NOVEL WEB C5 Becoming a Jedi
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As the vessel approached the planet's surface, a wave of darkness washed over Peter's senses, an unsettling sensation that permeated the very essence of the world below.
The planet felt cold and lifeless, its inhabitants drowning in despair. The majority of the population seemed to be living extremely hard and hopeless lives, and he felt every bit of the feelings that accompanied such a life.
Before he could think on it for too long, Windu's entrance interrupted his contemplation, "We've arrived and the Council is expecting us." He said, looking Peter over for a moment. "Are you ready?"
Despite the disconcerting revelation, Peter shook off the lingering unease, compelled to focus on the immediate task at hand.
"Yeah, just give me a second," Peter nodded, checking over his belongings, finding his Walkman and mixtapes safely stored in his pockets.
Windu noticed how Peter checked over his belongings, prompting him to inquire, "What's so important about those?"
With a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, Peter replied, "it's my music. My mom used to make these mixtapes filled with all of her favorite songs. They're the only thing I have left of her…"
Windu nodded, not sure how to tell him about the Jedi's thoughts on possessions like these. After all, if he wants to become a Jedi, then Peter would have to give these possessions up sooner or later.
Following Windu out of the med-bay, Peter's senses continued to echo the disharmony of the planet. The feeling lingered like a shadow, leaving him with the constant feeling of unease. As they reached the ship's exit, Peter gazed upon the towering Jedi Temple, its grandeur both impressive and foreboding.
Peter's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt an ominous aura coming from below the temple, 'What's with this planet? Even the Jedi temple feels off…' He wondered, searching his memory for an explanation for this.
But sadly, he couldn't find one. Although his knowledge of Star Wars was good, as he's seen most of the movies, that didn't mean he knew, or even remembered everything.
'I should have slacked off more in my last life…' Peter regretted his time spent working. Instead, he should have been like his shut in sister and watched movies all day.
The duo stepped onto the platform, greeted by the sight of Jedi guards standing vigilantly at the temple entrance. As they approached, the guards informed them that the Council awaited their presence.
The grandeur of the Jedi Temple overwhelmed Peter as they entered, making their way through the halls and up to a pair of tall double doors. Each door was guarded by a Jedi, their watchful eyes fixated on the approaching duo.
Windu paused at the door and turned to Peter. "Are you ready?"
Peter nodded his head. "Yeah, I think so..."
Soon enough, the doors swung open, revealing the Jedi Council chamber inside.
Upon entering, Peter's gaze met the wise eyes of Yoda at the center, surrounded by other masters who scrutinized him with an intensity that made him uneasy.
[Insert picture of the entire Council here] (A/N: I'm sure there's one of them sitting together somewhere.)
Memories of Yoda from the movies flashed through Peter's mind, the realization settling in that he stood before the Jedi Council, a momentous occasion that he hadn't expected when he woke up as a 9-year-old Peter Quill.
Windu took his place among the Council, leaving Peter to stand alone before the formidable assembly. Feeling the weight of their collective scrutiny, Peter waved awkwardly, "Uhh… Hello."
Before anyone could reply to Peter's awkward greeting, Yaddle, a Master of the council, muttered in shock, "Such strength in the Force..."
The surprising presence of Yaddle, a female of Yoda's unknown alien race, caught Peter off guard. He couldn't recall her from the movies, but her words resonated with the collective wisdom of the council.
Yoda, acknowledging Yaddle's observation, nodded in agreement. The Force emanated from Peter like a radiant glow, an undeniable aura that enveloped him and illuminated his surroundings.
Yoda greeted Peter, "Greetings, young Peter Quill. Speak, you shall, of who you are and whence you come."
Peter, feeling a bit intimidated by the room full of wise and scrutinizing Jedi, began to share his story. "I'm from a planet called Earth. My mom passed away a month ago, never knew my dad. I lived a normal life till I got nabbed and imprisoned by Ravagers. That's about it..."
Nods of acknowledgment circled the council as Peter gave an extremely brief recount of his life. Yoda, however, pressed further, "And a Jedi, you wish to become?"
Instantly, as soon as that question left Yoda's mouth, the council erupted into a spirited debate, with half expressing concern over Peter's age, deeming him too old for Jedi training.
The other half, driven by an unspoken belief, saw potential in him, knowing that he might be the chosen one. Though they couldn't exactly say that, as Windu asked them to keep this detail from Peter, knowing it could lead to an unhealthy mindset for a child.
