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C45 I’m Star-Lord *edited*
🕑 Added 2024-04-13 12:26:39 +0000 UTCAfter being turned down again by R’Klll for being “too young,” which annoyed Peter to no end, he set aside his teenage hormones to focus on the task at hand. He helped her capture the necessary photographs of Gamora from a distance, ensuring she could fulfill at least part of her obligation to Maw.
Before she could leave, Peter insisted on knowing the details of her next meeting with Ebony Maw. Reluctantly, R’Klll stayed a bit longer as she sent the message that her mission was complete, which prompted Maw to send the coordinates, where she’s supposed to meet him.
Suddenly, a flicker of concern passed across her face, prompting her to pause for a moment.
She turned to Peter, her eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion. “You’re not planning to do anything reckless with the information I’ve given you, are you? Like attacking Maw or something equally foolish that could put my life at risk?”
Peter met her gaze, his expression composed, and his response smooth. “No,” he assured her with an easy smile, lying like a pro. “I’m just trying to gather information to help the Jedi understand the man Maw works for. No direct actions are planned.”
‘Well, technically that’s not a lie. I still need to convince Yoda…’ He thought.
R’Klll seemed surprised to hear that Maw had a boss, a detail she hadn’t considered significant until now. However, she didn’t press the matter further; unlike Peter, she preferred not to delve too deeply into the affairs of others.
Her goal was simple: complete the job, get paid, and move on with her life intact.
“Alright,” R’Klll said after a moment, her tone still carrying a hint of skepticism but accepting his answer. “Just remember, any trouble that comes my way from this… we’re going to have a problem.”
“Understood,” Peter replied, his tone sincere. “You won’t have any trouble from me.”
Satisfied with his assurance, R’Klll gave a curt nod and was about to leave, but before she could, Peter convinced her to hand over her contact info. And although she handed it over because of their agreement, she suspected he wanted it just so he could keep flirting with her.
“Alright, R’Klll, I guess this is goodbye then. For now,” Peter said, his tone a mix of professionalism tinged with his budding charm.
R’Klll nodded, her expression a complex mix of relief and concern. “Yes, goodbye, Quill. And… thank you, I suppose. For helping me navigate this… less than ideal situation.”
Peter flashed a grin, “Anytime. And hey, if you ever reconsider about that date—”
“Still no,” R’Klll cut him off with a slight smile, softening the rejection. “But maybe you can give me a call when you’re older...”
“Really?!” Peter almost didn’t believe what he just heard.
Holding back her laughter at how enthusiastic he suddenly became, R’Klll shrugged, “Maybe? Maybe not?” She answered cryptically, enjoying the playful banter a little more than she expected.
“I’ll hold you to it then…” Peter smirked.
With a final nod, R’Klll turned and left the temple, her steps quick and purposeful. Peter watched her go, feeling a mix of satisfaction and anticipation, especially as she rocked her backside back and forth, which she seemed to be shaking a bit more than usual…
‘God damn…’ Peter’s teenage brain made it hard for him to look away.
After she left, and his hormones subsided, Peter stood there for a moment, pondering the weight of the information she had provided and the potential it held.
Despite his assurances to R’Klll, part of him couldn’t help but consider the strategic advantage of knowing Maw’s location. He knew the importance of keeping his new ally safe, but the temptation to strike a decisive blow against Thanos’s forces was just too good to pass up.
Shaking off these thoughts for the moment, Peter headed off to find his masters, Mace Windu and Yoda, to report everything.
As he walked, he rehearsed what he would say, preparing to outline not just the information about Maw, but also the potential risks and benefits of acting on it. But sadly, the decisions that lay ahead were not his alone to make.
‘Hopefully, they agree with me…’
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Peter stood before his Jedi masters, his report just concluded. The silence that followed was heavy, reflective of the weight of his words. Both Mace Windu and Yoda had listened intently, their faces etched with deep contemplation. As the last echoes of his voice faded, it was Yoda who spoke first, his voice firm and unequivocal.
“No, Peter,” Yoda said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Approve of this plan, we cannot.”
Mace Windu nodded in agreement, his expression stern. “Engaging in an ambush and assassination goes against the very principles of the Jedi Order. We are keepers of the peace, not hitmen.”
Peter’s frustration was palpable as he argued that they had a chance to strike a significant blow against Thanos by targeting one of his key Generals. Yet, they didn’t change their minds.
Yoda acknowledged Peter’s intentions but cautioned against actions that could lead them down a dark path, emphasizing the need for careful deliberation rather than hasty decisions.
And just as he thought that it couldn’t get any worse, Windu began to reprimand Peter for his decision to aid someone who had infiltrated the temple. Windu, his tone serious, addressed Peter, "This was a serious lapse in judgment…”
Peter, feeling the weight of his masters’ disapproval yet unwilling to give up, pressed on, “Although I don’t believe I was wrong, I understand your concerns, and apologize if I’ve broken your trust.” He said before getting back on track, “But, we need to use this information somehow, even if it’s just to track Maw. No engagement, just surveillance. If we know where he goes, we might be able to discover Thanos’s base of operations. We need critical information if we’re to plan effectively against him.”
Windu and Yoda exchanged a glance, the former’s brow furrowed in thought. After a moment, Yoda spoke, “Careful we must be, but agree with you, I do.”
Windu sighed, his stance softening slightly. “Surveillance could be acceptable…”
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Peter left the meeting with a mixture of feelings swirling inside him. Relief was there because they had agreed to try to track Maw, a decision that could provide them with critical intelligence about Thanos’s operations.
Yet, annoyance simmered just as potently, stemming from their strict adherence to Jedi principles which, in Peter’s view, sometimes seemed overly cautious, especially given the looming threat of Thanos.
