Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"That feels much better! Thank you, Lance."

Master Daqi rubbed his chest, feeling as if the heavy burden he had been carrying had been suddenly lifted, leaving him feeling relaxed and comfortable.

"Don't mention it, let's get going."

"Okay!" Master Dutch and Dai Wen didn't have anything to take with them.

The hunter put on his helmet and carefully pushed open the sewer grate to observe his surroundings.

Just then, a group of clone soldiers stood at the alley entrance and stopped several pedestrians to check their identification documents.

He quickly and quietly closed the grille, then turned and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

Immediately, everyone stared warily at the exit.

"Hopefully the Empire won't find our shuttle so quickly." Lance had a bad feeling.

After waiting a few minutes, the hunter pushed open a crack again, and only crawled out after confirming that the group of soldiers had left.

Lance and his companions followed closely behind, pressing against the wall at the alley entrance, observing the Imperial soldiers intercepting passing aircraft on the street.

"Boss, our airship is gone." The hunter looked at the spot where the airship used to be parked, but now it was completely empty without a trace.

"It might have been stolen; we'll have to think of another way."

"Damn car thief!" Qingzhangwang roared.

The group took the opportunity to walk out of the alleyway, just like normal pedestrians, without any hurry or slowness.

The more nervous you are at this time, the more likely you are to arouse suspicion.

Whenever they encountered Imperial soldiers conducting checks at intersections, they would naturally take a different route to bypass them.

Nearly an hour later, the group arrived at the railway station platform.

Rumble, rumble.

A high-speed railcar came to a stop, the doors opened, and several groups of soldiers came out and began checking the identification documents of passengers on the platform.

"Produce your blockchain."

Dai Wen couldn't help but feel nervous, thinking to herself, "This is troublesome."

Master Dutch sensed her unusual behavior and quickly reached out to gently pat the back of her hand to comfort her.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

When Dai Wen heard Lance's voice, it was like a reassuring pill, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

At that moment, several clone soldiers approached: "Citizens, please show your serial numbers."

The hunter and the Clearing King handed over the forged chain code.

A soldier inserts a disk into the instrument, and the screen displays lines of information.

Master Daqi and Dai Wen couldn't help but feel anxious.

After a few seconds, the screen lit up with a green light.

"Passed, you can leave now." The soldier pulled out the disk and returned it to the two men, then approached Lance. "Citizen, please show your serial number."

Lance handed over his own and passed the inspection smoothly.

When they were about to check Dutch and Dewi, he raised his hand and slowly said, "Your documents have already been checked."

Under the influence of Jedi Mind Control, the soldier repeated the sentence slowly and deliberately.

"You can leave now," Lance's voice echoed in their minds once more.

"Now...you can...leave." The soldier repeated himself again, then continued checking the other people's identification.

Lance breathed a sigh of relief, as it was quite challenging to cast Jedi Mind Control on several people at the same time.

Fortunately, it was a success.

The group successfully entered the railcar, the doors closed, and it quickly departed from the platform.

Meanwhile, at a remote data port, Moore's spy robot reported this scene to Moore by hacking into the city's surveillance system.

......

A temporary base in the lower city area.

Moore stared at the image projected on the hologram, his eyes wide with delight: "Jedi Mind Control. Another Jedi! And he looks much more powerful than that little girl."

He stroked his chin and muttered, "Hmm... two suitable prospective disciples have suddenly appeared. This is a bit tricky."

According to the Sith two-person rule, a master can only accept one disciple.

"In that case, let's recruit the strongest one."

The surveillance footage paused as Moore watched Lance wave, a smile gradually spreading across his face, his bloodshot eyes flashing with the excitement of a hunter eyeing his prey.

"Chief, you haven't taken a fancy to this guy again, have you?" Luke Castle looked at Moore suspiciously.

"Yes, when I saw him, I was reminded of a Jedi Padawan I once met. They are both so exceptionally talented. That little girl refused my invitation... What a pity. If we can take him in this time, our plans will proceed smoothly."

"That little girl named Ahsoka?" Caster stared at the monitor screen. "Is she really as strong as you say?"

"Trust me, Caster. My judgment is always spot on; I'm never wrong."

"Judging from their route, they seem to be leaving Janix. Why don't we leave together before the Empire discovers us?" Castor suggested.

Moore paced back and forth excitedly, having already put the trial out of his mind: "That makes sense. Take Wario with you and prepare to evacuate immediately."

......

Inside the police station, Blake stood at the window of the chief's office, overlooking the night view of the entire city of Janix.

The city is often shrouded in rain and fog, and the neon lights are diffused in the rain and fog, making him very uncomfortable.

"What a dirty, low-level planet."

If it weren't for his mission, he would never want to come to this planet in his entire life; it's like dirtying his shoes.

A hint of disdain and contempt flashed in Blake's eyes.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door: "Sir, I have something important to report."

"Come in," Blake said, turning around.

Swish.

The office door opened automatically, and a soldier holding a data tablet stepped in.

"Lieutenant, we've spotted a criminal with a special Imperial mark in this surveillance footage."

Blake took the tablet and stared at the face on the screen.

His crimson skin was adorned with black stripes, and his yellowish eyes were filled with hatred.

His expression immediately turned serious. He put away his tablet and ordered, "Send out all the soldiers. Do not let the criminals escape. Prohibit any spaceships from taking off. If any are discovered, fire on them and shoot them down immediately."

"Yes, sir." The soldier immediately stood at attention, saluted, and turned to leave the office.

Moments later, Blake left the police station with two guards and returned to the Star Destroyer in a shuttle.

"I need to contact General Tarkin."

Inside the communications room, Tarkin's holographic projection popped up.

"General, I've found a particularly dangerous criminal on Janix." Blake displayed Moore's image.

"Well done, Lieutenant," Tarkin praised.

After the communication ended, Tarkin immediately contacted Dasvida to explain the situation.

"Moore... this criminal is beyond your capabilities. I will send Imperial Inquisitors to eliminate him. Until then, you must not let him escape."

"My people know what to do."

Tajin cut off communications.

Vida held no position in the military and had no authority to interfere in military affairs.

Although he was authorized by the emperor to command all the troops, Tarkin, as a naval admiral, naturally had the right to disregard him.

Vida knew perfectly well that the Imperial officers were only afraid of Palpatine, not him.

They lost everything, only to be met with contempt.

Anger burned within him, as if it would reduce everyone to ashes.

The dark side of the Force surged and spread uncontrollably to the surroundings.

Metal collapsed and twisted; electrical sparks flew from the instruments.

After a moment, Vader calmed down from his anger and turned on his communicator:

"Marok, this is your mission."