Alright, so thanks to Jebest, I have finally gotten back on track with this story.
Needed some time to get my thoughts in order cause not gonna lie, big changes are gonna come to the galaxy and the Avengers and we're picking it up here, with our Hero who only got one chance to shine.
But I'm gonna level with you here guys.
Season 1 may seem a bit out of whack but the reason as to why is cause I wanna get to Season 2 and beyond where basically the escalation begins. There are certain arcs that I feel would be more like shoehorning the Avengers in then them having a natural reason to be there. Also certain arcs that happened in this season will be changed up for later purposes you will all understand when the time comes to the arc. So hang tight everyone, season 1 is basically 40% done.
As in, things are gonna get crazy, off the rails and so on.
So anyway, update on the whole Sony/Disney fiasco. Right now, I got some notifications that a new deal has been made but nothing has been officially declared save for the next Spider-man not being in the MCU which is a bummer. D23 also showed we're getting She-Hulk, Ms. Marvel and Moon Knight(Though I wish we had a Moon Knight movie with Keanu Reeves as the lead).
Black Panther 2 seemingly being the kick off for Phase 5 and who knows what else.
There's still the prospect of the Disney and Sony at the very least staying true to the original deal and allowing Tom Holland to play Spider-man for another 2 times(still in the MCU) and for a new deal to come about considering Spidey's noticeable absence in Phase 4. So I guess all we fans can do is cross our fingers and pray for Spidey to remain home.
But other than that, let's keep going everyone.
Rate Read and Review and as Always Have Nice Day.
Avengers Infinite Wars: Chapter 9: Runner of Ryloth.
"Tch, nothing."
Tossing aside some pebbles, Pietro Maximoff remained crouched down to the ground while in the center of a strange village of some kind.
The houses certainly were one's he had never seen before and he had been around Earth on several occasions now during his small fight with the Avengers and after joining their ranks.
But this was certainly a new one for him.
By design, they seemed a bit earthy almost as if whoever lived here used the ground itself to mold box like dome structures that functioned as their homes. There were some recognizable traits to these homes such as homemade awnings and windows.
Still, the whole place overall felt alien to him.
Taking his time to inspect the strange place, Pietro cautiously entered one of these strange houses and found it to be rather spacious.
Not much inside other than what appeared to be a cupboard of sorts.
A raided one.
The wooden doors appeared to have been torn off in a hurry, leaving next to nothing inside.
Nothing other than a few strange berries of some kind. None that Pietro had ever seen before.
Curious, Pietro picked on up and casually tossed one in his mouth only to spit it out a second later after the taste of a worn fruit hit his taste buds.
Spitting out the taste some more, Pietro grimaced as he realized there was probably nothing here that he could eat or use for that matter.
Exiting the house, Quicksilver investigated several more of these houses in rapid succession though coming with the same results as the first.
Grunting with impatience, Pietro walked through the streets of this small town until he came across a highly unusual contraption.
Tilting his head in confusion at what he was looking at, Pietro approached the rather long and strange object.
One segment of it was of a boxy ovular design with two long pieces that appeared to be handle bars, controls possibly, signifying to the speedster that this must be a vehicle of some kind. Two metal rods stretched out to the with what Pietro could describe the appearance to be as some kind of gun perhaps.
Unclear as to what it was, the Sokovian noticed a downward curve on the larger segment of the machine looking to be a seat.
Walking over, Pietro swung over his leg and seated himself on the brown metal finding it similarly designed to how he would sit on a motorcycle. Testing it out, Pietro rocked his body and saw it moved with him before stopping as he did.
Well, it was stable…
Still didn't explain why it was floating.
Looking at the two handles, Pietro couldn't help himself as he grasped them. He found that he could rotate a segment of them, inadvertently turning it on.
What must have been its back engine whirred to life as Pietro found himself floating a bit higher off the ground.
Unable to hide his intrigued and excited grin now, Pietro leaned forward more and revved up the vehicle. It let out several bursts of sounds akin to a motorcycle.
"Cool." Pietro whispered to himself.
Checking around himself, Pietro found some kind of lever of some kind on the left side of the vehicle. Squinting at it momentarily, Pietro took a wild guess and figured that was the accelerator.
His hunch was proven correct as he felt the vehicle lurch forward.
"OH SHIT!"
Everything abruptly slowed down from the silver haired Avengers perspective.
He managed to jump up off the odd vehicle in time, with the machine still flying forward even without a driver.
Pietro landed clumsily, tripping over himself several times before landing on his ass and looking up in time to see his newest discovery unceremoniously crash right into the side of a house.
Throwing his fists up, Pietro experienced a full body cringe as he clenched his teeth while his body tensed up at what he had just done. Jumping up to his feet, Maximoff carefully went up to the fiery remains of the contraption.
Slumping his shoulders in self-disappointment, Pietro palmed the side of his head while internally admonishing himself.
That was then cut off by a distinctly strange sound echoing over the village. Slowly looking behind him, Pietro strained his ears.
Tuning out the small fire going on behind him, Pietro could distinctly hear the sounds what seemed to be marching of some kind.
Quirking a brow, Pietro dashed to the direction of the new sounds though making sure he wouldn't be seen.
Halting in an alleyway between two houses, Maximoff slowly peaked out from his little hiding spot to a bewildering sight that caused Pietro to seize up for a second.
Robots. And lots of them, aligned in a military marching position.
Though not like any he had seen before.
These were certainly not anything he had seen Ultron or Tony Stark make. There was a sense of uniformity and variety to them.
There were skinny, lanky robots holding what seemed to be guns with several having distinct green accents on them.
Then there were the larger, bulkier bots with their right arms positioned up to the sky with distinctly visible gun-like barrels on their wrists.
They all definitely moved like an infantry unit.
A couple dozen up front, what Pietro could only describe as a super tank of some kind, another dozen behind it followed by one more tank.
They continued their march, until the lead bot with Yellow accents this time raised its hand to call for a halt.
"There's smoke coming from that direction."
Pietro couldn't help but do a double take at the nasally, one could even describe it as dorky voice that came out of that lanky robot.
That was not at all what he thought they would sound like.
"You three." The yellow accented bot gestured to the three closest to him. "Go check it out."
"Roger, Roger."
Bewildered, Pietro stuck to the alleyways and shadows using his speed to stay out of sight from the lanky bots as they went over to the wrecked vehicle.
"What caused this?" The center bot asked, voice as nasally as the apparent leader.
"The rebels?" The right one asked.
