Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

Chapter 1: Jedi Apprentice Lance Black and his Master Pro Kong

Long, long ago, in a distant galaxy...

......

Coruscant.

Jedi Temple, Medical Room.

Lance Black, dressed in a light brown Jedi robe with a lightsaber at his waist, sat bored on a medical bed, a hint of liveliness in his dark blue eyes.

His head was wrapped in white bandages, with only a section of his apprentice's braid visible behind his right ear.

His left hand was also wrapped in bandages, with a strip of cloth wrapped around his neck, suspending his arm in front of his chest.

A GH-7 medical robot hovered beside the bed, its miniature anti-gravity engine emitting an extremely faint rumble.

On its flat metal head, two electronic eyes emitted a blue light.

GH-7 raised its slender, multi-functional arm and carefully untied the straps.

In a short while, his short black hair was freed.

A refreshing coolness washed over his scalp, and Lance let out a soft sigh of relief.

GH-7's two electronic eyes each emitted a blue laser, scanning his head back and forth several times:

"The wound has completely healed without leaving any scars."

Lance raised his hand and gently touched the back of his head, feeling no protrusion whatsoever, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, hurry up and remove the one on my left hand too."

"It will be demolished immediately."

With its professional tools and techniques, the splint and bandage on the left hand were quickly removed.

Two blue lasers swept across, following the same process.

GH-7 looked up at Lance, its voice coming from the speaker in its mouth:

"The bones have mostly healed, but are not fully recovered. We recommend another 30 days of rest."

"You're only 15 years old, which is the age when you're still growing."

"Get plenty of rest, sufficient sleep, and appropriate exercise to speed up recovery."

"Don't overtrain anymore, otherwise it may leave lasting effects."

The medical robot diligently provided various rehabilitation suggestions and precautions.

Lance moved his wrist a few times and felt no pain, only a slight discomfort:

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. If you feel unwell, please come to the medical room for a check-up."

After saying that, GH-7 drifted to the side and busied itself among the various instruments.

As Lance walked out of the medical room, his mind involuntarily drifted back to the events of the past few days.

To be more specific, that strange dream.

Just a week ago, Lance was still on the planet Katonemoydia in the colony system, fighting alongside his master, Master Pro Kong, to drive out the remnants of separatism and help the locals reclaim their occupied land.

He led a squad of clone soldiers in a flanking attack, killing the defending robot army and successfully storming into the fortress.

Unexpectedly, the tactical robot activated the fortress's self-destruct program.

Lance led his soldiers in a desperate sprint, and just as one foot stepped out of the fortress gate, a violent explosion occurred behind them.

With a deafening roar, flames shot into the sky, and the powerful shockwave sent everyone flying.

In mid-air, he was unfortunately hit on the head by a rock and immediately lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the ground, unable to move.

Internal organs shifted, and all the bones in my body felt as if they were being crushed to pieces. Excruciating pain pierced my brain, and blood dripped incessantly from my forehead.

In a daze, he seemed to see a figure clad in a Jedi robe rushing towards him, followed by many white figures.

I heard my master's urgent voice, which echoed heavily in my ears.

He managed to hold on for about ten seconds before his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness again.

He didn't wake up until several days later, finding himself on a cruiser returning to Coruscant.

From then on, he would have a strange yet coherent dream every night.

In his dream, the place where he was born was called Earth, a blue jungle planet.

Its diameter is only 12756 kilometers, five or six times smaller than Coruscant.

Civilization was in its initial stage, and the only intelligent beings among the original inhabitants were humans.

The planet's technology has not yet reached the stage of interstellar travel, but its civilization is extremely profound and brilliant.

In its short history of just a few thousand years, countless famous figures and masterpieces have been born.

Their thoughts and wisdom have been passed down through the ages, converging and blending together to give rise to even more novel and profound truths.

Many of the principles he learned from these teachings were very beneficial to him, as if they had opened the door to a new world.

His consciousness resides in an infant.

Unable to speak or control their body.

You can only experience a different life from that person's perspective.

From infancy to adulthood, from elementary school to high school to university to entering society.

An extremely ordinary world, an ordinary life.

until......

A movie appeared in the picture—Star Wars.

Familiar faces appeared one after another on the computer screen: Master Yoda, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Master Mace Windu, Chancellor Palpatine, Count Dooku, General Grievous...

Anakin is the prophesied son, tasked with balancing the Force.

Representative Amydala's real name is Padmé.

Anakin actually defied the Jedi Order's doctrine and secretly started a sweet romance with Padmé.

And he got her pregnant!

Palpatine is so wicked. As the Speaker of the Galactic Republic, Anakin already has someone he likes, yet he's always trying to seduce her.

"...What an absurd dream."

"Anakin's loyalty to the Order and the Council is beyond question, how could he do something so contrary to dogma?"

Lance shook his head slightly at this thought, assuming it was just a side effect of the head injury.

Master Yoda once taught that dreams are sometimes illusions where the Force and reality intertwine, foreshadowing future dangers or emotional obsessions.

But those dreams are often only fragmented and vague.

It's impossible to watch a long and continuous movie like he does.

However, Lance couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity, wondering how the story would unfold.

......

"Resting is impossible."

Lance completely forgot about the doctor's orders as soon as he left the house.

With the battle at the front lines in full swing, he had to rush there as soon as possible to relieve the pressure on his master.

Lance went to the communications room, tapped a few times on the communications console screen, and selected one of the communications channels.

Drop drop drop.

A moment later, a holographic projection popped up.

Master Pro Kong is a Kyleman from the planet Dorin.

He has short, thick, tendril-like structures extending from the sides of his head, and he wears a black mask and metal goggles year-round.

He was tall and imposing, draped in a brown Jedi robe, exuding a calm, silent, and authoritative aura.

"Apprentice Lance, how is your injury healing?"

Lance unconsciously straightened up, filled with reverence for his master, Jedi Master, and committee member:

"I have fully recovered and can now return to the front lines."

Pro Kong nodded, and a faint smile could be seen on his face.

He waved his hand and said softly:

"No rush, take good care of yourself."

"After you conquer that most stubborn fortress, only a small remnant of separatist forces remains in Catonemoydia, and they are no longer a threat. We will soon achieve victory."

"I'll come back to Coruscant to see you after this mission is over."

Langston became a little anxious and quickly spoke up:

"Master..."

Just then, a clone soldier appeared in the holographic projection, seemingly to deliver military intelligence.

Procon interrupted Lance:

"It's settled then."

"Make good use of this time and focus on learning the knowledge I'm going to impart to you."

He paused, his words carrying a hint of warmth:

"When I get back, I'll be checking on your learning progress."

As soon as he finished speaking, the holographic projection disappeared.

Communication ended.

Lance sighed softly into the communicator, a sense of loss rising in his heart.

next moment.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and thought to himself:

"We absolutely cannot let our master down; we must make him utterly astonished."