C36 Yoda’s Power!

C36 Yoda’s Power!

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In 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...Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com 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..."

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.

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