Yoda, growing tired of the discord, struck his cane against the ground, silencing the room. Turning his gaze to Peter once more, he posed the pivotal question, "A Jedi, you wish to become, young Peter?"
Caught in the crossfire of conflicting opinions, Peter hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, If you'll have me."
Yoda's approval came in the form of a nod, as he instructed, "Wait outside, you must. Deliberate on our decision, we will."
Peter nodded before turned to look at all of the Masters sat before him. "Can I just say one thing before I go?" He asks, receiving nods all around. "Thank you… umm, I may be older than your normal recruits, but I can promise that I'll do my best to meet any expectations you may have of me. I learn fast and I've been told that I'm mature for my age. Just give me a chance and I promise not to disappoint you."
As he spoke, the councils eyes glared into him, constantly assessing. Peter wasn't sure whether his little speech helped change any minds or not, but it was worth a try.
Mace nodded, a small smile on his face as he waved Peter off. "You can go now, Peter. We'll call you back in a moment."
Stepping out into the hall, the doors closed behind him, leaving Peter with the silent, stoic guards. As he stood there, waiting to be called back inside, a mix of excitement and uncertainty coursed through him.
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(A/N: I'm going to be introducing some council members in this portion, so if you want to, feel free to add picture for them.)
Within the hallowed walls of the Jedi Council chamber, a fervent debate ensued. Master Ki-Adi-Mundi, a tall and wise Cerean, voiced his concern, "He's too old. Jedi training demands schooling from a young age..."
Opposite him, Master Shaak Ti, a Togruta known for her serene demeanor, countered, "Yet, the Force is incredibly strong with him. We have felt it. The prophecy of the chosen one may find its fulfillment through him. After all, he doesn't have a father…"
The prophecy of the chosen one has been passed down through the Jedi order for a very long time. It states, 'A Chosen One shall come, born of no father, and through him will ultimate balance in the Force be restored.'
Although Peter's power in the force was a sign of him being the chosen one, it was his lack of a father that really convinced the council. As Peter said, he never knew his father, and that lines up perfectly with what was foretold in the prophesy.
As the councilors argued, Master Saesee Tiin, with his distinctive horned head, pointed out, "Age is not the sole determinant of one's potential. We have witnessed older younglings exhibit remarkable restraint before."
Windu spoke next, "He has already faced hardships, an experience that may grant him resilience and understanding beyond his years."
Yaddle couldn't help but add, "But it could also lead him down a dark path if he can't overcome it…"
The debate swayed back and forth, mirroring the internal conflict of the council members. Master Even Piell, a Lannik man with a small frame and large ears, voiced skepticism, "Exceptions aren't the Jedi way. It's dangerous to bend the rules."
Yarael Poof, the Quermian with a long neck and wise demeanor, added, "this could set a precedent. Others may seek leniency, citing his exception."
Master Eeth Koth, his Zabrak features stern, argued, "Yet, the Force has a will of its own. It guides us, and we must follow it…"
Amidst the chaos of differing opinions, Yoda, Yaddle, and Windu exchanged knowing glances. Yoda, the ancient and revered Master, raised his hand, calling for silence. "Hear the Force, we must. An exception, this may be. Strong is the will of the Force towards this one."
Yaddle added her support, "The future is clouded but he has potential... We should give him a chance."
Windu, the stern and pragmatic Jedi, agreed, "The Force has brought him to our doorstep. Denying his potential goes against our principles."
These three venerable Masters, each with their unique insights, carried weight among the council. The room fell into a contemplative hush as the councilors absorbed the words of Yoda, Yaddle, and Windu.
Master Yarael Poof, usually steadfast in his views, nodded in agreement. "The Force speaks through you, Grandmaster Yoda. An exception we shall make."
With the decision made, Yoda stood, his small stature contradicting his commanding presence. "The will of the Force, we follow. Young Peter Quill, a Jedi, he may become."
The councilors, though some still harbored reservations, ultimately respected the wisdom of Yoda. As the Grandmaster of the Order, just a few words could sway the direction of all Jedi.
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As Peter stood outside, suddenly, the chamber doors creaked open, and a Jedi guard signaled for Peter to return. As he stepped back into the vast room, the atmosphere had shifted, a sense of resolution lingered in the air.
Yoda's eyes met Peter's, his voice carrying the weight of the council's decision. "Young Peter Quill, a decision, we have made, a Jedi, you shall become..."
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