"Why would one of the rebels crash a speeder bike?" The left one inquired.
"They're tail-headed." The middle one said like it were obvious.
"What does that mean?"
"I always thought their brain distribution is cause of their head shape."
"Your circuits are crossed, that's not how anatomy works."
"What's going on here?"
The three plain looking bots were interrupted by the arrival of the rest of the retinue.
"We found this crashed speeder bike." The middle bot explained. "It seems to be recent, though there's no body."
"Hmmm, could this be a trap?"
"Most of the reports said that the Twi'lek forces are holed up with the Jedi and Clones."
"Fan out. Check the houses and alleyways for any survivors here."
"Uh, what do we do if we find someone?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know."
The yellow accented bot palmed its face. "Take them prisoner."
"Oh, right! Of course!"
"You idiot."
Tensing up, Pietro cautiously backed away while keeping his eyes on the bots that began to go about into separate groups with some entering houses.
Suddenly, Pietro heard a sound that he had never heard before that echoed across the village and the surrounding Mesa. Looking up to the skies, Maximoffs eyes widened dramatically at the sight of a gigantic ship descending on down from the heavens above.
It looked unlike anything Pietro had seen before and after spending a few months with the Avengers, he had seen a lot. But this was different.
Was this that alien race his older teammates had faced three years ago?!
Whatever it was, Pietro honestly did not want to stick around to find out. Running out of the alleyway at full speed, Quicksilver ran past many droids, some of which didn't even notice the silverfish-blue blur that rushed past them all.
"What was that?"
"What?"
"That weird silver blue thingy that just ran past us."
"I didn't see anything."
"Well I did."
"Me too!"
"So what was it then."
"I don't know. It was too fast to see."
"Oh forget it. We can't stay here. Reinforcements have arrived. We must be ready to press our attack on the Republic."
"Roger, Roger."
Pietro ran at break neck speeds getting as far away as he possibly can from that village. He skidded to a halt after seeing the large ship way off in the distance.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Pietro looked around and now saw he was in some kind of forest.
There were large shrubs and bushes completely new to the speedster as he took the time to inspect just where he was now.
"Now what?" Pietro asked himself, having no clue what to do now.
The more time he spent here, the less he started to believe that he was in Europe anymore. Communication between the others has been non-existent and he just saw a gigantic warship that was clearly alien so the answers to his many questions could be infinite by this point in time.
Looking back one final time to the giant ship, Pietro faced the daunting task ahead of him knowing in his gut that as of this moment he was alone.
Beginning his trek through the forest, Pietro casually picked up a stick on the way, idly poking and prodding random things that could reach with it.
The dirt on the ground, above ground roots, tree barks, branches, rocks.
As if perhaps trying to find something he wasn't looking for.
Pulling out his phone that he still had on him, Maximoff was grateful for the fact that it still had power left. A lot actually.
Leave it to Tony Stark to go big or go home. Seriously, all of their tech may as well never shut down really. All they apparently need is a little light.
Checking his other pockets, he was glad to find the pocket containing his jumbled up headphones.
Placing the buds in his ears, Pietro pressed mix on his phone and began listening to some calming paced tunes to pass the time.
~If I had time in a bottle~
Pietro casually hummed the tune, making a few dashes here and there upon seeing small strips of straight land.
He continued on for a half hour seeing that summed up that up to the amount of songs he listened to until stepping out of the forest to stand before a canyon valley way before him. And in between the mountainous walls, a village.
With a bunch of humanoids with rather colorful skin.
Some of whom stopped what they were doing to stare at Pietro who stood frozen with his mouth slightly agape and hands up at waste level.
What followed was a long several moments of awkward and tense silence as what felt like the rest of the village taking notice of the quiet villagers closest to Pietro also grow silent.
"Hey, what's going on over here?" Yelled out an accented voice. "You're all supposed to be packing and getting a move on. We need to get you all to safety."
From behind the colorfully skinned humanoids came a handful of other individuals, these one's being decked out in full white armor with brown shadings and colorings. They carried large rifles that Pietro could not identify.
"What's going on here?" One of the White-brown armored men asked.
Wordlessly, a humanoid with orange skin gestured his head in Pietro's direction.
All eyes were back on the speedy Avengers who just stood there opening and closing his mouth as he tried to make heads or tails… or tails on heads really of the situation he had literally walked himself into.
"Uh… hi?"
"Hands where I could see them." One of the armored individuals said authoritatively. "Get down on the ground now."
"Hey, hey." Pietro said calmly, though his eyes were challenging. "I don't want any trouble, I'm just passing through."
"Just passing through?" Repeated another of the armored soldiers a bit incredulously. "You are just passing through on a planet that's essentially an active warzone."
"Wait, what?" Pietro did a double take. "What did you just say?"
"Huh?"
"You said "A Planet that's an active Warzone", that's what you just said, right?" Pietro said loudly.
"Yeah, Ryloth." The same soldier that repeated his words said. "It's been under Separatist attack for a few weeks now. The Planet you're on right now. Where have you been, under a rock?"
"Planet." Pietro murmured to himself in disbelief. "I'm on another fucking planet?!"
"Hey, hold still." The first Soldier that spoke to him said sharply.
"Easier said than done pal, I'm kinda in the middle of a dilemma here." Pietro shot back, somewhat frantically.
This threw all those present off balance at such a curt response from someone they had never seen before.
Pietro was no muttering to himself rapidly, at such rates that none of them could even begin to make out what he was saying.
Finally, one of the men in armor got a bit fed up.
"Eh, Shiny hair." The soldier got Pietro's attention.
"Listen, we are in the middle of a war right now with the clankers about to reign down fire on this and every other village that hasn't been bombed by the Seps." This gave Pietro pause. "And then some random nobody shows up with some strange getup right as we're evacuating."
"Clankers?" Pietro repeated.
"Droids, Supers, the Separatists."
"And… Warzone?"
VWWWWWRRRRR
All activity and conversation froze within the area upon hearing that sound.
What soon followed were panicked and frightened screams along with similarly accented men barking and shouting orders.
Then came blaster fire.
"VULTURES."
"WE'VE GOT DROIDS! CLANKER COMIN IN FROM THE EAST."
"AAT TANKS INCOMING!"
Then came the explosions.
Then came cries of children calling out for their parents.
Everything from Pietro's perspective slowed to a crawl. His heart rate spiked, his breathing erratic. He felt sweat begin to accumulate on his brow while his palms became wet.
He felt Wanda's presence next to him as he watched his parents disappear into a hole from a missile.
