Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"This is... a Generous-class frigate from the separatist forces?!"

To Fennek's astonishment, a colossal vessel slowly emerged from the misty depths of the canyon, disappearing into the clouds with a long trail of flame.

It took her a long time to come to her senses.

A flicker of excitement crossed Finneke's eyes, and he felt even more confident about hijacking the Imperial cargo ship.

She activated the medium-sized bounty hunter transport ship, flew over the Bane's Defender, and aimed her cannons at the ship.

Several bursts of energy, carrying immense power, struck the Defender instantly.

Boom!

Amidst the towering flames, a deafening explosion ripped through the air, and Bane's vehicle was instantly reduced to a pile of wreckage.

Leaving the spaceship here will surely allow the enemy to find it when they come to reinforce it. It's better to just blow it up to prevent them from finding any clues in the flight log.

Having done all this, Fennek piloted the spaceship away.

......

On the bridge of the Generous-class frigate.

Lance sat in the captain's chair and experienced a spaceship built by Holschkessel Drive Corporation.

To be honest... the experience was just so-so.

This wasn't designed for humans at all; it's not as comfortable as you might imagine, and in fact, it's rather unsettling.

"It seems we need to make some modifications."

He rose from the captain's chair, walked to the front of the bridge, and looked into the depths of the starry sky.

"Teacher, shouldn't we give this interstellar spaceship a name?" Omega's voice rang in his ears.

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made sense.

"Indeed, then what do you all think we should name him?" Lance nodded slightly, posing the question.

"How about calling it Heavy Hammer?" Clearing King rubbed his bald head, his eyes gleaming, clearly revealing his ulterior motives.

"Not so great... It would be better to call it Rise, as this spaceship represents that we have begun to establish a foothold in the Milky Way."

Echo immediately refuted this, and then offered his own perspective.

After a moment's thought, the group realized that it made some sense.

The technician adjusted his glasses: "If we follow your logic, I think the Cornerstone would be more suitable."

Lance looked at the chattering crowd, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

If only there were no threat from the Empire, and everyone were just adventurers exploring the galaxy.

He had personally experienced war and understood its cruelty.

It's like a cold meat grinder, mercilessly crushing all the lives trapped within it into dust.

But he also understood that peace is never something that can be begged for, but something that must be won with fists.

Only by completely overthrowing Palpatine can they freely roam the galaxy, instead of hiding and running like this.

As Lance was lost in thought, he felt a slight tugging sensation in his arm.

Ahsoka stood beside him, looking at him curiously: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, I just thought we should celebrate since everyone is so happy."

"It's definitely worth celebrating, but... you need to decide on the name of the spaceship first."

Everyone turned to look at Lance.

As everyone's leader, this honor should rightfully be given to him.

Lance felt a bit pressured as he faced a dozen pairs of eyes.

He has never been good at naming things.

ponder for a moment.

Lance slowly began, "How about we call it the Survivor? We were able to survive the disaster, and we hope that this good fortune will continue, allowing us to live until the day peace arrives."

No one objected to this.

From then on, this frigate, which originally belonged to the Confederate Navy of Independent Systems, was given another label and name—the Survivor.

Having a name gave the starship a greater sense of belonging.

Once everyone's excitement subsided a bit, Lance began to consider their next move.

Funding, manpower, destination.

They weren't short of funds for the time being; they had practically emptied the warehouse when they left the base, and now the ship's hold was piled with a large amount of ammunition, some of which they could sell for credits.

However, manpower was somewhat tight. This 800-meter-long frigate could accommodate several hundred people, but now there were less than ten of them, making the space seem too empty.

Moreover, he was somewhat uneasy about those clumsy robots, not because of their loyalty, but because of their lack of ability.

Not flexible enough, inflexible.

Even with tactical robots in command.

The hunter has strong tactical command skills, but his role is that of a special operations team leader. Putting him in the command room would be a waste of his talent.

Lance stroked his chin thoughtfully: "How about... we bring Rex over? As a captain in the 501st Legion, his combat command ability is beyond doubt."

One last question: Where is their next destination?

Their previous actions have always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile.

Even though there have been a few conflicts, they have all been small in scale.

If they actually hijack an Imperial cargo ship, it will inevitably provoke a furious retaliation from the Empire.

This is not what Lance wanted to see.

Before one's wings are fully grown, secretly developing is the best survival strategy.

But then again... that huge sum of war funds is indeed tempting, and if planned properly, perhaps the situation wouldn't be so bad.

After thinking it through, Lance looked at the hunters and said, "Go and thaw Bain. Try to pry information about the Imperial cargo ship routes out of him."

"Yes, sir." The members of the Extraordinary Squad straightened their expressions, saluted, and left the bridge.

Ahsoka watched them leave, his brow furrowing slightly. "Are you really sure?"

"Hmm... This is a good opportunity. Don't worry, we won't act rashly without being fully prepared."

"I trust you."

Omega watched the two of them being so affectionate and couldn't help but turn her head away.

She felt like she was glowing.

Gu Gu, nestled in my arms, stared with wide eyes, her ears twitching slightly, before picking up a blue cookie and putting it in her mouth.

good to eat!

......

The tedious wait didn't last long before the communicator rang.

When the call connected, it turned out to be Rex.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me? How did you find a frigate from an Independent Galaxy Alliance?!"

In the holographic projection, Rex's eyes showed surprise.

"First do it this way, then do it that way, and you'll find it."

"Haha, then I must congratulate you."

Rex, however, showed no aversion to piloting ships that had once belonged to the separatist movement:

"My gains here are equally substantial; we've discovered suitable bases on several planets. Speaking of which, we have to thank you for bringing back that tactical robot head; otherwise, we might have had to expend a great deal of effort and resources to find them."

"If you really want to thank me, why don't you bring some people to my place? I'm short-staffed."

"I would like to, but we can't do without you here for the time being. Once I've trained a group of qualified soldiers, I will return to your command as soon as possible and fight alongside you again."

"I'm really looking forward to that day."

Rex's expression turned serious, and he revealed the true purpose of this contact:

"Senator Avi Singh of Laxus has been arrested for refusing to obey Imperial orders. Our people have received the senator's plea for help, but as you know, we've been busy settling into our new base and don't have the manpower."

"Has the Empire's reach extended that far... Laxus... If I remember correctly, it belongs to the Independent Star System Alliance, right?"

Lance stroked his chin: "If we lend a hand at this time, we might be able to gain an ally."

"Leave this task to me."