Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

Chapter 57 Tactical Robots, Corellia

"This is one of the fruits of Anakin and Padmé's love."

Lance looked at little Leia, whose bright eyes were full of curiosity about everything, and felt a surge of emotion.

If Anakin hadn't fallen to the dark side, and Padmé hadn't regained the Force during childbirth, what a happy and harmonious family it would have been.

If that were the case, it might still be the Galactic Republic, and Palpatine would have been hacked to death by a bunch of Jedi Masters the moment he showed his face.

He wouldn't have to be reduced to being a homeless dog, hiding everywhere just to survive.

Ahsoka adores little Leia.

Not only because this was her master's descendant, but also because she saw Anakin's continuation in the world.

She reached out her finger and gently touched Leia's chubby little face.

Leia immediately narrowed her eyes, giggled, and reached out her little hand to grasp Asoka's finger.

"How adorable! Anakin would be so happy if he were still alive."

"Although Leia is not my biological daughter, we will treat her as our own, as our own daughter, Audran's little princess."

Congressman Organa put his arm around his wife's waist and looked at little Leia with doting eyes.

"Please keep this a secret. If Palpatine finds out that Anakin's bloodline exists, he will surely do something crazy that could put Leia and us in danger."

"Don't worry, we know the consequences." Lance and Asoka nodded cautiously.

"I'll take Leia to sit down for a bit, you two can chat."

Mrs. Breeha knew her husband had important matters to attend to, and she was now fully focused on raising her daughter and did not want to interfere in those matters.

"You've worked hard, Madam."

Representative Organa helped his wife sit down on a stone bench under the shade of a tree to rest, and then returned to Lance and the others:

"Remember what I said on the communicator: I received extremely important intelligence for the rebels?"

"Of course, what specific intelligence is it?"

"After the war, the Empire enacted a law to shut down all robots manufactured by the Separatist forces and gradually destroy them. In order to rival the Republic, the former Separatists built and marked a large number of secret bases on many planets in the galaxy, and this important intelligence is now exactly what the Rebel Alliance needs."

Representative Organa paused, then continued:

"As the Empire's tyranny continues, more and more people are seeing its true colors and choosing to join the Rebel Alliance. Our forces are now expanding rapidly, and our existing starships can no longer accommodate more members. We urgently need ground bases as a foundation for development. The legacy of the separatist forces perfectly meets our needs."

Lance's eyes lit up; perhaps he could also exchange it for a suitable separatist warship.

If they could find a Generous-class Starfrigate, or even a Divine Will-class Dreadnought or a Rukri Hook-class Battleship, they would have really struck gold.

The space in the Lambda-class shuttle behind me was too small, making cultivation inconvenient; it couldn't even fit a bed.

He and Ahsoka had nowhere to sleep.

"I received intelligence that tactical robots are being stored in a robot smelting plant in Corellia. The databases in their heads likely contain the coordinates of those bases, as well as offensive strategies targeting the Republic's former weak points."

"Those strategies can also help us resist imperial oppression."

"We must obtain the data before the tactical robots are destroyed; it is extremely important for the development of the rebels," Senator Organa explained the mission clearly.

"Understood, let's set off now."

"Thank you for your hard work."

......

The anti-gravity engine started, the spaceship lifted off the ground, unfolded its wings, and soared into the sky.

Lance set the coordinates and pushed down the hyperspace lever.

The shuttle suddenly disappeared into the starry sky.

The Havoc Raider followed closely behind.

Corellia is located in the core region, within square M-10 of the standard galactic grid, close to square M-9. It is not far from Oderon Star, and hyperspace travel would take only about twenty hours.

Lance had gotten somewhat used to space travel, especially with Ahsoka by his side to chat with.

Time slipped away quietly as they chatted and meditated, and before they knew it, they had arrived at Corellia.

Two shuttles landed near the factory.

"Sir, what is our plan?" the hunter asked Lance.

"Coreria is deep within the Empire, so we need to be extremely careful in our operations. We need to be quick in and out, and leave immediately once we have the tactical robot."

Lance set the tone for the operation, patting the hunter on the shoulder:

"I have faith in your leadership skills, so I'm entrusting this mission to you."

The hunter's expression turned serious, and he felt a sense of trust in his heart.

His tactical command skills are beyond doubt, and he quickly formulated a rigorous action plan.

The plan was not complicated: infiltrate the factory, use the echo-hacking data terminal to locate the tactical robot, take it, and leave.

"Okay, let's proceed according to your plan."

The group immediately sprang into action.

Gugu, Omega, R2, and Ahsoka stayed behind on the ship, while Lance, the Hunter, the Technician, Echo, and the Clear King went together.

Both sides have their own desperate situations, so they can calmly deal with any unexpected events that occur on either side.

......

After dodging several waves of patrol robots, Lance and his companions quietly infiltrated the factory.

A wave of heat swept over him, scorching his skin.

He looked around and saw that all the workers were wearing heavy yellow protective suits.

The conveyor belt was filled with shut-down B1 and B2 robots, which were being thrown into a giant furnace.

These robots will be remelted into metal.

"What a waste."

Lance felt a pang of regret.

Although the Trade Federation initially cut costs, resulting in these robots not being very intelligent, they can still be modified to function properly.

"However... if we could get our hands on a large army of robots, they would make excellent cannon fodder. It's a pity we can't take these robots with us..."

He looked away and stopped thinking about it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to pack up and take it with him, but their vehicle didn't have enough space, and the commotion they caused would definitely attract the attention of the Empire, and the fleet could arrive in no time to surround them.

It's not worth putting yourself in a life-or-death situation for such material possessions.

The group hid in the shadows and waited until the worker behind the control panel left before approaching.

Echo raised the robotic arm and inserted the data port.

After a moment, he lowered his voice:

"Found it. There's only one tactical robot left in this smelting plant, right at the very top."

Lance's gaze followed the direction he was pointing to, and there hung on the teleportation chain a robot with a head that was completely different from B1B2's, waiting to be destroyed.

"Hunter, you and I will go up and get it. The rest of you, stay on guard."

The two men crouched down, avoiding the workers' gaze, and slowly approached their target.

A few minutes later, they finally arrived near the teleportation chain.

"The data of tactical robots is stored in their heads, so they don't need a body."

Lance looked at the target not far away and slowly raised his hand.

The Force surged and enveloped the robot's head.

While the workers weren't looking, he made a feinting grab with his fingers.

The tactical robot's head separated from its body in an instant and was firmly held in Lance's hand.

"Got it!"