Pietro saw the frightened children.
Hitching his breath, he returned to the present and moved.
A family of four were cowering in fear with a pinkish-purple sphere falling down right on them.
They jolted.
They remained huddled together with their eyes closed when the youngest opened her eyes to see them standing outside their village on the west side.
Along with several other villagers with their families.
And another group just appeared.
Followed by another.
And another.
All being surrounded by some kind of blur that quickly rushed back into the village to bring back more villagers.
The sounds of blaster fire and bombs were heard all around.
"Move men, on the double." An armored soldier commanded. "Use the alleyways and rubble for cover. Sixer, get up on that building there and provide cover fire."
The brown and white armored men got into position and began to return fire upon the oncoming army of robots that fired back at them in full force.
Flying ships continued to harass the village though two got shot down from missiles launched by ground soldiers.
"We're sitting ducks here with their tanks and air support."
"We've got the firepower to take down the tanks."
"But not the men. They'll just get shot down."
"Just keep firing. We need to buy the tail heads time to retreat."
"Uh, Sarge. The Tail heads have already evacuated the entire village."
"… What?"
Taking the chance to glance behind him, the sergeant of this unit was stunned to see all the Twi'leks that inhabited this village seemingly vanish completely save for a literal handful who display bewildered expressions.
Suddenly, without warning, a silvery blue blur whisked an unsuspecting Twi'lek away followed by another and another until every Twi'lek within the vicinity was gone. All of this transpiring within a few seconds.
"What the Kriff was that?!" Asked a nearby soldier.
His answer came in the form of the same blur returning to utterly decimate and plow through several lines of battle droids in front of them. All the soldiers could here were the sound of metal getting struck hard and bursting apart into pieces.
Skidding to a halt in front of them, Quicksilver was an impressive sight to behold as he casually tossed aside a Super Battle Droids arm to the ground.
Looking to the soldiers in armor, Pietro quirked an expectant brow. "Well, are you going to fight back or not?"
Not waiting for an answer, Pietro rushed forth slamming into the nearest bot. The speed and momentum of his run sent the B1 battle droid careening and crashing into several more droids.
He didn't stop there, continuing to decimate and run through most of these robots that were unlucky enough to be caught in his field of view.
Back over with the soldiers, they all could only stare with eyes wide and jaws dropped with some even taking off their helmets to make sure what they were seeing wasn't some kind of illusion.
None could keep up with this man who seemed to defy everything they knew about the galaxy. All that they were able to see were brief after images of where he momentarily slowed down and concentrated an attack on before zipping away once more.
The Sergeant at long last shook his head out of his own stupor and raised his rifle once more.
"Come on brothers." He shouted out, unleashing laser on the clankers. "This crazy guy's giving us a chance and he's taking all the fun. Concentrate your fire, NOW!"
After several more seconds of trying to gather their wits about them, the rest of his men got back into it and returned to firing at the bots attacking them.
Though by this point, the enemy was in a bit of a chaotic mess as they were now trying to figure out as to what in the hell was going on.
"Um, what happened to the rest of the uniCRACK"
Quicksilver was relentless in his assault on the robots, a serious case of Deja-vu coming over him.
Taking a moment to halt and catch his breath, Pietro noticed blue bolts fly by him taking a moment to look back and see the armored soldiers renewed their defensive offense against the attacking bots.
Grinning, Pietro resumed his own attack, dispatching droids left and right.
"He's gotten their attention. Concentrate your fire on the nearest tanks."
Following the sergeants instructions, many of the armored soldiers who didn't have rocket launchers pulled out magnetic thermal detonators. Working in unison, each tank received 3 to 6 grenades primarily around the hatch and cannon area.
Destroying a multitude of the tanks, the armored soldiers divvied up their forces.
Half remained here to continue to hold off the Droid contingent while the other half split off to find the Twi'lek villagers and get them away from here and on route to their rendezvous.
"Sixer." The sergeant said through his helmet comm link. "What's the location on those villagers."
"West side border sir." Sixer responded. "They're all huddled together, none missing it seems."
The sergeant looked back up to see Pietro deliver a powerful high speed knee to a grayish bulky droid with the power destroying its domed head.
Grinning beneath his helmet in awe and astonishment, the Sergeant gave off the order to fall back.
"EH. EH SPEEDY."
Pietro was busy grabbing a droid and bashing its head into the wall of a house when he heard someone shouting.
Turning his head, he saw that armored guy waving at him to come over. Taking a moment to inspect the area, Pietro saw that it was relatively cleared so he appeared before the soldier in the blink of an eye.
"Whoa." The sergeant whispered. "That's insane."
"Yes, what is it?" Pietro said somewhat impatiently.
"Er, listen, I saw you when you first showed up and I know that we got off on the wrong foot it seems but you just saved the lives of all those villagers back there."
Pietro's guarded expression softened a bit at that little tidbit, shrugging it off. "It's part of the job. Civilian safety comes first."
The sergeant found himself nodding with approval. "Look, I know this may seem sudden, but you save a lot of lives just now. My brothers and I could really use your help in getting the civvies to the rendezvous with the rest of the Republic forces and General Di. Come with us, we need all the help we can get."
Pietro eyed the man momentarily, glancing back to the wreckage of the village and then to the robots that were apparently responsible for this attack.
What he did in response was really a gut reflex and he honestly could still hear the echoes of the past.
As fast as Pietro is, right now even he could tell his option were limited at this very moment.
He wasn't on Earth for starters, instead being on this planet called Ryloth.
And judging by the scale of the attack he had just witnessed, this somewhat confirms the earlier comments about this entire planet being a warzone. He recalled that earlier robot patrol he saw at the first village he arrived in.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Pietro remembered Natasha and Steve's training about gauging and situation and learning what you can to adapt accordingly.
Sighing to himself, Pietro looked at the visor of the sergeants helmet. "Alright, I'll come with you for now. But I've gotta a lot of questions to ask so I hope you're ready to answer them."
Scene cut
"Hold the line men." Jedi General Ima-Gun Di yelled out valiantly standing with his personally assigned Clone corps as they fought against the oncoming wave of Separatist battle droids.
Beside Jedi Di was his trusted comrade and second in command, Captain Keeli.
Both stood shoulder to shoulder as they fought with all their might against the droid army.
All around them were the 71st Clone legion mixed in with the Twi'lek freedom fighters under the leadership of Cham Syndulla. Scout walkers ran about firing at the CIS forces and several AT-TE's created a perimeter of sorts for the Republic troops.
