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C36 I’m Star-Lord
🕑 Added 2024-04-06 14:40:32 +0000 UTCIn the aftermath of the ship’s crash, the tension rolled in like a thick fog, as a silent standoff between the Jedi and the invaders ensued.
Beside Grandmaster Yoda, Peter stood rooted to the ground, his eyes widening at the spectacle unfolding before him, two members of the black order, the Children of Thanos, an elite team comprised of powerful individuals who used their abilities to serve their adoptive father.
Peter didn’t even have time to register the child-like Gamora’s arrival, his gaze locked onto the two powerhouses before him.
But it didn’t stop there…
From the wreckage of the ship, following shortly behind the Mad Titan’s children, a sea of humanoid, Insect-like aliens, Chitauri soldiers, surged forward, brandishing their weapons,
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Luckily, just as the Chitauri appeared, so did the Jedi. From the temple’s entrance, a legion of white-robed guards emerged, forming up around Peter, Yoda, Nebula, and Dooku, their yellow lightsabers casting a bright glow, forming a stark contrast to the dark, monstrous creatures across from them.
Watching this, Peter was starting to feel better about their chances, ‘But we’ll still have to deal with two members of the Black order…’ He glanced over at Corvus and Proxima, apprehension and a small bit of fear beginning to well up in him.
Glancing over at Yoda, Peter placed all of his hopes on his little Master’s shoulders, knowing this battle would be far harder than his encounter with Ronan, who can probably be considered a small fry in the eyes of the Black Order.
In the midst of this escalating conflict, Nebula and Gamora shared a moment, their intense gazes interlocking amidst the chaos, a storm of emotions swirling between them.
Gamora, ignoring the forming armies and the rising tension, stepped forward. “Nebula,” she began, her voice softer than usual, “I thought I would never see you again…”
“Yeah, well I hoped I’d never see you again, but we all can’t get what we want…” Nebula responded harshly.
Gamora flinched, “Okay, I may have deserved that…”
“May have?” Nebula asked, her brow raised in question.
“Alright, I definitely deserved it,” Gamora admitted, a sad frown marring her face. “Look, I’m really sorry about-“
“Ugh…” Nebula couldn’t help but grunt, interrupting her sister, her voice slowly rising. “Why are you here? I just want to live my life in peace! Can’t you just leave me alone?!”
“You know we can’t do that…” Gamora replied negatively. “Father ordered that we bring you back. We can’t just leave without you. Just come back with us, and no one has to get hurt, I promise.” Her plea was heartfelt, a stark contrast to the coldness that had defined their relationship for years.
Glancing at her bloodthirsty companions, Gamora continued. “You don’t want your friends to die, do you? Let’s just go home before this gets worse than it already is…”
Nebula, visibly torn, shot a suspicious glance at Gamora. “Home?” she scoffed. “I’d rather die than go anywhere near that hellhole again!” The anguish in her voice was evident, a result of years of hardship.
It was then that Peter intervened, his voice steady and reassuring. “Nebula, you don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to. We’ll protect you.” He said as he turned to glance at Yoda. “Isn’t that right?”
Immediately, the little Grandmaster tapped his cane onto the stone floor. “Protect you, the Jedi will, hmm.”
In response, the Jedi guards offered no words, but their actions spoke volumes. In a silent, yet clear agreement, they tightened their grip on their lightsabers, the force radiating off of them In waves.
The hum of their blades filled the air, a resonant promise of protection. They stepped forward, a solid wall of resolve and courage, their alignment and readiness for battle clear in their steady stances and focused expressions.
But despite Peter and the Jedi’s assurance, Nebula’s resolve wavered as she considered the potential consequences of her refusal. Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight, both formidable maniacs, stood ready to unleash death itself should she resist. The thought of such a thing happening to the Jedi weighed heavily on her, a burden she wasn’t sure she was willing to bear.
Just as Nebula was about to relent, and give herself up, Proxima’s taunting voice grated her ears. “Oh, dear Nebula, still as naive as ever, I see. Did you think Gamora just suddenly had a change of heart?” Her cruel laughter echoed, drawing eyes towards her. “Absolutely not! She’s simply here to retrieve her punching bag. Ever since you vanished, I've assumed your role as her sparring partner. And I've savored every single moment.” Proxima boasted, a twisted pride in her voice.
Nebula’s gaze shifted to Gamora, noticing now the way her sister’s posture stiffened, the truth unmistakable in her eyes.
A sudden realization struck her. The bruises and cuts adorning Gamora’s body, initially assumed to be the result of the crash, told a different story upon closer inspection. They were healing, suggesting they weren’t so recent.
Nebula’s heart sank as the pieces fell into place. Gamora, always the victor in their sparring matches, was now facing a new, more powerful opponent. And now, she wanted Nebula to return not out of sisterly love, as she seemed to portray, but out of a desire to escape Proxima’s beatings.
The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. Nebula’s eyes hardened as she faced Gamora, her voice laced with newfound defiance. “You don’t care about me at all, do you?” She asked, though it sounded more like an accusation.
Gamora’s eyes widened, the truth of Nebula’s words hitting too close to home. She had indeed grown weary of being pitted against a stronger, more vicious opponent, and looked forward to facing Nebula again, but she also wanted her sister back.
When Nebula disappeared, she began to realize how much she neglected their relationship. This realization brought a depth of regret and a yearning for redemption.
Gamora understood now, more than ever, that the battles they fought against each other under their father’s watchful eye had robbed them of the chance to truly be sisters. It wasn’t just about winning anymore; it was about reclaiming what they had lost - a chance to build a genuine bond once again.
