Amir was waiting for an opportunity.
In the continuous defense, he was applying a specific technique. With every parry, he struck the pivot point of the enemy's lightsaber swing. This wasn't just to irritate them; more importantly, Amir was trying to guide the direction of their blades at the moment their force was weakest.
When Obi-Wan defended against his attacks, he could often redirect Amir's own strikes back at him!
Amir was attempting the same thing. Facing two opponents, if he attacked one, his defense would be compromised, and the other would find an opening. Therefore, he could only create opportunities within his defense.
Every time the blades made contact, Amir used the Force to slightly "adhere" to the enemy's blade and strike it at a specific angle, guiding the weapon in the direction he wanted.
At first, Amir couldn't get used to it. He messed up his own rhythm many times and didn't achieve much effect, but he learned very quickly.
During one attack sequence, the Fifth Brother saw Amir block his blade at a unique angle and suddenly twist to the side. In that moment, the Inquisitor felt his lightsaber escape his control! Following his weapon's trajectory, he was horrified to find that the blade seemed to have come alive and betrayed him, moving on its own to intercept the Grand Inquisitor's attack.
Vzzt!
A piercing sound of clashing plasma rang out. The Fifth Brother ignored the Grand Inquisitor's "I'm going to kill you" glare. He suddenly realized that their joint attack rhythm, which had kept Amir pinned down, was now broken. Amir had redirected his attack to block the Grand Inquisitor. This meant Amir's hands were completely free!
Sure enough, Amir seized the opportunity and struck. The green blade, after disengaging from the Fifth Brother's saber, quickly spun around and slashed at the Inquisitor's wrist!
The Fifth Brother was terrified. There was no time to block this strike. He had no choice but to immediately pull back his hands and jump away.
Amir's green blade struck the circular handguard of the Inquisitor's lightsaber but failed to cut through the resistant alloy.
Suddenly, Amir's eyes lit up. As the Fifth Brother was jumping back, Amir's right hand, holding the lightsaber, thrust forward with his palm open.
An invisible, immense force rushed out.
The Fifth Brother was in mid-air during his backward jump, his feet already off the deck. He felt as if he were standing in a trackless ocean, facing a monstrous wave. His body was irresistibly thrown backward. He flew a dozen meters through the air before slamming heavily onto the deck plates. His lightsaber was knocked from his hand, skidding across the floor and almost falling through the magnetic shield into the vacuum of space!
The Grand Inquisitor didn't wait. He immediately swung his lightsaber, interrupting Amir's follow-up.
The two began to fight rapidly. The Grand Inquisitor suddenly had an absurd feeling. He felt that facing this Jedi apprentice alone was much easier than fighting alongside his partner. At least there wasn't an idiot teammate trying to stab him with a lightsaber!
The Fifth Brother felt wronged! Why did this Jedi keep targeting him? Every chance he got, he aimed for his lightsaber or his wrist! After this operation was over, he would definitely endure snide remarks from the bald Pau'an for a long time, and he might even be reported to the higher-ups.
Thinking of that terrifying figure in black armor, the Fifth Brother shuddered. He scrambled to his feet and ran toward his lightsaber.
. . .
Corridor
Gideon led several stormtroopers, with a dozen security droids following behind, rushing quickly toward the hangar.
This operation could not be allowed to fail. Once it failed, all these years of results, his own future, and even his life would be ruined.
He remembered the promise from that shadowy figure. As long as he continued to secretly research the secrets of Force-sensitives and find a stable production method, regardless of the results, he would become the Moff of an entire Sector.
Gideon quickened his pace. He was about to arrive. With the Inquisitors blocking the exit and his own group surrounding him, Amir had no escape. This way, even if this batch of test subjects all died in the Exogorth's attack, and all the data from the auxiliary lab was lost, it wouldn't have too much of an impact on his standing.
BOOM!
Another slight tremor shook the deck. But this time, Gideon heard the sound of droids falling behind him.
This group of shoddily made droids... even using living beings as raw materials, they are still as stupid as standard models. They must be improved in the future!
But as the sound of falling continued, Gideon sensed something was wrong. He whipped his head around.
Under the dim, flickering emergency lights, a field of broken combat droids lay behind him. These tall killing machines, forged from durasteel, looked as if they had been gripped by a giant hand and squeezed flat like fragile rag dolls!
The three stormtroopers beside him nervously raised their blasters, searching everywhere for the enemy.
Suddenly, at the end of the corridor, a bare-chested boy walked out, dragging his heavy feet.
His entire body was covered in bloody, red-to-black lesions. There wasn't a single patch of intact skin on his face, and all the hair on his head was gone, replaced with black, crusted scabs.
Ignoring this terrifying appearance, one could see his unnaturally strong physique.
But he seemed somewhat weak, barely managing to drag his feet, step by step.
As he walked forward, all the combat droids in the corridor, including those already destroyed, were still being continuously crushed by an invisible pressure.
Krr-chak! Krr-chak!
The stormtroopers discovered in horror that their blasters were beginning to collapse inward, making sounds as if under unbearable pressure.
Gideon felt his own breathing become difficult. So many droids! All destroyed so easily, without a sound!
The stormtroopers beside him suddenly began to claw frantically at their own armor. The plastoid plates that protected them were beginning to buckle, becoming accomplices in their deaths!
Gideon ignored them. He just swallowed hard and slowly retreated.
032!!!
Why is he here? Wasn't he always on the brink of death, set to die the moment he left the bacta tank?
How can he be so strong!
Gradually retreating until his back hit the corner bulkhead, Gideon faced the demon walking toward him. He lost even the courage to run.
032 slowly walked up to Gideon and stared at him with cloudy eyes.
Gideon felt an icy coldness from head to toe, as if his life force would be frozen solid in the next moment. He gasped for breath.
BOOM!!!
Another violent impact shook the ship. This time it almost made 032 fall. But Gideon didn't dare make a single move. He had clearly seen how that group of combat droids and stormtroopers had been easily destroyed by 032's power.
The shaking became more violent and more frequent. Gideon had a feeling that the source of the tremors was right beneath his feet!
032 steadied himself and frowned slightly, even though he barely had eyebrows anymore. He seemed impatient. He turned his head and looked around, finally focusing his gaze back on Gideon.
032 slowly raised his ulcerated palm and placed it on Gideon's head.
In an instant, Gideon's mind felt like it was sucked into a whirlpool. He suffocated as he sank, images of his past life flashing rapidly around him.
Am I dying?
He felt death approaching. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't muster a shred of strength. His inner depths were telling him: Give up. Just fall into the depths of the vortex. Everything will end. No desire, no conflict.
Suddenly, he awoke as if from a dream. Gideon opened his eyes and found himself collapsed on the floor. 032 was nowhere to be found.
Only the repeated impacts intensified. The Exogorth seemed to have fallen into a frenzy. Every strike caused the warship to shudder violently.
Gideon knew it wouldn't last much longer. The warship's shield integrity must be at rock bottom. A few more hits, and the hull would be breached. It was too late to go to the hangar now.
He had lost hope. He barely managed to stand up and staggered toward the emergency bulkheads. Along the way, he sealed all the blast doors. This way, if the hull was breached, the bulkheads would provide a barrier, allowing the internal environment to remain pressurized for a little longer.
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