I’m Star-Lord (SW Xover)

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The swamp was unnervingly quiet. Even the usual sounds of Dagobah—croaks, chirps, and rustling leaves—seemed muted, as if the swamp itself were holding its breath.

The gnarltree that marked the entrance to the Cave of Evil loomed ahead, its blackened roots twisted and tangled like a fortress of shadows. The air hung heavy and oppressive, charged with the dark side's malevolent presence. It pushed outward, seeking to seep into the surrounding swamp, held at bay only by Yoda's unwavering connection to the light side of the Force.

Yoda sat cross-legged just outside the cave, his diminutive figure dwarfed by the ancient tree. His eyes were closed in meditation, but his senses were sharp, attuned to the energy swirling around him. The dark side pulsed from the cave like a heartbeat, pressing against him, testing him, but his calm presence stood firm against it.

On the outside, Yoda's expression was serene, his breathing steady, but inside, his thoughts betrayed his concern.

'Too strong, the darkness here is. More than prepared for, perhaps, Peter may not be.'

Yoda's mind drifted to the young man who had once been his padawan, the brash and unpredictable Peter Quill. Though Peter's mastery of the Force had grown beyond Yoda's expectations, his unorthodox methods and tendency to act on impulse worried the Jedi Grandmaster. This trial would not test Peter's strength or skill but his very soul, his ability to confront the darkness within and emerge whole.

'Lose himself, Peter could. Or worse, consumed by the darkness, he might be.'

The thought made Yoda's chest tighten, a rare flicker of fear breaking through his disciplined mind. Despite his many centuries of wisdom and mastery, his connection to Peter was personal. As his former master and mentor, Yoda had watched Peter's growth with both pride and caution, guiding him through the challenges of the Jedi path. To see him falter now would be a failure that Yoda was not sure he could bear.

'But strong, his spirit is,' Yoda reminded himself, forcing the worry from his mind. 'Resilient, like no other I have seen. Endure this trial, he must—and will.'

Shifting his focus back to the Force, Yoda extended his awareness into the cave. The dark side surged within like a storm, but amidst the chaos, he felt a flicker of light. Peter's presence. Small and fragile, like a candle in a tempest, yet unyielding.

A faint smile crossed Yoda's lips.

"Strong, your spirit is," he murmured under his breath, his voice a soft echo in the stillness. "Do not falter, my padawan."

He settled deeper into his meditation, his connection to the Force anchoring him. Though the darkness of Dagobah loomed heavy, Yoda allowed a glimmer of hope to take root. Peter had faced impossible odds before, and each time, he had proven stronger than anyone expected.

'This time will be no different,' Yoda thought, his faith in Peter steadfast.

And so, Yoda waited, the oppressive silence of the swamp pressing in as he remained a vigilant sentinel outside the Cave of Evil.

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As time passed, suddenly, Yoda's meditative calm was shattered as an overwhelming surge of energy ripped through the Force.

"!?" His eyes snapped open, glowing with a mixture of surprise and alarm. The air around him vibrated, heavy with raw power, as though the very essence of the Force was being reshaped.

Peter's presence, which had been a flickering candle moments before, erupted into a brilliant blaze—blinding, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. It burned like a star, piercing through the dark shroud of Dagobah and rippling outward in waves. The swamp quaked in response, sending ripples through the stagnant pools and rustling the gnarled trees.

Yoda's cane, steady in his hand, clattered to the ground as he instinctively braced himself. His breathing quickened, the sheer magnitude of Peter's presence pressing against him like a tidal wave. It wasn't just strength; it was balance. A harmony between the light and dark, resonating in an almost perfect unity.

The Cave of Evil, once a suffocating nexus of the dark side, began to transform before Yoda's very eyes. The oppressive energy that had dominated the area faltered, retreating as though it had been confronted and subdued. The malevolence of the cave gave way to something new—an equilibrium, a coexistence of light and dark energies, swirling together in a dance of balance.

Yoda stared at the cave, his eyes wide with disbelief. He could feel it—sense it. The once-dark nexus was no longer a place of corruption. It radiated both light and dark in harmony, like the yin and yang. The Force itself seemed to hum, a resonant melody that echoed across the swamp.

The swamp responded in kind. The gnarled trees straightened slightly, their twisted branches blooming with vibrant green leaves. Vines that had hung limp now glistened with dew, their colors bright and vivid. The stagnant pools shimmered faintly, their surfaces reflecting the faint glow of this newly balanced nexus. Even the fog that had blanketed the swamp began to thin, revealing glimpses of Dagobah's untouched natural beauty.

Yoda, still seated on the ground, slowly rose to his feet, his cane forgotten. His heart raced, his thoughts swirling. This was something he had never witnessed—something he had never believed possible.

