Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"It's quite unexpected that a Jedi is hiding here." Imperial Inquisitor Marok drew his lightsaber from behind his back.

hum.

The lightsaber activated instantly.

The light blade lit up, enveloping him in a crimson glow.

Lance gripped his lightsaber with both hands, looking at him warily: "Who are you? Sith?"

"You'll soon find out." Marok raised his lightsaber, pointing it at Lance. "Surrender obediently, and I might spare your life. I might even... take you back to Coruscant."

"Surrender? What's in it for you?" This was the first time Lance had encountered a user of the dark side of the Force.

The man in front of him gave him a very strange feeling. He exuded the dark side of the Force and looked like a Sith, but the way he held his sword and his demeanor also showed traces of Jedi.

Therefore, he wanted to gather more information and, incidentally, buy time for Dewi and Brand's group to retreat.

"Benefits?" Marok paused slightly.

He hadn't expected this Jedi to surrender so easily.

Is it because I feel too much pressure and am exuding an overbearing aura?

Thinking back, he suffered a lot of torment in order to immerse himself in the dark side.

And this Jedi... has abandoned the Jedi Creed without any burden.

Marok decided to teach him a lesson first before taking him back to Coruscant.

"There are many benefits. After joining the Empire, you will no longer have to hide. In addition, you can read and learn forbidden knowledge and the dark side of the Force. Then you will understand what true power and truth are."

"Is that all?" Lance frowned slightly, continuing to stall for time.

Marok's expression hardened, and he said unhappily, "Boy, this is a gift from the Emperor and Lord Vida to you Jedi."

"A gift? Not everyone is like you, enjoying being a dog so much." Lance estimated that the time was almost up and decided not to play along with him any longer.

"You're asking for death!" Marok roared angrily, swinging his lightsaber and slashing fiercely.

Lance easily dodged the incoming light blade and counterattacked.

The red and blue lightsabers clashed violently.

After several encounters, Lance had figured out his opponent's strengths and weaknesses.

"Is he a Jedi who has completely fallen to the dark side?"

Lance gave him a regretful look and then stopped holding back.

His attacks became increasingly fierce, and he used various lightsaber techniques at will.

For a moment, Marok was forced to switch from offense to defense. His double-edged lightsaber turned into a fan in his hand, but he still couldn't reverse the situation of continuous defeat.

"Impossible...this is impossible." His heart was filled with intense resentment and anger.

After falling into the dark side and undergoing brutal training, Marok felt he could easily defeat his former self, and that no Jedi could rival him.

He was fearless, even against the Jedi Masters.

But his first mission was to encounter such a formidable and perilous situation.

This almost caused Marok to fall into self-doubt.

"No...you know nothing about the dark side. I will show you my true power."

The Dark Force erupted, briefly granting Marok immense power, which allowed him to block Lance's attack.

"I've seen it." Lance became serious, taking a few steps back. "It's nothing special. You're the one who knows nothing about the dark side."

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from the spot.

The next moment, a blue light blade appeared at Marok's neck.

Marok felt a sharp pain on his skin as the scorching blade of light was about to fall.

Driven by extreme fear and the will to survive, he unleashed an astonishing reaction speed.

The backward movement and the block were executed in one fluid motion.

But he was still a step too slow.

Clang.

A severed hand, holding a circular lightsaber, fell to the ground.

Marok stood kneeling a dozen meters away, clutching his charred right wrist, his eyes filled with fear.

"escape!"

Marok didn't dare utter a single harsh word and disappeared into the basement without looking back.

"You're lucky you ran fast."

Lance casually deflected the incoming energy beam, then with a flick of his wrist, the fallen circular lightsaber flew into his hand.

They then quickly dealt with the Imperial soldiers blocking their way and caught up with Daiwen and her companions.

As he boarded the railcar, he glanced at a dark corner and looked thoughtful.

......

Besides the judge Marok who fled in disarray, Moore, who watched the entire battle from the shadows, also fell into self-doubt.

In that instant, the Jedi Practitioner unleashed terrifying speed and power, as well as precise control over the Force.

"Such strength...is he really a Jedi apprentice?"

If someone tells him that the other person is actually a Jedi Master.

Moore would believe it without hesitation.

Now he faces a serious question: should he be the teacher or the student? In other words, what does he have to teach?

He watched the railcar disappear from sight, his bloodshot eyes growing increasingly excited: "Interesting, very interesting. Jedi... I must have you."

Inside the secret base, the air was eerily silent.

Luke Castle and several Mandalorians stared at the holographic video transmitted by the spy droid, remaining silent for a long time.

The Mandala culture has always worshipped the strong, and the Death Guard has taken this culture to an extreme.

Even though Moore wasn't a Mandalorian, they still chose to follow him simply because Moore was strong and ruthless.

Now, it seems that someone even stronger than King Mo has emerged.

......

"Take me to the Star Destroyer." Marok fled back to the ground and ordered Imperial soldiers to summon the shuttle.

The situation on Janix has spiraled out of his control.

Not only are there Moores here, but also Jedi Masters with terrifying strength and mysterious identities.

Whenever Marok closes his eyes, the image of that stunning sword strike flashes repeatedly in his mind, sending chills down his spine and causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

The pride and arrogance he had once felt as the top judge vanished under that sword strike.

"Who exactly is he?" Marok racked his brains for all the Jedi Masters' names but couldn't find a single one that matched the description.

After a short wait, a shuttle stopped in front of him.

Marok boarded the spaceship, enduring excruciating pain, and went straight to a special communications room inside the Star Destroyer.

He knelt on one knee, his head bowed.

A holographic projection pops up.

"My master, a mysterious Jedi has appeared in Janix, whose strength is comparable to Lord Vader." Marok extended his severed right hand from the black-clad figure.

Palpatine's face was shrouded in a large hood as he stared at the severed hand: "Comparable to Vader? Continue."

Marok trembled slightly, suppressing his fear, and carefully described the battle.

"We request that the master send more judges."

Palpatine hesitated for a moment, then his deep, hoarse voice echoed in the empty communications room: "Where's Moore?"

"We haven't found Moore yet. He shouldn't be allied with the Jedi." Marok lowered his head even further.

"Judge, the Empire doesn't tolerate incompetence. Don't disappoint me again."