FVN C9 Goals & Exposing a Dark Lord
C9 Goals & Exposing a Dark Lord
C9 Goals & Exposing a Dark Lord
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The day unfolded in the Jedi Temple, a structured routine of training and discipline that left Peter with little time for personal pursuits. Despite Aayla's persistent pleas, Peter refrained from using his Walkman, fearing the consequences of uptight Jedi Masters finding and confiscating his most prized possession.
'I might actually turn to the dark side if they take my music away...' Peter thought, half joking and half serious.
In order to shut up Aayla and her relentless pestering, which actually continued throughout the entire day, Peter promised to share the music with her the following morning before classes. They would meet in the same storage closet as yesterday and listen to a song or two before breakfast.
Annoyed but relieved, Peter managed to endure the day's trials, eagerly anticipating the solace that his Walkman would bring. From annoying children to tough training and galactic studies Peter endured it all for this moment, when he would come back to his prison-like room and listen to his favorite songs.
But before he could do that, Peter found solace in a long, hot shower, washing away the stress and fatigue of the day. As he finally sank into his bed, he adorned his headphones, pressed play on the cherished Walkman, and a familiar melody enveloped him.
Play Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum(A/N: I won't put all of the lyrics this time, but you can listen in the background if you want.)
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
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..
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The music stirred bittersweet memories, and a fond yet melancholic smile played on Peter's lips. He couldn't help but think of his mother, particularly the time they drove down to the beach in the summer and listened to music all the way there and back.
(A/N: Just a reminder, the memories and souls merged during the reincarnation/transmigration so he's still half Peter Quill. In case anyone forgot.)
Lost in the tunes, he pondered his purpose in this fantastical universe, feeling the weight of a second chance.
His thoughts drifted to his past life, where goals revolved around mundane achievements. Now, in a marvelous galaxy far, far away with all sorts of aliens, tech, and magical powers, Peter longed for something more adventurous. He mulled over possibilities, envisioning a life akin to the Star-Lord from the Guardians of the Galaxy movies he's seen in his past life.
However, stark realities set in... he couldn't replicate that Peter Quill's journey even if he wanted to. The Ravagers, who once served as his makeshift family, met their demise at the hands of Master Windu. Though he was grateful for that due to the weeks of torment they put him through, Peter felt an odd mix of closure and emptiness.
Amid these contemplations, the pressing need for vengeance against Ego, his father and the celestial being who gave his kind and caring mother cancer, lingered. Though aware he wasn't yet ready for the hunt, Peter vowed to avenge his mother when the time came.
'But that's a good goal. Let's add it to the list...' Peter thought as he added 'Killing my father' to the mental list of goals to work towards.
As his mind ventured into darker realms, recalling the reason for his mother's death, Peter's force aura began to darken as well. Yet, the comforting melodies from his Walkman acted as a lifeline, tethering him to control.
In this moment of internal struggle, Peter recognized the power of music not just as a source of joy but as a stabilizing force. It became a tool to rein in the chaotic emotions threatening to overwhelm him, a realization that added a new layer to his appreciation for his mother's Walkman and cassette tapes.
-TimeSkip-
After a month of adapting to the mundane, yet rigorous and magical lifestyle within the Jedi Temple, Peter, now fully immersed in his new reality, found his health markedly improved.
The bland, yet healthy meals, regular exercise, and diligent medical care had begun to erase the harsh effects of his previous ordeal. Where once frailty had taken hold, now small signs of muscle began to slowly define his frame, a testament to his resilience and determination.
With his preplanned goals clearly etched in his mind, Peter dedicated himself to his training with fervor. Though he harbored reservations about entangling himself with the many villains of this universe, the looming threat posed by Darth Sidious weighed heavily on him.
Recognizing the peril the Sith Lord represented, Peter resolved to aid the Jedi, albeit in a manner that safeguarded his anonymity and safety.
'Ain't no way I'm just gonna walk up and tell them that Palpatine is a Sith Lord...' He refused.
