Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

Chapter 53 Removing the Suppression Chip and the Crashed Jedi Starfighter

The medical pod was successfully activated shortly after the group waited.

"Who wants to go first?" Lance asked, looking at the members of the Extraordinary Squad.

Despite the success of Rex's case, they still had some concerns about the surgery, which involved operating on the head.

"I have scanned Rex's brain and compared it with ours, which has roughly pinpointed the location of the inhibitor chip."

The technician adjusted his glasses and continued, "The success rate of the surgery... is around 70% to 80%."

Upon hearing this, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You overlooked one person," Lance added, "Asoka. With her around, the success rate should be close to 99%."

"You're right, I overlooked that."

The hunter took a deep breath and stepped forward: "As the captain, I'll go first."

After saying that, he lay down in the medical pod.

The technician squatted down and operated the machine, quickly locating the chip on the display screen.

My fingers tapped a few times deftly.

Release of anesthetic gas.

The operation begins.

......

The surgery itself wasn't long, but everyone was on tenterhooks, feeling like every minute was an ordeal.

Suddenly, the screen lit up green.

The medical pod slowly opened, and the hunter lay quietly inside.

There was only a tiny wound above the ear.

The technician looked at the patient's vital signs on the screen: "The surgery was a success, everything is normal."

Omega, who was lying next to the medical pod, quickly asked, "Then why hasn't the hunter woken up?"

"It's probably because the anesthetic hasn't worn off yet."

"When will you wake up?"

"About ten minutes."

After waiting a while, the hunter slowly opened his eyes.

"How are you feeling now?" The technician scanned the hunter's head with a data scanner.

"Aside from feeling a little dizzy, I don't feel any other discomfort."

The group immediately felt completely relieved.

"The rest are the technician and the obstacle clearer. Who wants to go first?" Lance asked, looking at the two of them.

"Technician...you go first." Clearing King scratched his head.

"I still need to remove the chip for you... You can go first." The technician adjusted his glasses.

"King of Clearance, it's alright." Omega reached out her little hand and took his finger.

The King of Clearing Barriers looked down at her and sighed softly, "Alright..."

After another several tens of minutes of waiting, the technician began the surgery.

The chip removal surgery was very successful.

With the potential danger eliminated, everyone felt much more at ease.

"Lance, are you trying to move the medical pod?"

Ahsoka saw through his thoughts and couldn't help but ask him.

"Yes...it's a bit old, but all functions are working properly. If we can move it, we can save a considerable amount of credits."

Although the purchase of the medical pods was entrusted to Congressman Organa, Lance still wanted to save as much money as possible.

The technician immediately chimed in, "According to the Republic's procurement order, a medical pod would cost approximately several hundred thousand credits."

"So expensive?"

Clearing King shook his slightly dizzy head, stunned by the price.

"Only four or five thousand credits are needed in the market."

Why is there such a big difference?

"...The waters here run very deep."

Lance was not surprised by this; Commissioner Smith could still perform consistently no matter where he was.

"Technician, can you take this machine apart?"

"It's possible, but it will take some time... The main issue is that our shuttle doesn't have enough space to accommodate it."

"..."

Going out to pan for gold without a shovel is like going to the toilet without toilet paper.

Lance had no choice but to abandon the idea.

"However... I just checked the ship's inventory list and found that some weapons and ammunition haven't been taken. These supplies are worth a lot of credits."

The technician's words rang in Lance's ears, jolting him awake.

"ammunition?"

Lance, realizing the need for this in the upcoming operation, immediately said, "Take the most valuable part and leave in an hour."

"Yes, sir!"

Rex was the first to stand at attention and salute, and the hunters followed suit almost simultaneously.

......

The warehouse inventory was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations, filling up the spaceships of several people.

Lance wished he could empty the place, but time was tight and there weren't enough people. He also lamented that the spaceship they were in wasn't big enough, so he had to give up most of the supplies, which went to the Scavengers' Guild.

"I must get a bigger spaceship when I have the chance."

He felt a pang of heartache, took one last reluctant look at the warehouse, and turned to leave the abandoned cruiser.

You can't blame him for being greedy; even in dire straits, one must eat.

Fuel, supplies, weapons and ammunition, spaceship maintenance, and so on—all of these require credits.

He can't very well become a pirate and rob people everywhere; he can only buy things with money.

Lance sat in the pilot's seat and started the spaceship's engines.

The shuttle flew straight into space.

They wanted to reach the other side of Braca, but they couldn't just fly there.

The Scavengers' Guild monitors the entire planet.

There might be some security lapses, but if someone just flies over there blatantly, the guild will definitely find out.

Therefore, they had to fly out of Blaca first and then drill into it from outer space.

"Rex, the Extraordinary Squad, you will serve as our backup. Stay nearby and wait for our signal."

"Sir, are you sure you don't need us to follow you?" Rex's voice carried a hint of worry.

"No need. This is just a reconnaissance mission; the fewer people, the better."

"Okay... good luck to you."

Lance piloted the shuttle and plunged into Braca once again.

The spacecraft was stuck in a crevice among a pile of spacecraft wreckage, tens of kilometers away from the source of the distress signal.

Stopping too close could lead directly into the enemy's trap.

They need to sneak in quietly, and even if it's a trap, they'll be the ones to spot the other side first.

"We'll have to walk the rest of the way."

"Let's go, this distance is nothing."

"R2, keep an eye on the spaceship."

"Beep beep!"

The hatch opened.

Lance and Ahsoka quietly stepped off the spaceship, each donning a gray-brown cloak that blended almost perfectly with the surroundings.

They moved quickly among the wreckage.

Hours later, a towering steel city appeared before the two.

"The signal source is in the city."

Lance looked at the receiver; the coordinates were inside the city.

"Want to go in?" Ahsoka asked, looking at him.

Lance hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Go, and be careful to follow behind me."

"it is good."

Ahsoka had no doubts; his eyes were resolute.

The two proceeded cautiously again, and did not find any suspicious signs along the way, but they still dared not let their guard down and were prepared to evacuate at any time.

To their surprise, they successfully infiltrated the city and mingled in the dirty streets filled with the smell of engine oil and rust, without discovering anything unusual.

"Isn't this a trap?"

The closer Lance got to the signal source, the more vigilant he became.

Until they discovered a crashed Jedi Starfighter on the roof of a tall building.

Lance handed the binoculars to Ahsoka: "Perhaps it really was one of the Jedi who survived from Order 66."