“No, I know it’s hard to believe me, but it’s really not like that, I swear!” Gamora denied, but her sister didn’t seem to believe her. Her eyes, once filled with defiance, now shimmered with an unspoken sorrow.
Peter frowned as he sensed just how heartbroken both Gamora and Nebula seemed to be over this. ‘If we survive this I’ll try to help them out somehow…’ he thought, feeling bad for the sisters.
“You’re right, I don’t believe you…” Nebula admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she made her decision, glancing back at Peter. “But I can’t let you kill all of them either,”
Peter stepped forward, his usual playful demeanor was shadowed by the gravity of the situation. “Hey, Nebula,” he began, his voice serious, yet comforting. “We got this, okay? Don’t do anything rash. We’re tougher than we look, especially Yoda. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for us…”
Nebula paused, her stoic facade crumbling for a moment as she looked into Peter’s eyes. “Yes I do,” she smiled sadly, her voice laced with a mix of determination and anguish. She took a hesitant step toward Peter, as if to offer a final goodbye.
But before any more words could be exchanged, Corvus Glaive’s harsh laughter pierced the somber moment, his amusement chilling to the bone. “Oh, how quaint,” he mocked, his cruel gaze sweeping over the group. “But let’s not pretend this changes anything. You’ve made your choice, yes, but we… we never agreed to spare their lives.”
The blood drained from Nebula’s face as Corvus’s intent became clear. The hope that her sacrifice might spare her new friends was dashed in an instant.
Gamora, standing across from her sister, turned to her older siblings. “Can’t we just take her and go? Our ship is already damaged enough as it is. We should leave before anyone else shows up…” she argued.
Corvus turned to Gamora, his expression one of mock surprise. “My dear, since when do you decide what we do? You seem to forget your place. Father’s orders were clear, and they didn’t include sparing anyone here.”
The defiance in Gamora’s eyes didn’t waver, but the realization that she was powerless to change their fate was a bitter pill to swallow.
Peter stepped in front of Nebula, his lightsaber igniting in his hand. “I wasn’t going to let you take her anyway, so this works out for me,” he declared, his voice steady, though his heart raced with fear and anticipation.
Master Yoda, silent up until now, nodded. “Ready, the Jedi are. Protect the innocent, we must. Fight, we will.” He said, stepping up beside Peter as his saber fell into his hand, igniting in an emerald light.
The Jedi guards, sensing the imminent battle, repositioned themselves, their lightsabers ready. The air was charged with the force of their collective resolve, a stark contrast to the dark intentions of their adversaries.
Peter took a deep breath, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Jedi. ‘God, I hope I’m not overestimating just how strong Yoda is…’ he thought, his mind calming as he resigned himself for what was to come. Yet, no matter the odds, they would stand together, fighting for what was right.
Across from them, Corvus and Proxima stood with predatory grace, their weapons gleaming in the light of the setting sun. Their gaze fixed on their opponents, their intent clear and lethal.
The Chitauri soldiers, a seething mass of alien malice, readied themselves behind their formidable commanders, their numbers far outweighing the Jedi.
The first move was almost imperceptible, a mere shifting of weight, but it set the cascade in motion. With weapons poised, both Corvus and Proxima leaped forward with lethal grace, their movements a blur as they aimed to strike at the heart of their opposition.
Yet, what came next would forever be etched in the minds of those who bore witness to it.
Master Yoda, the epitome of serenity amidst chaos, merely extended a hand, his fingers spread in a gesture of unyielding resolve. The air around them seemed to condense, a visible distortion rippling through the atmosphere as if reality itself bent to the will of the Force.
And then, with a power that contradicted his small stature, Yoda unleashed a wave of telekinetic energy so potent, that it seemed as though the very essence of the Force had been harnessed and directed with a precision that was both breathtaking and terrifying.
Corvus and Proxima, caught off guard, found themselves suddenly and violently repelled. It was as if they had been struck by an unseen meteor, an invisible force of such magnitude that it sent them hurtling backward with an explosive force.
*BOOM!*
The sound of their bodies contorting and cracking filled the air as they launched backward, impacting the metal hull of their ship with a bang similar to clapping thunder.
Amidst the sudden silence that followed, Peter stood, mouth agape, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched them disappear into the wreckage of their vessel, leaving gaping holes in its hull.
Recovering from his initial shock, Peter couldn’t help but let out a low whistle, admiration and relief mingling in his voice. “God damn…,” he murmured.
Beside him, Yoda smiled, his gaze turning to his shocked padawan. “Impressed, you are, hmm?” He asked, enjoying the dumb look on his student's face.
Peter couldn’t help but scoff as he replied, mimicking his master, “Smug, you are, hmm?”
Around them, the Jedi guards engaged the Chitauri, who became incensed by the sudden attack upon their commanders. The Jedi’s yellow lightsabers sliced through the air, carving paths of light through the malevolent swarm descending upon them.
Meanwhile, Nebula and Gamora collided with intense ferocity. Each strike, each block, was imbued with the weight of their shared past, a dance of pain and power. “You don’t have to do this, Nebula,” Gamora gritted out, her voice tight with emotion as she blocked a particularly vicious kick.
Nebula’s reply was a pained scowl, her eyes betraying the turmoil within. “Shut up! Stop pretending that you care!” she said, just before launching at her sister.
As the battle kicked off around them, Peter and Yoda’s joking demeanor suddenly turned serious as their attention shifted to the crashed ship, watching as two very angry-looking figures came rushing out.
A/N: 2106 words :) I also edited a dialogue error between Gamora and Nebula that I missed when I first posted this chapter.
