C3 Windu Vs Ravagers

C3 Windu Vs Ravagers

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Entering the Ravager ship, Mace Windu was welcomed by a chaotic scene of debauchery. The air was thick with the pungent scent of illegal narcotics, and the dimly lit corridors were filled with the dissonant sounds of revelry.

Ravagers, sprawled across the floor, were entangled in a drug-induced stupor, their alien physiology reacting wildly to the substances they had consumed. Used syringes and vials lay scattered like confetti, a testament to the excesses of their drug-fueled partying. Some of them had clearly overdosed, twitching and convulsing, on the brink of death.

In the corners of the room, black-colored powder formed into lines, an otherworldly narcotic resembling cocaine, further emphasizing the reckless abandon that pervaded the ship.

Windu crinkled his nose at the horrific sight, his Jedi sensibilities repulsed by the scene unfolding before him. 'Disgusting...' he thought.

Amidst the chaos, Yondu, with his distinct electronic mohawk flickering, approached, flanked by a large group of armed and clearly intoxicated Ravagers. Their eyes glowed with a manic fervor, a combination of substance-induced euphoria and the thrill of impending violence.

"Welcome to the party, monk!" Yondu slurred his words, a harsh laughter escaping his lips. "You brought us a ship and that fancy stick of yours. Ain't that sweet of ya! We'll make good use of 'em, don't you worry."

The Ravagers echoed Yondu's laughter, their erratic movements and incoherent speech betraying the extent of their intoxication.

Windu, however, remained undeterred. The Force guided him with a sense of urgency deeper into the ship. Ignoring Yondu's jests and the clamor around him, the Jedi Master pressed forward, his lightsaber humming in his hand, casting a violet glow in the dimly lit corridors.s like the monk ain't interested in joinin' our fun," Yondu remarked, his amusement morphing into irritation. "Boys, let's give him a proper Ravager welcome, shall we?"

As Yondu issued the command, the armed Ravagers, their weapons a mismatched collection of salvaged blasters and makeshift arms, stumbled to attention. Some of them fumbled with their firearms, clearly too intoxicated to be operating them.

Windu, sensing the impending threat, quickened his pace. His highly trained senses warning him of the attack to come.

"Open fire!" Yondu barked, his frustration turning to anger as Windu pressed forward, the force propelling his every move.

The Ravagers, in their intoxicated state, followed orders with a chaotic enthusiasm. Blaster bolts streaked through the air, creating a wall of deathly energy. Windu, a blur of Jedi agility, deftly deflected the incoming shots with his lightsaber, his every movement swift and efficient.

Knowing he couldn't reach his destination without dealing with the intoxicated Ravagers, Windu made a swift decision to eliminate all of the obstacles in his path. The Force guided him with a sense of urgency, a whisper in his mind urging him to finish this quickly.

As blaster bolts sailed towards him, Windu moved like the wind. Dodging and deflecting, he redirected the bolts back at the Ravagers with precise accuracy. The deflected bolts found their marks, taking down the intoxicated pirates one by one.

In the midst of the chaos, Windu, with eyes still closed, sensed the perfect moment. The arrow materialized again, heading straight for him. With a calculated move, he raised his lightsaber, allowing the arrow to plunge into its violet blade. The energy sword consumed the arrow, melting it away in a matter of seconds.

Simultaneously, Yondu screamed in agony as the cybernetic mohawk atop his head short-circuited. Electric currents surged through his body, causing him to crumble to his knees. Windu, with nothing left to stand in his way, approached the now-vulnerable Ravager leader.

Panic filled Yondu's eyes as he desperately scrambled for a nearby blaster, one of his men's cold, lifeless hands still gripping the weapon. Just as he reached for it, a purple lightsaber descended, severing his outstretched hand. Yondu's agonized scream filled the air as he clutched his severed arm.

Windu, his gaze cold and unwavering, looked down at the disarmed Ravager leader who looked up at him, his eyes filled with hatred. "F*cking monk mother-"

Having heard more than enough foul language for one day, the Jedi Master swung his lightsaber, cleanly severing Yondu's head from his shoulders. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground, and silence settled over the chaos that had consumed the Ravager ship.

In the aftermath, Windu stood alone, surrounded by the remnants of the battle, his eyes drawn deeper into the dark halls of the unfamiliar Ravager ship.

Following the Force's guidance, Windu stepped over the bodies of the defeated Ravagers, navigating deeper into the ship's dimly lit corridors. The air was heavy with a foul stench, but Windu remained focused on the urgent pull guiding him. As he moved through the labyrinthine passages, he eventually arrived at the ship's prison hold.

Within the dark, cold, and stinking confines of the prison, Windu discovered a child. Covered in filth, with a body reduced to skin and bone, the young boy bore the clear signs of prolonged starvation. Scars adorned his fragile form, testaments to the unimaginable abuse suffered at the hands of the Ravagers Windu had just slain.

The child, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope, looked up at Windu as he stuttered, "A-Are you here to save me?"

The Jedi Master's heart sank at the sight of the suffering child. With a solemn determination, he swiped his lightsaber across the prison cell bars, sending them clattering to the ground. Stepping inside, Windu pulled down his hood, revealing his stern yet compassionate expression.

As his face was revealed, the child's eyes seemed to widen for a moment. "Are you a Jedi?" the boy asked, a mix of curiosity and awe in his voice.

"Yes," Windu affirmed, his deep voice resonating with reassurance. "I'm Jedi Master Mace Windu. What's your-"

Before he could continue, the boy suddenly gagged, his frail frame convulsing as he vomited. Rotten food, a cruel sustenance provided by the Ravagers, sprayed onto Windu's shoes.

Stepping back in disgust, Windu regarded his soiled footwear, momentarily repulsed by the reminder of the child's suffering. However, he quickly set aside his own discomfort, refocusing on the boy who had endured unimaginable hardships.

Peter, recovering from his involuntary expulsion, looked up with an apologetic expression. "I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice weak.

"It's not your fault," Windu reassured him. "Let's get you out of here."

As the words left Windu's lips, the boy's eyes began to droop, exhaustion finally taking its toll. Falling unconscious due to his extreme condition, his frail form slumped against the cold floor of the prison cell.

With a sense of urgency, Windu gently lifted the unconscious child into his arms. Exiting the prison hold, Windu cradled Peter, determined to bring the young survivor to safety and heal the wounds inflicted by the Ravagers.

A/N: 1921 words :)