Every last one of them fought with unrivaled ferocity as they had been since the start of the CIS invasion of Ryloth but the losses were beginning to mount up.
To many strategic areas for the Republic had fallen and been taken by the Separatist. Even the capital city of the planet, Lessu, was under the control of the Confederacy.
Yet they remained vigilant and unwavering in the defense of this planet.
Cham rallied as many willing and able bodied Twi'leks as possible in their efforts to keep the CIS from fully controlling and oppressing their people.
A sentiment General Di shared as they repelled yet another Droid wave that was for the time being retreating after sustaining heavy losses.
Using this moment to regroup, Di, Keeli and Cham met with each other going over battle strategies and casualties.
"What's our losses, Captain?" Cham addressed the Clone who had removed his helmet.
Keeli held a hard stare as he rattle off the numbers. "28 Clones dead, 62 injured. 23 Freedom Fighters dead, 45 injured."
"That's a rather steep increase from last time." Cham noted grimly.
"The Separatists have gained a strong foothold upon the planet." Di said dejectedly. "They will be able to continuously funnel in more ground and air support even with the ongoing battle with the Republic fleet above."
"What can we even do now, Jedi Di?" Cham inquired. "Simply wait for our inevitable and watch my people perish?"
"It will not come to that." Di stated with steely eyed determination. "Keeli, begin rounding up the troops. It is time we depart from this sector and hold up at our operating base."
"Yes sir." Keeli responded, placing his helmet back on and moving to address the troops.
"We're abandoning this base?" Cham asked with a skewed eye.
"It is a dangerous risk to remain here at such open land." Di calmly stated. "We barely held out with the forces we have. Your freedom fighters are spread throughout the planet but my men are dwindling just as fast as yours. I would rather not haphazardly toss away their lives for a small fortress. That is not the Jedi way."
"Are you certain this is a wise choice?" Cham inquired. "To move about at such a vulnerable capacity even with our terrain walker and scouters? I know every secret passage away the planet over but there are none that could be used here, General. If we move to retreat, we are open to attack."
"If we stay, even in a fortified position, we are open to attack." Di countered. "Right now we have given ourselves a brief reprieve. And we shall not let it go to waste. Our forward operating base has the remainder of our AT-TE walkers and Scout walkers as well as LAAT Gunships. We can hold out there until the Republic come with reinforcements."
Cham wished to retort but was presented as Keeli returned.
"Sir, I just received news from Sergeant Grit and his scout team. The Twi'lek village from sector 2284 has been accounted for and completely evacuated with minimal casualties."
"Some good news." Di said with a bittersweet tone. "Tell Sergeant Grit to meet us at our forward operating base. Send out word to all units. It's better to have strength in numbers than simply waiting around for our turn with the Separatists."
Keeli nodded, sending out the order to any and all units that haven't been lost to the separatists.
"How many men will we have if all units return, Keeli?" Di asked softly.
Keeli sighed, rubbing his chin in thought. "If we're lucky sir, possibly six to seven hundred. But I sent out 200 of our men on those search and rescue missions to get the Twi'leks to safety. And only one of them has an AT-TE as support. The rest are either on scout walkers, speeder bikes or just on foot. And that's also if we make it back with the rest of the boys back at ground base. We'll have a strong total of eight hundred. And again, that's…"
"A big if, depending on how many units return." Di finished for his second in command.
Keeli could only frown in concern, observing Di's expression morph into a momentary trance-like state.
"General?" Keeli placed his hand upon Di's shoulder and shook him slightly. "Are you alright?"
Blinking, Di shook his head while massaging his forehead. "Apologies my friend. I have been getting these unusual… shifts if you could call them that within the force."
"Like earlier?" Keeli recalled, giving an anxious look. "I don't mean to bring that up again, General but that was no ordinary reaction I ever saw. And from transmissions from other Jedi generals, they seemed to have experienced the same phenomena."
"I'm sorry for making you worry, Captain." Di said earnestly. "But I, like many others undoubtedly have felt a great change within the force. Something is coming to this galaxy, to this war. And it will change the very trajectory of everything we know."
Keeli could hardly contain the disturbed expression he now held at the thought of something that could change the very way the galaxy they all inhabit works.
General Di was always known as a straight laced, professional but loyal Jedi. When he first got assigned the 71st legion, Di took great time in getting acquainted and truly knowing his unit. In his own words when he first spoke to Keeli and his men, "I will not lead an army of numbers. I will fight alongside an army of men".
That along with Di's undying faithfulness to his legion and willingness to fight alongside them had earned the undying loyalty of the 71st.
So much so that the entire legion had decorated their armors with brown accents to better reflect their allegiance to their Jedi general.
And now, after all that, hearing the clearly troubled words of the an oncoming change to the galaxy that all force-users felt did little in alleviating Keeli's tension on the whole situation right now.
But he had to compartmentalize that away right now as Di began instructing the retreat of the Republic forces back to their main base.
A perimeter was to be made with the wounded in the center while the rest.
Cham and Di lead from the front with the AT-TE's providing extra cover. Scout walkers were in frequent motion, a sense of constant surveillance.
They were moving fast, taking only several momentary stops before moving on again.
Up above, they heard the telltale signs of galactic warfare above with the occasional batch of Republic Starfighters moving in to engage the CIS fighters.
Thankfully, so far, they encountered no enemy forces when.
"We're ten minutes out from the operating base, sirs." Keeli informed Cham and Di. "Just around the hills there."
"Null."
Immediately, all clones with several of the Twi'leks whipped their guns out in the direction of a nearby forest.
"ARC." One of the Clone troopers within the defensive line shouted back.
Out from behind the trees and thickets came the familiar faces of more Twi'leks and Clone Troopers.
Di and Keeli exchanged relieved smiles.
"Sergeant Grit." Di walked over to greet one of his officers. "I thank the force that you've returned with so many alive and unharmed."
"General, Captain." Grit quickly saluted the both of his superior officers. "You're a sight for sore eyes sirs. It's been a bit of a hassle getting here."
"I could imagine it so." Di said knowingly. "How was your mission?"
"A bit all of over the place honestly." Grit admitted. "Got sidetracked by frequent droid patrols, air and ground. When we got to the designated coordinates, it took a while to rouse everyone out from their homes and move to evacuate."
"Any casualties?" Di asked, somewhat dreading the answer.
"7 Dead sir." Grit stated. "22 injured."
"That's fewer than I expected." Keeli couldn't help but blurt out, pleasantly surprised by this news.
"You could thank him for that." Grit said, thumbing behind him.