After all, it would open Peter up to far too many questions and suspicions, not to mention the chances of Sidious finding out and coming after him for revenge.
Which is why Peter's spent the last month thinking on this...
The plan he came up with was straightforward yet fraught with complications: to warn the Jedi Council of Sidious's machinations without exposing his involvement.
Initially, Peter considered leaving anonymous messages in strategic locations within the temple, areas beyond the reach of surveillance cameras. However, the sophistication of this universe's technology presented a daunting challenge; the risk of leaving behind DNA or fingerprints on the papers was a vulnerability Peter could not overlook.
In a moment of inspiration, Peter devised a solution. Utilizing his newfound knowledge of the Force, albeit still rudimentary, he practiced manipulating small objects without direct contact.
Under the cover of night, in the seclusion of his room, Peter honed this skill, focusing on the precision needed to handle paper without leaving a trace of his physical presence.
When he felt confident in his ability, Peter drafted the warnings, his handwriting meticulously disguised. Under the veil of darkness, he employed the Force to levitate the papers, weaving through the temple's corridors with the messages floating silently behind him. Selecting spots devoid of technological surveillance, he deposited the warnings in spots he knew would be discovered by members of the Jedi Council.
'I've done my part, now it's on them to act or not. Either way, I'm not getting involved...' He told himself, unwilling to lose his second chance at life.
As the dawn approached, Peter retreated to his quarters, a mixture of exhaustion and relief marking his features. The messages were simple yet urgent, imploring the Council to heed the shadow growing within the Republics midst, a darkness that threatened not just the Jedi but the very fabric of the galaxy.
Peter knew the days ahead would be fraught with uncertainty. Yet, in his heart, he believed in the necessity of his intervention. For the first time since his arrival, he felt a palpable sense of purpose, a conviction that his presence in this universe could indeed make a difference.
As he lay in bed, the events of the night replaying in his mind, Peter felt couldn't help but feel nervous. 'I just hope they take my message seriously...'
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Hours after Peter's clandestine efforts to alert the Jedi Council, the esteemed members convened in a solemn chamber, under the heavy burden of the mysterious warnings they had stumbled upon. The atmosphere was charged with a mixture of skepticism and grave concern, as the councilors debated the origin and veracity of the messages.
Among them, voices of doubt clashed with those advocating caution. "We all know that the Sith are extinct. This is nothing more than a child's jest," one elder Jedi voiced, his words echoing off the ancient walls, met with nods of agreement from several of his peers. Yet, not all were swayed by this dismissal.
"We cannot afford to overlook any potential threat, especially not when it deals with a possible Sith," another countered, her tone firm, urging her fellow councilors to recognize the gravity of the situation. "The Dark Side clouds everything, making it hard to see the truth. We must investigate properly..."
The chamber fell into a thoughtful silence, the weight of their responsibility palpable in the air. It was Yoda, the wisest among them, who finally spoke, his voice resonant with authority and calm. Holding one of the papers delicately between his fingers, he read it: 'Sheeve Palpatine of Naboo is a Sith Lord named Darth Sidious. He's planning to exterminated the Jedi and take over the Galactic Republic. Do with this information as you wish, and good luck...'
(A/N: Just a reminder, Peter doesn't know much about Star Wars besides the movies, and even then he's forgotten a few things, which is why he didn't mention Darth Pagueis.)
"Act hastily, we must not. Yet, ignore this warning, we cannot either," Yoda declared, his words cutting through the uncertainty. "Open an investigation, we shall. A prank this is, waste resources, we might. But if a Dark Lord of the Sith hides among us, and we fail to act, doom ourselves we would."
His declaration settled the matter. The council, now unified by Yoda's guidance, agreed to proceed with caution. A discreet investigation was to be launched, one that would delve into the shadows of the Republic, seeking the truth behind the ominous warnings left by the mysterious informant.
A/N: 2360 words :)