'Balanced, the nexus has become,' he thought, his mind struggling to grasp the enormity of what had just occurred. 'Impossible, I thought this to be. Yet done, Peter has.'

He turned his gaze toward the cave's entrance, his expression a mixture of awe and disbelief. The echoes of Peter's presence still reverberated through the Force, strong and steady, like the heartbeat of the universe itself.

For the first time in centuries, Yoda felt truly humbled. "Remarkable, this is…" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

He stood in silence, his gaze fixed on the cave as he waited for Peter to emerge, his thoughts racing. Whatever had just happened inside, it was far beyond what he had expected. Dagobah itself had been changed. And as Yoda watched the faint light dance across the swamp, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something far greater.

Seconds later, Peter stepped out.

His face was calm, his expression unreadable, but his presence was anything but. He radiated the Force in a way that was impossible to ignore—a perfect harmony of light and dark that seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. The air around him shimmered faintly, the energy rolling off him like waves on a shore.

Yoda, who had been watching intently, stood abruptly. His cane shook slightly in his hand as if to steady him against the sheer magnitude of Peter's aura. He blinked, his sharp mind struggling to process the presence before him.

"Like a star, your presence burns," Yoda murmured, his voice barely audible over the hum of energy. "Balanced, yet… boundless."

Peter stopped mid-step, his gaze shifting to Yoda in confusion. "Uh… what?"

It was then he noticed it—the subtle vibration in the air, the faint glow at the edges of his vision. He raised a hand, flexing his fingers experimentally, and the energy seemed to ripple in response. "Is this… me?"

Yoda nodded, his wide eyes fixed on his former padawan. "Radiating, you are. The Force, strong within you it is. Never, such a thing I have seen."

Peter raised an eyebrow, a hint of his usual humor breaking through the tension. "Uh, sorry? I didn't realize I was doing that."

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. 'Is this the same power that I used to purge the Sith Shrine below the Jedi temple?' Slowly, he focused on pulling the energy inward, trying to dampen the overwhelming presence he now seemed to exude. The hum in the air lessened, the ripples fading. 'I can control it now!'

Peter opened his eyes, tilting his head toward Yoda. "Better?"

Yoda inclined his head slowly, though his astonishment hadn't diminished. "Better, it is. Yet changed, everything has been. Understand, you must."

Peter brushed his hands against his coat, still feeling the faint buzz of energy beneath his skin. "Okay, so… what exactly did I do?"

Yoda took a step closer, his expression solemn. "The dark nexus, changed it, you have. Balanced, the Force here now is. Light and dark, in harmony."

Peter blinked, his brow furrowing as he glanced back at the cave's entrance. "Wait… I changed it? Like, the whole thing?"

Yoda nodded gravely, his voice carrying an air of reverence. "Impossible, thought this was. Yet done, you have. Dagobah's nature, fundamentally altered it is. The Force here, balanced it remains."

Peter ran a hand through his hair, his mouth opening and closing as he processed the revelation. "I… I didn't mean to do that. I was just trying to deal with my own issues in there. I didn't think…"

"You thought not," Yoda interjected, his tone lighter but still carrying weight. "Yet through your trial, balance you have brought. Greater, your connection to the Force is now. Much greater…"

Peter looked back at the cave, then down at his hands, still brushing against the fabric of his coat as if trying to rid himself of the residual energy. "So… I accidentally balanced an entire Force nexus…"

'I suppose, with better control over that overpowered balanced state, I ended up balancing the nexus rather than destroying it—unlike what happened with the Sith Shrine beneath the Jedi Temple…'

"Centuries, I have lived. Deeply, the Force I understand. Yet never, a feat such as this could I achieve." Yoda glanced toward the now-transformed Cave of Evil once again. "Changed, the very nature of the Force nexus you have. Balanced it, where only darkness there was. Dream of such a thing, neither Jedi nor Sith could."

Peter shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the Grandmaster's gaze. "I didn't really mean to do it. It just kinda happened…"

Yoda stood silently, his keen eyes fixed on Peter, a sense of awe in his gaze. Yet within, he wrestled with a decision that had lingered in his thoughts for a long time. 'Tell him, I must…'

"Alright, Master Yoda," Peter said, breaking the silence. "I get that I did something great, but could you stop looking at me like I'm some kind of god? It's seriously creeping me out."

Yoda took a deep breath, his cane tapping lightly against the ground as he stepped closer to Peter. His expression softened, but his tone carried a weight that made Peter stand straighter. "Long, this truth I have carried. Hidden, it has been, even from you."

Peter's brow furrowed, his mind racing. "Hidden what? What are you talking about?"

"Peter…" Yoda closed his eyes briefly, as though gathering his thoughts, before meeting Peter's gaze once more. "The Chosen One, you are."

The words hit Peter like a blaster shot. He blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. "Huh?"

A/N: 1900 words :)

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