Keeli and Di looked over the sergeants shoulder to see a rather peculiar sight amongst the Clone and Twi'leks.
It was a single, lone human man with a very strange garb and hair with several Twi'lek kids around him looking up to him with starry eyes. He seemed to be greatly enjoying entertaining the young kids as several had laughed at a comment he appeared to say.
"Him?" Keeli asked for confirmation.
"Yes Captain." Grit nodded. "You will not believe what he's capable of sirs. It's unlike anything we've ever seen."
Greatly intrigued now, Keeli and Di followed after Grit who approached the silver haired young man who was entertaining a few kids with a small pebble.
Now, most wouldn't be able to see it but Di barely noticed it.
He was making a magic show by seemingly making the pebbles in between his fingers vanish only to pull them out from the children's noses or ears, much to their delighted confusion.
What nobody saw however were the sudden, blink-and-you'll-miss-it movements the man's arms displayed.
Di's eyes widened at seeing the man seemingly twitch his arms followed by a barely visible after image.
'Is that… him?' Ima-Gunn Di thought internally.
The man seemed to have a mischievous grin on his face in front of the kids, as one of them held a pebble out on her palm with an adorably challenging pout. Then he was gone.
Those present blinked in confusion at his sudden disappearance when hand from behind the young Twi'lek girl rested itself atop her head and swayed her back and forth.
Gaping, the kids and even some clones and adults looked to see the man with a smug smirk casually flicking the pebble the little girl had in his hand.
Di and Keeli could only gape along with others who were unaware as to what they just saw.
"What was that?" Keeli asked aloud.
Grit grinned. "That guy is the reason so many of us managed to come back alive."
Di silently observed the man, playing with the kids.
The force.
It resonated not through or from him but more specifically, around him. It was as if it was a convergence of sorts as the concentration the force had on this individual man was incredibly potent.
Whoever Di was dealing with here, this was something possibly entirely new.
But right now, that had to wait.
Ending the brief reprieve, Ima-Gunn Di began yelling out orders for all to get ready to move in three minutes seeing as how close they were to the main operating base where a Republic fleet still hands high above their heads.
At long last, the 71st as well as the Freedom fighters of Ryloth were in full force.
Or so they had wished.
Unfortunately, Sergeant Grits was the only one who managed to return with most of his unit relatively intact. Team 3 had returned with only half of his men while he heard nothing from teams 2 and 4.
In total, the remaining forces of the 71st legion was a sum total 650 men. Along with a few hundred Freedom Fighters they were barely past a thousand.
General Di, Cham and Keeli had just finished getting an inventory report as well as an update on the fleet above.
They were getting hammered hard in all direction, barely holding out as it is. Republic reinforcements remain unattainable as of right now.
"Captain Keeli." Di spoke to his second in command. "How long do you believe we could last here?"
"At full length sir? No longer than a week." Keeli said with grim honesty. "Rationing out the food may prolong it by several days but if the Separatists keep hitting us then we won't last that much longer. The fleet above is whittling down and the clankers could send more reinforcements down easily now."
"Then what do you believe we should do?" Di inquired, walking over to a holo-table displaying their current position.
They were currently at the entrance of a large gap in between a two large elevated land masses. Further in was their main base where most of the soldiers and Twi'lek were at the moment. It was rather open in between but thankfully the naturally formed caves within the mountains provided cover from aerial bombardment.
Still, in hindsight due to their current predicament Keeli said it best. They were sitting Porgs just waiting to get decimated.
Keeli momentarily looked around, looking over all that they had right now.
The AT-TE's were all stationed here, forming a line with their cannons all pointed up. They currently served as their Anti-Aircraft guns while the MG nests and Scout walker remained their heavy weaponry for the ground.
There were also the strange bipedal creatures that the Twi'leks have tamed as mounts named Blurrg's all about the area. They were surprisingly effective in battle and useful beasts of burden. Most were situated around or within the small cluster of trees nearby the entrance to the gap between mountains.
Several rows of trenches with turrets lining them were the final touches of their defenses.
"We could hold out, though I don't know for how long." Keeli admitted. "We've had to abandon a lot of our equipment all over the place when retreating from the Seps, sir. Even with the equipment there's still the matter of food and water and the Clankers hitting us again. Force knows how many times they'll come till we're all dead on the ground, General."
Di frowned, crossing his arms in contemplation over their situation.
It was not looking good and he knew it. The Confederacy has made a successful campaign in storming Ryloth with a good percentage of the planet now under their rule.
While fighting has been limited across the planet overall, every battle held key locations and purpose such as the capital, resource caches and Republic bases.
Di was at a bit of impasse as to what to do next but he remained resolute in his conviction to fight on.
"SIR!"
Keeli and Di turned to see a Clone Trooper running to them.
Rather than waiting for them to say anything, The trooper merely held out his scopes for Di.
"Enemy dropships coming in."
Alarmed, Di grabbed the scope and held them up.
"70 degrees up sir, to your left."
Following his troopers instructions, Di was met with the unwelcoming sight of a large cluster of Droid drop ships with tanks in tow.
"On those guns, now." Di ordered out with many clones rushing to their position. "Get those fighters out of the skies. Men, battle positions." He held up his wrist Comm. "Grit, I need your battalion up here front and center. We've got more droids incoming."
"Copy that sir."
The clones all began lining the trenches.
"General Di."
The Nikto Jedi turned to see Cham arriving on his own Blurrg.
"Cham." Di greeted. "Ready your militia. More Droid abound."
Cham simply nodded, turning his beast around and running around the camp and instructing the Twi'lek to get ready with some already joining the trenches with the Clones while others mounted the many Blurrg's nearby.
Meanwhile, the AT-TE's all had their Mass-driver canons all pointed up with several already firing at the oncoming droid forces.
The droid fighters and drop ships simply charged through, unmoving in their trajectory even as some were shot down.
Hyena and Vulture fighters charged forward, returning fire.
Two of the AT-TE's were subsequently destroyed.
Clones and Twi'leks with rocket launchers began firing up at the fighters, shooting off clusters of rockets rather than targeting.
It was a continuous cycle until the droid dropships at last reached the ground level and began deploying its troops.
B1 and B2 Battle droids began their programmed march towards enemy forces and firing right away.
Di ignited his Lightsaber with Keeli withdrawing his dual DC-17 blasters.
"Open fire." Di ordered, holding his lightsaber forward.
A hail storm of red and blue blaster bolts began flying back and forth between Droids, Clones and Twi'lek.
