Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Scott Lang is held in a solitary holding cell within General Grievous's main ship, with Sith attendant Chezo Niva in front of him. With his suit stripped down to his briefs, it's... a pretty compromising position, to say the least.

Mirialan had almost turned her eyes away from him, and he did not hesitate to glance back, though with a grimace.

"So are you going to stare at me like this all day long?" he asked. "If so, can you stop it?"

"Then why should I do this?" she said with a smile.

"Because then I'll have to start charging." What's the currency here? Credits, right? Five credits per minute.

A hideous smile appeared on Chezzo's face, and she gave him a dark look that sent a slight shiver down his spine. She stared at him like he was a piece of meat.

“Seriously, stop it. It’s creepy.” Scott grunted. “Great! Now I know how it feels to be watched by a woman.”

Chezzo simply stood up from her seat and walked over to the captured Avenger. She placed a finger on his chest, from his mouth to his back, and began to walk around him.

“Take it as a compliment. Nice guys like you should be flattered. She said with a sentimental edge in her tone. “People like you, who are just the right size, but not a walking twat.”

Scott squirmed a bit and laughed. "If you didn't want to stick your lightsaber straight through me after you've been with me, I would."

She slipped her fingers under his chin and then grasped it completely with her hand. "Oh, I'll definitely go my way with you. Pry all the knowledge you have about your unique technique out of that handsome head of yours."

"Bondage." Scott dropped his head once he was released. "I see. You like that kind of information extraction.

"I have lots of ideas, honey." Chezzo leaned over and licked Ant-Man's cheek, which made him convulse. "I can't wait to try them on you."

Long just shuddered as he walked out of the cell.

"Boy, if Hope sees this..." Scott muttered.

On the bridge of the Separatist ship, Grievous strolled into the room as the tactical droid spoke up with the latest report.

"Sir, we have entered the Saleukamai system." said the tactical robot.

"Begin preparations for our landing," Grievous ordered, then gazed at the captured Jedi Master hovering in the center of the bridge. After all, the General wished to remain in close contact with his prize until further notice.

"Yes, my lord."

However. . .

"Uh, sir, there are several ships coming out of hyperspace," the robot on the terminal said loudly.

"Are they a republic or separatism?"

Grievous had barely asked the question when a fleet of ships appeared from hyperspace in front of the Admiral's fleet.

"Republic. Three cruiser-class, four frigate-class.

Grievous simply turned to his captive Jedi and spoke condescendingly to him. "Do you understand? Your compassionate friend came to rescue you, just as I knew he would.

The frigates all flew directly towards Grievous' ship, and the general watched them intently.

"A Republic ship is hailing us, my master," the tactical droid spoke.

"Let him go."

A video feed appeared on the main monitor above, showing the Separatist general the face of Obi-Wan Kenobi himself.

“General, I know I will catch up with you one day.

"Kenobi. What a surprise. I guess you're here to bring me to justice." Grievous said sarcastically.

“You know me too well.

"I do." The transmission suddenly stopped, and Grievous barked his orders. "Prepare all artillery fire. And remain alert. Whenever Kenobi appears, you will always find Skywalker following closely behind.

"The enemy ship is faster and more maneuverable. I recommend caution," the tactical droid advised.

"Pull them in. I want to board that ship. I'm going to kill Kenobi first." Grievous ordered before contacting the ship's attendant. "Chezzo. The Republic fleet is coming to rescue our hostages. Be ready. The Avenger we failed to capture will no doubt move quickly to rescue her comrades."

“You don’t need to remind me, Grievous.

He just shook his head, finding it annoying to work with these waiters.

Along with Kenobi, the Jedi Master watched as the Separatist fleet began to fire upon itself.

“Well, we certainly noticed him,” Obi-Wan said with a wry smile, holding up his comm, “Admiral Yularen, keep Grievous’ fleet occupied so Anakin’s arrival won’t be noticed.

"Yes, General," Yularen responded. "Deploy fighters. All weapons may fire at will.

The two fleets engaged, with Republic starfighters, supported by frigates, firing on the enemy fleet.

"Commander Cody, do we have the exact coordinates of the command ship?" Kenobi asked his second-in-command.

"We're patching them up now, sir."

Along with Anakin, he sat in the pilot's chair, Sam leaning back in anticipation.

"We are receiving General Kenobi's coordinates."

"So Anakin, what kind of jump will this be?" Sam asked, knowing the Jedi's flying tendencies at this point. "How close are we to Grievous' ship?"

