Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

Chapter 35 The Crisis of Omega, Arrival at Pantora

Rama Su looked at Nara Sai, his gaze gradually sharpening:

"We need to produce a 'work' that exceeds the Empire's expectations."

"We used Jango Fett's original genetic template to perfectly replicate two unmodified clones."

"One of them, Boba Fett, has gone missing."

"Now, only one remains."

He stared at Nora Sey and slowly uttered the name:

"Omega".

Tarn Way added calmly:

"She is one of our most important assets right now."

Nora Sey's expression remained calm.

His fingers, hanging at his sides, tightened almost imperceptibly.

Rama Su walked up to her and gazed at her:

"Send someone to find her."

"After extracting her cell samples..."

He paused.

The voice remained calm, yet icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Get rid of it."

In his eyes, Omega is just a valuable commodity.

Once a product loses its value, it can be easily discarded.

The room was quiet for a moment.

A few seconds later, Nora Sai slowly lowered her head:

"I see."

"prime minister."

Rama Su nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at the sea outside the window.

Nara Sey walked slowly out of the office.

The automatic door closed behind me.

She walked gracefully down the pristine white corridor, but a complex emotion gradually surfaced in the depths of her calm eyes.

Nara Sai took the elevator to her private laboratory.

Identity verification passed, and the previously dimly lit room was instantly illuminated by incandescent lights.

She walked to the communications station and activated an encrypted channel.

Soon, a holographic figure wearing a helmet appeared.

Nora Sey's tone remained calm and gentle:

"I have a task for you."

She paused for a moment, then slowly began to speak:

"I need you to find this little girl and bring her to this place."

As she spoke, she tapped the communication console, and Omega's holographic projection popped up instantly.

"But don't hurt her."

Fennek Shand nodded slightly.

She is a professional bounty hunter who cares about nothing but the reward.

"You're the employer, you're in charge."

"As long as the compensation is generous enough."

Nora Seymour nodded gently in a low voice:

"Rest assured, you will be absolutely satisfied."

......

The Cataclysm Raider suddenly appeared in a void.

Ahead in the field of vision is a yellowish-brown planet—Pantora.

The shuttle passed through the clouds, and a city draped in red came into view.

The hunter piloted the spaceship and slowly landed in an old repair shop that resembled a circular pit.

After a slight tremor, the Marauder landed smoothly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the long and hungry journey came to a temporary end.

That's right, due to insufficient supplies, they had to reduce their food intake.

Of the group, only Gu Gu never went hungry.

A few bites are enough to fill you up.

This fully utilizes the advantage of his small size.

Lance and the others were still able to endure it.

But for the competitive eater and the challenger, it was undoubtedly a difficult period.

As soon as the spaceship landed, he started clamoring to have a big meal.

The hatch opened, and a group of people disembarked from the spaceship.

They had all disguised themselves.

Lance wrapped Gugu in his clothes to cover his obvious racial features.

He himself wore a straw hat to avoid being seen by the surveillance cameras.

Just to be on the safe side, he applied several more coats of colored glaze to his face.

The hunter took off his black armor and put on an old, light green cloth outfit.

Echo disguised himself as a robot, which perfectly matched his own image.

The technician adjusted his glasses and looked at the obstacle clearing expert:

"Our primary task is to disrupt the spacecraft's signature key."

King Qingzhang looked at him displeasedly and retorted loudly:

"That's your top priority."

Omega turned her head to observe her surroundings, filled with curiosity about everything:

"This is Pantora!"

The group began to discuss their action plan.

Hunter, Echo, and Omega went to buy supplies.

Clearance King, the mechanic, and Lance stayed at the repair shop to replace the signature key.

The key is located inside the spaceship's interior and requires the removal of many parts from the outside to retrieve it.

Gu Gu only needs to sleep and act cute.

Lance plans to ask Congressman Organa for a starship.

In these extraordinary times, there are very few people we can trust.

The fact that Master Obi-Wan and Master Yoda still sought the help of Senator Organa after Order 66 shows that he is a trustworthy person.

At least, he's on the Jedi's side.

But before that, Lance needs to get the contact information of MP Organa.

"Unfortunately, the Marauder doesn't have a senator's communication channel."

Lance sighed inwardly.

Now, he has no choice but to settle for second best and risk going to Senator Lieu Church.

Congressman Church had a good reputation during the Republic era and was close to Padmé.

This is the most suitable candidate he can think of at the moment.

But he would wait until the members of the Extraordinary Squad left Pantora before he could begin his operation.

This way, even if Senator Church betrays him, he can easily escape on his own.

The members of the Extraordinary Squad are powerful, but they need to take care of two children, so they are not suitable to go on adventures with me.

Suddenly, Lance sensed someone approaching, immediately lowered the brim of his hat, and turned his head to look.

A Salest man wearing a dark brown coat was walking towards them.

The Salestes are a humanoid race with double chins, mouse-like ears, and large, round eyes.

They are generally around 1.5 meters tall, but possess a perfect sense of direction and memory.

He can remember almost every road he has traveled and every map he has seen; he is a natural-born excellent pilot and navigator.

The repair shop owner approached them, holding a data tablet in his hand and a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

He put one hand on his hip, held a toothpick in the other, and looked up at them:

"Are you here for repairs?"

The technician adjusted his glasses and walked up to him:

"It only requires some minor adjustments and refueling."

The boss waved his hand:

"Please make yourself at home, but I need to scan your spaceship."

The Clearing King stood with his hands on his hips, blocking his way.

Looking down at me from above, his eyes held an undisguised threat, and the grotesque scar on one cheek added to his menacing aura.

"are you sure?"

The boss was a man of wide experience, but he rarely encountered such a fierce person.

But the fact that he was able to establish himself here shows that he has some courage.

Moreover, he has an excellent memory.

Not only did they recognize it as an Omega-class attack shuttle, but they also thought of a bounty.

He paused for a few seconds, his expression unchanged, pinching the toothpick in his mouth:

"Perhaps we can skip this step."

Having said that, he stretched out one hand and rubbed his fingers together:

"If I had some... financial incentive..."

Their eyes met, and they began to communicate silently.

They simply found a place to alter the ship's signature and purchase supplies, then disappeared from the Empire's sight.

Keeping a low profile and avoiding trouble are their guiding principles.

Subduing a Saleste is simple, but it will bring them unnecessary trouble.

The hunter, adhering to the principle of "the less trouble, the better," shook his head slightly.

The technician took out thirty credits from his pouch and placed them in the boss's palm.

"Is this enough to encourage you?"

The Salest man continued to look at him.

Clearly, this was not enough to satisfy his appetite.

Left with no other option, the technician took out another thirty credits.

The boss then withdrew his hand with satisfaction, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"It's a pleasure to work with you."