"Shock Battalion go." Keeli commanded. "Work through their ground forces and concentrate fire on their tanks."
A dozen AT-RT's ran forward at full speed with their Clone pilots kicking and blasting through many droids though several were quickly shot down or blown up.
Fortunately, assistance came in the form of a cavalry charge courtesy of the Twi'leks on their Blurrgs as well as speeder bikes that were utilized by both clones and tail heads.
Many Droids began falling in droves but it was not to be that simple or easy.
More Dropships were descending with more reinforcements.
Di clenched his teeth, deflecting bolts left and right at their senders. He jumped forward and stood at the front of the trenches with some Clone Troopers jumping out from cover to join their General with some getting shot down.
"For the Republic." Di yelled out a rallying cry with his clone troopers crying out in defiance of the enemy droids.
Scene cut.
Before the start of the current battle, Pietro sat alone against a rocky pillar in the shade.
He had met the alien known as Ima-Gun Di along with apparently a clone trooper named Keeli and Cham Syndulla, a Twi'lek as his species is called.
In short, Pietro had no iota of a fucking clue as to what to do or where he was.
All he could vaguely recall is something about a war in a galaxy, Clone troopers, Droids, the planet Ryloth, the Republic, the Confederacy of something and him being all by himself in the middle of it all.
He ran his hands down his face as he bemoaned his current situation trying to make heads or tails as to what he can do right now.
His thought process went into overdrive, as it ran at a million miles a minute.
Due to his enhancement courtesy of the mind stone, his body got an overhaul. Faster reflexes, running speed, metabolism and so on. But he also got a fortunate and unfortunate boost to his mental capacity.
Pietro was always known as impulsive individual, both in actions and in thoughts. Following his gaining of super powers, this doubled down on all his aspects including his thinking capabilities. Stark theorized its possibly the reason why he could perceive thing at such a fast rate while everything around him is slow. He's thinking "fast" basically.
But that also means so much could go through his head at once, it can be a bit of a jumbled mess at times.
When he first got his powers, his body experienced spasms as well as excruciating headaches as his being was essentially getting accustomed to these new features.
So, with these powers, a plethora of questions sprinted through Pietros mind on the now.
Where was he? What was he to do? Where were the Avengers? Is Wanda hurt? Is Vision alright? Are the others alright? Are they here? If so where? If not, are they in this 'Galaxy' that Di mentioned? What were they doing? What should he do? Wait… that's the four hundredth time he asked that question.
Groaning in exasperation, Pietro didn't really as he thumped his head back against the rocky pillar he leaned on.
Clenching his fists tightly, the Avenger exhaled shakily. He remained there in his own misery for several moments when…
"Haha."
Pietro's ears perked up at the sound of laughter.
Opening an eye, he saw Twi'lek children running around playing together without a care in the world.
Off on the side were adult Twi'leks, probably their parents, watching over them.
And sparsely populating the area were some Clone's here and there.
Strange really.
The scene before him kind of reminded him Sokovia.
It wasn't the best country in the world to live in but dammit it was home. He recalled similar times where it was him, Wanda, other kids along with their parents while soldiers, militia, police or mercenaries were around.
And with this apparent war he found himself in, it was easy to recognize for Maximoff.
While he wasn't told this, Pietro could see and feel it all the same.
Ryloth, like Sokovia was a place of constant strife and conflict. Whether it be from its own internal problems to constant outside forces, Ryloth is not special but on the way to everything special.
Just like Ultron.
Honestly, seeing those robots attack and him running in to fight them felt a bit to natural. Serious Deja-vu… on an alien planet.
Guess some things were indeed universal
Smiling slightly at the kids who continued to enjoy their games, this tranquility ended at the Clone Troopers all sharply jumping up to their feet at receiving warnings of an incoming attack.
Pietro tensed up, watching Clones and armed Twi'leks run about whilst the civilians all went towards safer locations directed by the clones.
Getting up, Pietro looked in the direct where most of the soldiers were running to and decided to head there.
Honestly, he was never one to idly sit on the sidelines.
He was no benchwarmer. Clint taught him that one.
"Hey." Pietro saw the familiar armor marking of Clone Sergeant Grit. "What are you doing here, speedy?"
"It's Pietro." Quicksilver dryly corrected. "And what's going on?"
"More clankers inbound." Grit merely replied, sliding on his helmet and grabbing his rifle.
"More of those robots?" Pietro said to himself. "Of course there's more. When is there not?"
All around him, Twi'leks and Clones ran in the direction of where the sound of a battle was underway. And by the sounds of it, quite a brutal one.
Now, Pietro knew that this was a bit out of his depth.
He clearly landed in the middle of a planet where there are two intergalactic powers at war with one another with this planet being apparently only one of hundreds currently engaged in fierce combat.
War, while something he never participated in, was a constant threat hovering over his home and he had grown up a bit more hardened by the world.
Then again, evil robots attacking a village of innocent civilians was bit too familiar for the Sokovian so….
Cracking his neck, Pietro grinned roguishly and dashed forward.
Back at the battle, Jedi General Di was in the thick of it swinging, slicing and deflecting without a moments of rest.
Behind him were his men, advancing along with him even with their numbers dwindling. They remained steadfast in their stand against the onslaught of Droids, never wavering in the face of overwhelming odds.
But the losses were beginning to pile up now. The Droids had come this time with a plan, targeting their heavy weapons and walkers with dive bombs and even suicidal crashes.
They were down to three right now, Speeder bikes were all but gone and a handful of AT-RT's.
"Captain Keeli." Di shouted over the blaster fire, redirecting several blaster bolts at once. "The right flank is getting stretched thin. Take several units and reinforce it immediately."
"What about you sir?" Keeli asked, ducking under several shots before returning fire.
"I shall hold my position." Di said with steely eyed determination. "Go Keeli, I will not ask a second time."
Keeli wanted to object but seeing the Jedi's resolve, he had no choice but to acquiesce.
"Sixer, get some snipers up on those cliffs. Rev, you and your men follow me."
Going off to his assigned area, Di remained at the front pushing forward.
He wasn't alone of course as he had a dozen Clones still with him who had refused to just abandon their general to die.
Di showed his appreciation with an increase of movements and flurry of lightsaber swings, leaping about between the dozen Clones he had at his side to defend them from Droid blaster fire.
"Men, form two line behind me."
Following his instruction, the twelve clones formed two lines of Six.
Di began moving forward, blocking shots coming his way while also slicing through any droid close enough for his reach. Behind him, the front six Clone troopers targeted every droid that was distracted by their Jedi general while the back six covered the rest.
