Star Wars Volume 2 Chapter 11: Blade Light
The ancient sea of dunes is littered with the wreckage of spaceships abandoned during thousands of years of interstellar travel. It is also the source of most of Tatooine's machinery. The farmers of the steam farms rely on the recycling machinery provided by the Jawas to maintain the production of agricultural products.
Tatooine is a planet built on garbage and crime. The criminal group controlled by Jabba the Hutt and the trading circle of the steam farm constitute all the social factors here. This remote and desolate planet is a paradise for thieves, liars and robbers, but ironically, this planet has the influence to subvert the galactic regime.
The largest source of goods for Chen Ang's second-hand repair shop is this sea of sand. The slow and stupid Jawas provide him with the parts and supplies he needs. This is a magical place, and for Chen Ang, it is an undeveloped treasure trove.
Tens of thousands of technological products are buried under the sand dunes. They come from at least hundreds of different civilizations. The incredible technologies are dazzling. The anti-gravity engine here is just a common, inexpensive and high-quality consumer product.
According to the legend among the scavengers on Tatooine, someone once found a gravity well projector here that could create a gravity comparable to that of a planet. It is said that there was also a military hyperspace thruster. This was a fatal attraction for Chen Ang.
"Teacher, look here!" A red electronic eye was floating in front of Anakin. He staggered on the silver plate and pointed at a blurry red dot on the screen of the electronic eye.
This old type of electronic eye is usually used on old robots. It has performance comparable to large radars and sonars on Earth, but is even more accurate. Chen Ang modified one to search for objects buried under sand dunes. The sand is flowing, and anything valuable will not be exposed to the air.
A tentacle-like mechanical snake swung twice flexibly and burrowed into the sand. After a while, it emerged from the sand with a piece of worn-out metal parts, shaking its head and tail as it came in front of Chen Ang.
"Yes, it's an electromagnetic flow assisted engine, which should be from a crashed flying boat." Chen Ang said with some surprise.
"Teacher, will you use it to complete the armor? The red one in your room." Anakin was obviously obsessed with the pile of experimental products in Chen Ang's room.
Chen Ang frowned. The iron armor he imitated on a whim was obviously not his masterpiece. It was only after he completed it that he realized that this weapon that restricted his flexible body movements was completely useless. Its lethality and resistance to attacks were not as good as those of the flying robot.
The protective ability is poor, and it has no protection against high temperature, electromagnetic, and energy weapons. Perhaps the metal can be safe, but the people inside will probably be heated and cooked. In a place like Earth where kinetic weapons are the main weapons, it is not the best, and in the interstellar era, it is even more eliminated.
Unless an energy shield is installed, it has no practical value. But if there is an energy shield, what is the role of the protective ability of the steel armor? Compared with those flexible combat robots, this armor that hinders the flexibility of the human body is just a tin can.
But this was just his idea. Anakin was attracted by the cool appearance and couldn't forget this big toy.
"Anakin, Jedi Knights don't use armor." Chen Ang knew how to get rid of this kid's attention.
As expected, when Anakin heard about the Jedi Knight, he immediately threw the iron armor behind his mind. He had dreamed of the Force since he was a child, and his behavior was unconsciously imitating the Jedi. His biggest dream was to become an excellent Jedi and come back to liberate the slaves on Tatooine.
He excitedly grasped the black handle at his waist and was obviously very fond of this lightsaber-like weapon.
"Anakin, fly higher!" Suddenly, Chen Ang's face darkened. He controlled the silver disc to fly high into the sky. Anakin looked down in confusion. Dozens of Sand People wrapped in thick robes and wearing masks riding on Bansha beasts appeared from a distance and approached them in the blink of an eye.
"No!" Anakin shouted on the silver plate. His body struggled violently, trying to get rid of the gravity beam that was sucking him. The Sand People were the nightmare of the scavengers. They would torture and kill every outsider they saw, rob the scavengers of their wealth, and chop off their heads to show off their martial arts.
These aliens, whose bodies are hidden in robes, wield Garfield sticks in their hands. The sharpened superalloy stick heads are enough to tear the alloy deck of a spacecraft. The Sand People use the toughest metal they can find to make this weapon, usually the keel of the spacecraft's chassis, and its performance is indestructible.
