C5 Becoming a Jedi

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.Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

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.

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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