It wasn't an easy incision into enemy lines, losing a quarter of the men on the way.
Yet it provided to be a minor success as several frontline rows of droids began taking note of the small group of Republic troops and Jedi cutting and shooting their way into their offensive lines.
This in turn allowed the Clones and Twi'leks in the trenches begin shooting down a large swath of the droid forces.
However, the victory was short lived as Hyena Droids flew in, dropping bombs across the field without a care about the other Droid troops on the ground.
Dust and debris exploded up into the air with droid parts, Clones and Twi'leks being flung back by the impact of the explosions.
General Ima-Gun Di was lying flat on his back, face scrunched up in pain. His Jedi robes held many singes and armored greaves scorched.
Clenching his fists, Di blearily opened his eyes. Taking a moment to breath, he forced himself up to his knees.
His vision was blurred but he was able to see the familiar silver cylindrical object that was his lightsaber.
Dazed, he reached out and grabbed his weapon.
Taking a moment to gauge his surroundings, Di could scarcely see anything though both the dust and his sight began to slowly clear.
To his side were two clones visibly struggling to get up themselves though another in between them was clutching his side in clear pain.
He didn't know where the rest of the dozen that followed him were. All he knew was that there three of his men behind him and a bunch of clankers in front all walking in their direction with their blasters pointed right at him.
Glaring defiantly, Di shakily grabbed his saber with both hands and ignited his blade.
He knew he wouldn't last long right about now, even with him calling upon the force for aid but dammit he was not going to just let them kill him or his men.
Hearing the sounds of blasters being prepped to shoot, Di allowed the force flow through him. One last….
"INCOMING."
Before he could even blink, before his very eyes it appeared as though the droids were all seemingly blown apart into pieces by an unseen force.
Unseen to most.
Di saw it.
Barely but it was there.
That momentary after image of someone appearing before several droids and hitting them with such power they basically shattered upon impact.
Suddenly, one after another, droids were bursting apart though not by explosions or blaster fire. Something was hitting and it was doing a damn effective job.
In a matter of seconds, Di and the Republic forces couldn't even count the number of droids that were utterly obliterated by whatever it was that was attacking them.
Then, someone slid to a stop in front of Di.
"Whew, that was a good warm-up." Pietro Maximoff stated cheekily. He was casually rotating his right arm and shoulder with his left hand placed over his clavicle. In his right hand was a B1 droid head.
"Beep-boop-borp." Pietro said mockingly, shaking the droid head up and down before tossing it aside looking to the stunned silent Jedi.
"What?" Pietro joking asked with a wry grin. "You didn't see that coming?"
Not waiting for a response, Pietro bolted forward once more and shoulder slammed a B2 super followed by grabbing two B1's and grinding their heads down against the ground while running.
"SIR." Di vaguely heard his name called but he did turn to see Sergeant Grit along with several more Clones running over to him.
"Sergeant." Di wheezed out.
"Let's get you out of here sir." Grit pulled the Jedi's arm over his shoulders with the other Clones moving to help their downed brothers get to safety.
"Captain Keeli? Cham?" Di managed out.
"They've fallen back behind the trenches sir." Grit informed. "With the rest of the men."
Di took a second to look behind and see the pandemonium.
The speedsters sudden arrival and subsequent thrashing of the droid forces have thrown the clanker into apparent disarray.
Quicksilver was grinning maniacally with apparent joy at the rush of bashing through all these murder bots. Running at one B2 in his path, Pietro pounced on the gray droid.
His momentum coupled with his force behind his grab caused the droids legs to buckle down until they broke apart.
Tumbling forward with the droids ovular body in hands now, Pietro kicked up and began spinning in a rapid circle until he flung the makeshift wrecking ball forward with all his might. The speed enhanced body collided into a cluster of droids and destroyed most while others fell over.
Smirking, Pietro zipped off once more taking an unlucky B1 for a ride.
Back with Jedi Di he was getting tended to his wounds, primarily his shoulder, while speaking with Cham.
"We cannot hold out here any longer, General." Cham spoke in total seriousness, taking occasional moments to fire his blaster at any droid he could see. "You are injured now and our forces are dwindling by the second. If we stay we will die and if we do not get any support from the Republic we will die."
"I shall contact the fleet above." Di grunted out.
Pietro in the meantime was wrecking shop upon the CIS army, ripping apart and demolishing every single droid in his way.
From his perspective, Pietro noticed one B1 droid have some kind of sphere in its hand with its arm cocked back in a throwing motion.
Tilting his head in curiosity, Quicksilver ran over and took a moment to inspect the sphere in its hand. Judging by its size and shape with the glowing red dot on top, it was easy for Pietro to assume that this must be a grenade of some kind.
Looking behind him, Pietro's eyes glinted as he got an idea in mind. Quickly grabbing the primed grenade, Quicksilver ran at the AAT tank closest to him and jumped forward.
With a precise throw that would definitely make Steve and Clint proud, Pietro chucked the grenade into the barrel of the large cannon of the tank.
A few seconds later, the grenade blew up permanently damaging the AAT's primary weapon.
The upper hatch of the tank opened up to reveal a rattled droid pilot.
"What just happeBWAH!"
The Droid was abruptly grabbed around its lanky neck by Quicksilver and thrown out from the tank.
Laughing to himself, Pietro lightly dropped into the tank with the sound of complaining droids followed by loud clanging and banging from within the vehicle that rocked the it around.
The back ramp fell open with Pietro walking out at leisurely pace with a droid blaster in hand.
"Hmmm, wonder if this is as simply as it looks." Pietro said to himself.
"Hey, drop your weapon." A B1 droid said, voice as nasally as ever.
"I think that's actually ours."
"Then he's stealing."
Pietro raised the blaster and fired, nailing a droid right in the head and knocked it clean off.
"Whoa." Pietro exclaimed with a wide grin. "It's as simple as that."
"Get him."
Pietro was gone from his spot.
"Wait, how do we do that?"
"Yeah he's gone."
"You bolt heads."
General Di had recovered enough to at the very least provide some measure of defense for his troops.
He had gotten word that a convoy of much needed supplies where on route to the planet.
All they needed to do was to holdout long enough for them to get here. And that's only if they could get through the Separatist blockade still engaged with the remaining Republic fleet.
"General Di." Cham spoke beside him. "We must sound a retreat and regroup. The supplies will not drop in an active warzone."
Di agreed right away with the Twi'lek leader, turning to Captain Keeli who had returned to his side to fight along with him again.