Chen Ang raised his eyelids. Unlike Anakin who was worried and emotional, his expression was calm, as if he didn't care at all that he was surrounded.
From a distance, a Sandman fired a shot at the silver disc suspended in the sky, but Chen Ang considered the range of the projectile rifles used by the Sandmen, so that they could not hit the silver disc high up in the sky. A Sandman riding a Bansha beast roared, swung a deadly alloy rod, and hit Chen Ang's head.
There was only a buzzing sound, and a white blade of light chopped down obliquely. A scorching white blade light wrapped around Chen Ang's figure and shot out, lightly touching the alloy rod. The powerful ion blade cut through the super alloy, and there was only a faint sound of electric current, and the sand man's head soared into the sky.
The sand man who rushed over roared angrily, pulled the reins of Bansha, jumped down from it with a nimble figure, and strode towards Chen Ang. A sturdy sand man in the lead kicked his legs hard and rushed up to a height of several meters. The poisoned alloy rod in his hand smashed towards Chen Ang's head with a strong sound of wind.
The light blade flew like a dragon, a long river of white light rolled back, silently spreading a silver glow, the overlapping light and shadows made people dizzy, only a hot white light could be seen, the sand man could not help but close his eyes, relying on a slight impression in his heart, he swung the blade stick in his hand.
But Chen Ang had already stepped back and held the light blade diagonally in front of the sand man. He watched the sand man fall on the light blade, and both the man and the gun were split into two. The alloy rod flew out of his hand and sank into the sand in front of him.
The Sand People have a special body structure and can often exert extremely powerful strength. They often climb cliffs thousands of meters high with their bare hands, can jump between steep rocks, and dig rock caves to live in with their bare hands. Even when using cold weapons, they are the most terrifying attackers on Tatooine.
But in Chen Ang's hands, their bodies that were as tough as steel were as thin as tofu, and their rubbery skin was as thin as a piece of paper under the blade. With a slight scratch, they were split in half.
The sand people wailed in unison and stared at Chen Ang angrily. They gathered together, coordinated with each other, struck alloy rods, sang unknown songs, and pressed towards Chen Ang. After losing their companions, they became even more brutal and calm, trying to put psychological pressure on Chen Ang.
"So noisy." Chen Ang gently swung his light blade and looked at the group of fierce sand people. "In the wasteland, the strong are respected! Isn't this the law of survival on Tatooine ?"
He pointed his toes and rushed out like a ghost . A blazing white blade flashed by. Although the sand man swung the alloy rod in his hand tightly, Chen Ang knocked it lightly, and the door was wide open. The blade of light flashed from his body and disappeared.
"Ziz!" There was an electric sound and a burning smell came from his wound. The Sand Man's body was cut in half, but not a drop of blood was spilled. The high-energy light blade sealed his wound and killed him instantly.
Dozens of sand people rushed forward, screaming miserably. This group of aliens were as agile as wild beasts. Their long hunting life made them experienced and they cooperated well. Several lightning bolts shot out from their metal rods, entangled on their bodies, and rushed towards Chen Ang.
Chen Ang held the light blade in his hand, as agile as a civet cat. He raised the light blade towards the first sand man who rushed up. With a flick of his wrist, dozens of light shadows were slashed out at the same time. The high-speed vibrating light blade easily cut the sand man in half, including the stick.
At the same time, he used the light blade to slash forward twice seemingly casually, blocking the alloy blade stick that the sand man was stabbing at him. The vibration force of the light blade shook their weapons away, and he slashed them in the waist, causing the two upper bodies to fall diagonally.
Chen Ang pulled back and fired the blaster in his left hand at the chest of a sandman. At the same time, he extended the light blade in his right hand, picked up the alloy rod on the ground, swung it backhandedly, and pierced the chest of the sandman who was blocking the particle beam.
The waving light blade cut off the lightning. Chen Ang tapped the ground with his toes and flew into the air. In an instant, he passed by the four sand man bandits who were surrounding him. The light blade turned into a sword flower and swept across their throats tenderly. A move derived from the Hengshan sword technique, Huifeng Luoyan, swung out five or six light circles and hit the sand man's head.
Nine heads dropped to the ground. Anakin held his breath and looked at Chen Ang below, who was like a god of death and his sword skills were as fast as lightning. His heart was shaken and excitement appeared in his eyes.
