C4 Midi-chlorian Count?

C4 Midi-chlorian Count?

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Taking Peter to his ship, Windu carefully deposited him inside the med-bay, a sterile chamber filled with the hum of medical equipment. The young boy's fragile form lay on the examination bed, surrounded by an array of beeping machines. A medical droid, sleek and efficient, glided over to begin its evaluation.

"Is this a new patient, Master Jedi?" The droid asks, its voice high pitched and electronic.

Windu nodded, "Yes, give him a full examination, he wasn't in the best condition when I found him..."

"Oh, dear..." The droid muttered as it began its work. "I'll do all that I can!"

As the droid initiated its tests, Windu retreated to the cockpit, overseeing the undocking from the Ravager ship. The ship shifted as it detached from the pirate vessel. Engaging the autopilot, he guides the ship on its course back to Coruscant.

Returning to the med-bay, Windu found Peter connected to various machines, each fulfilling a crucial role in his recovery. Some devices monitored his vitals, while others administered medications and vaccinations that the young boy surprisingly lacked.

A hose descended into Peter's mouth leading all the way to his stomach, delivering a nourishing greyish-brown paste, addressing the immediate need for sustenance.

Approaching the bed, Windu observed Peter's fragile state with a mix of concern and pity etched on his stern face. Turning to the medical droid, he inquired, "What have you found?"

The droid responded with a litany of issues: malnutrition, severe dehydration, extensive scarring from physical abuse, and the shocking absence of Republic-mandated vaccinations.

Windu frowned, absorbing the gravity of Peter's suffering, "Will he recover?"

"He will need time to recover, Jedi Master Windu," the droid replied, its metallic voice devoid of emotion. "However, with proper care, a healthy diet, exercise, and medication, he should be as good as new in a month or two."

A sigh of relief escaped Windu's lips as he thanked the Force. The responsibility of saving a life weighed heavily on his Jedi shoulders, and the prospect of failure was not an option.

Expressing gratitude to the droid for its diligent work, Windu couldn't help but watch over Peter for a moment. The boy, lost in healing slumber, appeared vulnerable yet resilient. Windu's thoughts lingered on the mysterious connection that led him to this child, a connection fabricated by the force itself, bringing him to this unknown child.

As the medical droid continued its tasks, Windu asked, "Can you test his midi-chlorian count?"

(A/N: Just a warning, I'm changing what Midi-Chlorians are in this story. In normal Star Wars, Midi-Chlorians are sentient intelligent beings that live in the cells of every living beings. That will not be the same in this story.)

Midi-Chlorians are microscopic particles that originated from the foundation of all life, ultimately residing within the cells of all living organisms, connecting them to the force.

Through countless years of testing and experimentation, the Jedi and the Sith have both learned one very important thing. The higher the Midi-Chlorian count, the higher sensitivity that person has to the force.

Those with a higher Midi-Chlorian count, like Jedi Grandmaster Yoda, who sits at a whopping 17,700 Midi-Chlorians per cell in his body, are able to more easily connect to the force, allowing them to wield its power at a much higher level than everyone else.

With a nod, the droid collected a small sample of Peter's blood and inserted it into a handheld device for analysis.

The room fell into a momentary silence as the device processed the information. Windu, his gaze fixed on the droid, couldn't anticipate the revelation that awaited him. The droid, after a brief pause, announced the astonishing result.

"Jedi Master Windu, the younglings midi-chlorian count exceeds 40 thousand."

The simple explanation left much unsaid, but Windu recognized the importance of not burdening the young boy with the weight of his own destiny just yet.

After a thoughtful pause, Peter spoke. "I'm willing to become a Jedi, if they'll have me."

It wasn't a hard decision to come to. After all, his mother was gone, his father is a psychopathic god, and here he was, a child with two lives worth of knowledge and experience, in an unfamiliar galaxy.

'The safest option right now is to join the Jedi and use them to grow while I figure out what to do with this new life of mine...' Peter thought as he eyed the lightsaber dangling off of Windu's belt. 'Getting a laser sword and some force training is just an added bonus!'

Windu, with a nod of approval, assured Peter, "Although you're a bit old to enter the academy, I'll do my best to convince the Jedi Council to make an exception."

"Too old?" Peter raised a questioning brow. "I'm only 9 years old..."

Windu quickly explained. "The Jedi temple only takes recruits from ages 1 to 5 years old. The only reason that you would be given a chance is because of the will-"

"-of the force," Peter interjected, which brought a smile to Windu's face.

"See? You're already starting to get it." Windu said confidently. "We'll make a proper Jedi out of you yet."

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Soon enough, the medical droid returned and swiftly kicked Windu out of the room, stating that Peter needed to rest.

"I'll return to check on you later." Windu said as he was rushed out of the room. "If you can, I would suggest getting some sleep. We'll be arriving on Coruscant in a few hours, and I'm sure the Jedi Council will want to meet you before making a decision about your acceptance."

"Alright, I'll try to sleep, if I can..." Peter nodded as the room cleared and the door hissed shut, leaving him alone.

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Almost an hour passed as Peter tried to sleep, but his body just didn't seem to need anymore rest. After all, he's been asleep for days already.

'What the hell am I supposed to do now?' He asked himself as he stared up at the ceiling, an idea suddenly coming to mind. 'I could try to meditate and feel the force...'

Sitting up in the sterile med-bay, Peter decided to see if Windu was right about him being force sensitive or not. Closing his eyes, he regulated his breathing, attempting to calm himself and reach out to feel whatever he could.

Anticipating that results might take time, he was surprised when, after only a minute, he felt it. The Force was all around him and within him, like an unseen ocean he hadn't known he was swimming in until now. The revelation brought a genuine smile to Peter's face, he was indeed Force sensitive.

Unbeknownst to Peter, as he delved deeper into his meditation, the Force responded in kind. His connection grew stronger, and he began to float and hover a few inches above the med-bay bed. It was an unintentional manifestation of his newfound abilities, a testament to the potency of the Force coursing through him.

Hours slipped away as Peter continued to explore this ethereal realm.

In that time, the ship neared its destination, Coruscant, the capital of the galaxy, coming into view through the vessel's cockpit. The sprawling cityscape of towering buildings and traffic-filled skies unfolded before him, a stark contrast to the familiar nature of Earth.

Still immersed in his meditation, Peter was unaware of the ship's arrival. His connection to the Force, however, kept him buoyant and attuned to the ebb and flow of the energy that bound the galaxy together.

As the vessel descended towards the planet, Peter's eyes suddenly widened as he felt the planet and its many inhabitants through the force, his body falling back into the bed. 'What the f*ck was that!?'

A/N: 2092 words :)