"Keeli, sound the retreat now."
"Yes sir." Keeli pressed a green button on his wrist. "All units, fall back to base. I repeat all units, fall back to base."
"What about him?" Cham asked, head nodding in the direction of Pietro who momentarily stopped to get a Twi'lek soldier out from being overwhelmed by a bunch of droids before singlehandedly annihilating them a moment later.
"I'll get to him." Di stated, already moving forward.
Pietro punted a B2 droids leg down at super speed, punching it apart a second later. Backpedaling, Pietro jumped down into a nearby foxhole for cover taking a moment to catch his breath.
Wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead, Pietro shook his hands loosely to throw off some of the shivers he was getting after hitting so much damn metal. Just like that time in Sokovia with all those Ultron drones.
"Maximoff."
Pietro looked up to see that humanoid alien named Di running up to him with that laser sword of his on.
"We need to retreat." The Jedi stated. "If we stay here, we will be overwhelmed even with your abilities."
Pietro stared at the alien a bit in a daze as he felt a creeping sense of exhaustion begin to come over him.
Nonetheless, steeling his nerves, Pietro knew that he had to commit to the actions he had taken to the end. And he wasn't done just yet.
"Go." Pietro declared. "Get yourself, your soldiers and the kids out of here now. I'll hold them off."
"What?"
"Don't worry yourself." Pietro said confidently. "Can't hit what they can't touch."
And like that, Pietro was back at it once more with an increased pace in his step.
Straining his enhanced muscles and powers overall, Pietro was aware of the great strides in control he has managed ever since being officially trained under the Avengers.
With his teammates help, Pietro has improved his control over his relatively new powers by leaps and bounds pushing past his limits.
But Cap said it best.
One can only push past his limits when he crashes first head into them. And that's not achieved during training.
"Come on Pietro. You're an Avenger." Maximoff chided himself to go faster. "Come on Quicksilver."
With a burst of extra speed, Quicksilver felt his muscles tense up even further but he fought through the pain regardless.
"RAH." Pietro roared out, completely decimating one droid after the other.
He was relentless, not slowing down for any moment.
The pressure on his body was starting to growing as he had literally been beating up nothing but metal. Thankfully he had his advanced metabolism coupled with an accelerated healing factor but the stress remained. He could feel certain parts of his body, his arms in particular, spasm and twitch after every droid he took down.
Yet he pressed on, fighting without pause and showing no remorse to these murder bots.
That was until he heard an odd reverberation across the area, making even the droids pause in their attempts to shoot at the one responsible for single handedly holding back their advance upon the Republic forces.
Up above, two large ships that Pietro did not see before flew past over the battlefield deep into the valley where those Twi'leks and Clone troopers had retreated to.
"They're dropping supplies!" A nearby droid announced in surprise.
"They must have gotten through our defenses."
"So what do we do now?"
"You idiot, we still need to take out the rest of the Republic Troops and the Jedi. Capture the Twi'leks after."
Hearing this, Pietro glowered when he calmed himself and coughed into his hand. "Ahem. Aren't you clods forgetting someone?"
The droids looked about each other somewhat stupidly, though Pietro couldn't deny that the exchange was rather hilarious.
"Did we?"
"I'm not so sure."
"Oh wait, we gotta take this guy out."
"Is he Republic?"
"He has to be. He's been destroying us for the entire time."
"Oh yeah! Hey, you're under arrest."
After hearing the clankers speak on the retreating Clones and Twi'leks retrieving supplies, Pietro knew that even with the large head start he had given them they were still vulnerable. The droids could easily have caught up to them and wiped them all out.
That was a prospect that Pietro would not allow to happen.
So, it was time to break out the big guns. Specifically, his newest big gun. Something he had accidentally caused during practice and had a hard time replicating.
But right at this moment, it was do or die.
Feeling his entire being vibrate with the latent power bestowed upon him from the Soul Stone, Pietro vanished from where he stood leaving only an indent of a foot in the ground.
Running in overarching wide circle, Quicksilver felt the strain of his legs coming on. Ignoring the oncoming pain, Pietro's heart rate increased with his adrenaline spiking as his vision focused and teeth clenched up.
Breathing heavily, his running speed steadily increased drastically upon every completed circle.
"Uh, what's going on?"
"I don't know. He's doing something."
"Hey guys, do you feel a breeze?"
Sure enough, winds coming off from Pietro's circle began to pick up both expelling out from every cycle to also being sucked into the run itself.
At this point, some of the droids began to wobble around a bit loosing their balance.
"Hey! What's Happening!"
"Wind storm!"
"Oh No! We're not programmed for this!"
Slowly but surely, the winds and dust started to buffet the area with a rising increase of air circulating around the perimeter of Pietro's running circle.
Quicksilver kept on going, the trailing blur that follows in the wake of his running starting to glow actually.
Gritting his teeth, Pietro let out a bellowing roar exploding forth as that was the final catalyst needed to at long last create his intended goal.
A twister.
The speed and velocity of his tornado was powerful, with many droids immediately getting sucked into the swirling vortex.
The force of the winds proved to be so powerful that even AAT's and few Hyena and Vulture droids had got swept into the spinning cyclone.
Quicksilver continued his run for a good few more minutes until bolting off in the direction of the Republic and Twi'lek forces.
The tornado was effective, causing complete and utter chaos as the Droid arm was being ripped apart by the winds or breaking upon impact to the ground.
Maximoffs work was visible for many to see.
Even General Di and Cham, both of who were standing upon an elevated hill and watching the spectacle from afar.
"When I looked back, I thought I would see more Droid fighters coming after us." Cham whispered. "Not a tornado."
"I concur." Di said in equal astonishment.
Their open mouthed staring came to an abrupt end when something stopped before them, kicking up dirt in their faces.
Coughing from inhaling the dust, Di waved his hand to blow the dust away revealing none other than a clearly haggard and tired Quicksilver.
"Ok." Pietro casually began with a strained and tired voice. "Brought you a bit of time." He raised his trembling hands. "No need to thank me." He coughed. "But what you can do is simple."
Pietro steadied himself.
"As soon as I wake up, you're both gonna have to answer a lot of questions for me."
And then he promptly fainted.
And done.
That's another one for ya and so far, this has been my favorite chapter to write.
Kind of easy to tell though considering I wrote this in 6 days after updating the story the last time but who cares.
Pietro is now on the scene and making his mark on the Galaxy.
Next time, we'll meet back up with Cap and the others.
Until next time.
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