan's mission.

Moore, let the Empire deal with him.

"Ahem. Agreed, let's set off now." Master Dutch coughed a few times, covering his mouth.

"Master, are you alright?" Dai Wen gently patted his back.

"It's nothing." Dutch breathed a few times, feeling much more comfortable in his chest.

Lance frowned slightly: "You're injured?"

"This was left behind during the escape. It's a minor issue and won't affect our operations."

"let me see."

Lance reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder, his Force perception sweeping over him like ripples on water: "Moderate internal organ damage, mild malnutrition due to prolonged hunger, and the further deterioration of his injuries from expending Force to save the civilians on the broken bridge."

"...Master." Dai Wen held Daqi's hand, her eyes filled with heartache and guilt.

It turned out that her master had been putting on a brave face all along, just so she wouldn't worry, and he even shared most of the food he had begged with her.

Master Daqi smiled kindly and gently patted Daiwen's hand: "You are my disciple, so of course I must take good care of you. I just hope you won't blame me for not being capable enough and causing you to suffer along with me."

Dai Wen recalled their shared experiences of relying on each other during their escape, and tears welled up in her eyes.

The unease and anger that had been building up in her heart quietly dissipated.

"Alright, let's save the emotional moment for later. I can try to heal Master Dutch's injuries," Lance had to interrupt.

"Really?!" Dai Wen wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm about 80% sure."

Lance has been using the Force to heal for some time now.

I usually use lightning-fast body training to recover from cell damage. I've practiced on myself at least a hundred times, and I've long been able to control it precisely.

Eighty percent is just his conservative estimate.

"Could it be..." Master Dutch looked at Lance, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

He had a guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure.

Even though there are nearly ten thousand Jedi in the Order of the Warriors, only a few of them can use the Force to heal.

"That's right." Lance's words confirmed his guess.

"Excellent! Procon has truly taken on a fine apprentice; I think he will be very proud of you."

Master Daqi's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Lance did not answer, focusing instead on controlling the Force to repair the damaged organs within his body.

Dai Wen quietly stood by, watching her master's condition gradually improve, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then she thought of how her master had not only endured constant pain during this time, but also had to take care of her. She clenched her fists and secretly made up her mind:

"I must learn this."