Their unwillingness to eliminate Maw when they had the chance was most definitely a missed opportunity. However, Peter knew arguing further would be fruitless; the Jedi Masters were firm in their philosophy, and no amount of debate would sway them towards assassination, even if it’s the most logical and good thing to do.
But with a plan in place to at least keep an eye on Maw, Peter felt they were at least making some progress, even if it wasn’t the leaps and bounds he had hoped for.
Shrugging off the heavier thoughts, Peter decided not to let the situation bother him more than it should. ‘They’re right about one thing,’ he mused, ‘acting in haste can lead to mistakes. And we can’t afford mistakes, not with Thanos.’ This pragmatic acceptance helped him refocus on what they could do rather than dwelling on what they wouldn’t.
-Timeskip-
Two years had passed since Peter encountered the stunning Skrull Empress and the Jedi succeeded in planting a tracker on Ebony Maw's ship. This strategic move allowed them to locate the Mad Titan's base of operations in the uncharted expanses of wild space, though they haven’t launched an attack, at least not yet.
Meanwhile, Peter, now 14 and hardened by countless battles, fought alongside his master, Mace Windu, on the front lines of the war between the Nova Corps and the Kree. With his Walkman blasting his favorite tunes, Peter practically danced through the battlefield, his movements fluid and precise, a stark contrast to the grim task of war he had grown accustomed to.
🚨Play War by Edwin Starr🚨
🎶War, huh, yeah🎶
🎶What is it good for?🎶
🎶Absolutely nothing, uhh🎶
🎶War, huh, yeah🎶
🎶What is it good for?🎶
🎶Absolutely nothing🎶
🎶Say it again, y'all🎶
🎶War, huh (good God)🎶
🎶What is it good for?
🎶Absolutely nothing, listen to me, oh🎶
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Both Master and Padawan volunteered themselves to assist in the war effort about a year ago. And in that time, Peter had grown into his role, his abilities and strategic thinking sharpened by real-world combat experience.
The Senate had initially been furious upon learning of the Jedi’s covert dealings with the Nova Empire. They had never sanctioned military aid to assist the Nova Corps, fearful of entangling the Republic in yet another protracted conflict.
However, their disapproval mattered little; the Jedi had structured the arrangement so that participation was entirely voluntary, and the Senate could not prevent Jedi volunteers from joining the cause.
Moreover, the Nova Empire had loaned a fleet of ships and a contingent of soldiers to the Jedi, all without cost to the Republic—a strategic move that further irked the Senate but left them impotent to intervene. The Jedi’s tactics ensured that the Senate’s hands were tied, allowing them to do little more than voice their displeasure.
Amidst the chaos of war, Peter and Windu stood side by side on the battle-scarred plains, their figures illuminated by the relentless volley of blaster bolts streaking through the dark sky.
As Kree forces advanced, Peter and Windu’s lightsabers danced in tight, synchronized arcs—vivid streaks of black and purple that cut through the air, intercepting and deflecting the incoming fire with precision, the Nova army at their backs.
Around them, the ground was littered with the scars of war—burnt earth, shattered rocks, and the remnants of fallen warriors. The two Jedi moved with deliberate, calculated steps, their focus absolute as they formed a wall against the onslaught.
As blaster bolts zipped through the air, their sabers moved not just in defense, but in fierce, sweeping attacks that cut down enemy after enemy. The sound of clashing metal and the roar of explosions filled the surroundings.
Peter had learned much from Windu in the past two years, not just about combat but about leadership and the weight of decisions made in the heat of battle. Each skirmish, each victory, and each loss added layers to his experience and ability.
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Soon enough, the heavy sound of blaster fire began to fade as the remaining Kree forces, seeing no chance of victory in sight, thanks to Peter and Windu’s presence, started to withdraw, their retreat hastened by the arrival of Nova Corps reinforcements sweeping in from the sky above.
As the dust settled and the last of the Kree disappeared into the distance, Windu deactivated his lightsaber, the purple blade retracting with a soft hiss. Beside him, Peter took off his headphones, the sudden silence marking the end of the skirmish.
He turned to Peter, who was catching his breath, his lightsaber still humming gently in his grip. In his offhand, he held Ronan's hammer, which he had wielded throughout the war as well. Mainly because its appearance provoked the Kree.
There was a brief moment of silence between them, filled only by the distant cries of victory and the soft moans of the wounded.
“It seems our job here is done…” Windu let out a long, measured sigh, his gaze studying the young man beside him. “Are you ready to head back to the temple and face the council?” He said out of nowhere.
Peter, slightly startled by the question, extinguished his lightsaber and clipped it to his belt. His face, smeared with dirt and sweat, turned to him in confusion. “Why? I’m not in trouble, am I?”
“On the contrary,” Windu responded, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern demeanor. “I plan to recommend to the council that you be knighted as a Jedi. Your growth, especially under such dire circumstances, has not gone unnoticed.”
Peter’s eyes widened, the gravity of Windu’s words sinking in. “Really? You’re not messing with me, are you?” It seemed like only yesterday that he and Yoda were scolding him for one reason or another.
Windu shook his head, starting to walk back towards their temporary encampment, where their ship awaited. “Why would I lie?”
Peter jogged slightly to catch up, his mind racing. “Holy sh*t, you’re serious...”
“Language…” Windu chided, a small smile gracing his lips.
A/N: 2091 words :) Big Timeskip! There’s a lot to recap in the next chapter.
Comments
wayne schack
Check the announcements chat. What was edited was small stuff. Nothing has changed, except I added a song when Peter and Windu were fighting the Kree.
Drim
What was edited? Do I need to re-read it?
Drim
I’m really enjoying this. Can’t wait for more!
