C3 I’m Star-Lord *edited* (Patreon)
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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.
"Seems 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.
The violet glow of Windu's lightsaber danced through the chaotic scene, a beacon of order in the midst of the Ravagers' debauchery. As he closed the distance, Ravagers armed with an assortment of swords, spears, and makeshift weapons rushed at him.
Windu, an expert duelist, handled the incoming melee attacks with finesse. With a simple swing of his lightsaber, he effortlessly sliced through the weapons of the charging Ravagers. Their eyes widened in shock as their weapons were rendered useless against the Jedi's unstoppable energy sword.
The Ravagers, unaccustomed to facing a force as powerful as a Jedi, found themselves at a disadvantage. Before they could react, Windu continued his advance, his lightsaber an unstoppable force against the seemingly feeble attempts to stop him.
In a matter of moments, the weaponless Ravagers stood defenseless before him. Windu's lightsaber danced through the air, a deadly swipe that left a trail of fallen enemies in its wake.
The remaining Ravagers, now fully aware of the truth behind the Jedi legends, couldn't comprehend the swiftness and precision with which Windu dispatched their comrades. They had heard incredible stories about the Jedi, but wrote them off as fairytales, a mistake they now regret.
At this point, half of Yondu's men lay defeated, their bodies scattered across the floor. Panic gripped Yondu as he observed the decimation of his crew, the electronic mohawk atop his head flickered in alarm.
Windu, undeterred by the chaos, locked eyes with Yondu. The Force pulsed through him, a constant reminder of the urgent task that awaited him deep in the Ravager ship. Without a word, he moved forward, his lightsaber poised for a killing blow.
In his drug-riddled state, Yondu's panic transformed into a desperate frenzy. Realizing the severity of the situation, he let out a loud whistle, activating his cybernetic mohawk and summoning the arrow holstered on his hip.
Instantly, the arrow ignited with a bright red glow, shooting toward the Jedi. The arrow danced through the air, guided by Yondu's whistle, aiming for the Jedi Master with deadly precision.
Windu's eyes widened as the peculiar weapon approached. In a swift move, he sidestepped the arrow, which whizzed past him and struck a large canister. The impact triggered a violent explosion, sending shockwaves through the corridor, nearly knocking Windu off his feet.
Regaining his balance, the Jedi Master braced himself for the impending onslaught of blaster bolts from the remaining Ravagers.
Amidst the chaos, Yondu's laughter echoed through the smoke-filled air. "Thought you could f*ck with the Ravagers and live, did ya?" he taunted.
Ignoring Yondu's taunts, Windu deftly deflected the incoming blaster bolts with his lightsaber. His every move swift and precise, redirecting the energy projectiles back at the intoxicated Ravagers. The chaotic symphony of gunfire and lightsaber hum filled the air.
As Yondu whistled once more, the arrow returned, aiming for Windu's back, a victorious grin on his blue face. But sadly for Yondu, his opponent sensed the impending danger. And with a well-timed levitation of a piece of scrap from the earlier explosion, Windu deflected the arrow, sending it shooting in another direction.
Yondu's smirk faltered as the arrow veered off course. Seizing the opportunity, Windu hurled the same piece of scrap at Yondu, which struck him in the chest, knocking him into a wall.
With Yondu momentarily out of the picture, Windu closed the distance between the annoying Ravagers, who continued to fire in his direction. His lightsaber danced through the air, swiftly dispatching the remaining Ravagers in his path. Their bodies crumpled to the ground, blood pooling underneath them.
Turning to face Yondu, Windu locked eyes with the Ravager leader. Scared, angry, and desperate, Yondu resumed his whistling, unleashing his arrow across the ship. Explosions erupted in its wake as Windu, eyes closed, relying on the his keen senses and his connection to the force to dodge each deadly attack.
"Stay still, ya Jedi scum!" Yondu yelled, frustration evident in his voice as he desperately attempted to land a hit. But Windu remained steadfast, seemingly untouchable, his form constantly in motion.
Frustration turned to anger as Yondu's attempts continued to miss their mark. "Just die already!" he shouted, his whistling intensifying. The ship echoed with the sounds of destruction as explosions erupted from every corner.
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 :)