"Yeah, that's about it." was Anakin's response. "Fasten your seatbelts, kids."

"What's your definition of 'very close'?" Sam said dryly. "Like, close enough to still be in a fight? Or close enough to be on his ass?"

"Close enough to get the job done," Anakin said with a sly grin.

"That's not going to help at all, Sky Guy."

Anakin's brow furrowed as the clone smiled at his nickname.

"Aren't you a pilot yourself?"

"I fly in a wingsuit, Anakin. It's completely different.

"Totally suicidal, if you ask me."

"You're flying, aren't you?"

Anakin smirked.

With that said, Anakin entered hyperspace.

Back above the planet Saleucamai, the battle continues, with both forces firing at each other with everything they have.

Aboard the Confederacy's flagship, Grievous walked down the bridge ladder as his sickly yellow eyes stared at his target ship.

"Bring me a beam, lock it to Kenobi's ship, and prepare a boarding party."

The droid complied, for moments later, Kenobi's ship rocked.

"Sir, should we fire at the source? Commander Cody said.

"Uh, no, Cody. Let them think they can destroy us," Kenobi told the clone. "We need to help distract Anakin."

Aboard the Dusk, Anakin was checking the monitors, and he quickly spoke his readings.

"Come out of hyperspace. Wait a minute," Anakin announced loudly.

Moments later, they emerged from FTL and dove headfirst into the ongoing battle. Anakin managed to weave himself around the main Separatist flagship until he was able to flip the Dusk upside down and secure it to the bottom of Grievous' ship.

“The main power is off,” Anakin said proudly, looking back at Sam, “So how’s that for you?

"Why don't we fall down now?" asked Falcon.

"Seatbelts." Anakin patted his own.

"Yeah, well how did you get out of hyperspace, I'm surprised we're not flying through the corridors of this ship."

"Well, maybe next time."

Inside the ship, several droids patrol a path. They pass some kind of circular pipe, completely unaware of the blue lightsabers that extend from it and cut a circle for Anakin Skywalker and Sam Wilson to enter.

Walking out into the hallway, Anakin saw the droid round a corner and out of sight.

"It's safe, Rex." Anakin motioned for Rex and the other clones to come out of the pipe.

"Roger that, sir," Rex said, and the gun went off. Five, Echo, the Stooge, and the Heavy all surrounded their escape route, while Anakin and Falcon stared down the hallway the droid had come from.

"Stay here and guard the entrance. This may be our only way out," Anakin ordered.

Sam looked around the hallway and quickly voiced the question that was on both his and Skywalker's minds. "Where do you think Kos and Scott are?"

Anakin raised his wrist. "I have Koth locked up. He's being held on the bridge of the ship. Where's Scott's Avenger ID?"

"There's nothing over there," Falcon said, pulling out his own.

"Where's Hope?"

As if the universe wanted to answer this question... a small object flew into the present corridor and flew straight towards the Republic rescue team.

"Sam!" Hope was completely relieved as he grew bigger in front of them.

"Hope!" Sam exclaimed, and the two Avengers quickly hugged each other.

"Anakin! Rex, Domino. Hope saw the others, her expression was indescribably happy. "I'm glad to see you all come here to rescue."

"Glad to see you're safe, Hope," Anakin said, patting her shoulder and smiling.

"Ms. Van Dine." Rex and the other clones nodded respectfully.

"Ah, guys," Hope gave the clone an appreciative smile. "I think we're past that stage."

"I'm glad you're okay, Hope." Sam said. "But what about Scott?"

Hope's expression darkened slightly at the mention of her boyfriend. "He was being held in a solitary cell by one of that Dooku fellow's attendants. They took his suit and put it somewhere else on the ship. No doubt he was hoping to get his hands on my father's technology."

"Which waiter are we talking about?"

"Chezzo."

"The guy you and Natasha met on Neimoidia?" Sam confirmed and Hope nodded.

"An entire army of droids and Separatists with your abilities?" Anakin muttered, not liking the idea at all.

"I know where the suit is," Hope said.

"Then we'll need three teams," Anakin said, looking to Rex. "Rex, take two men and retrieve that suit. We can't let it fall into enemy hands."

"Echo, Stooge, you're with me," Rex said. "Five, secure our exit. Kix, go with Lieutenant Wilson.

"Yes, sir!"

"Where to, Miss Hope," Rex corrected himself.

She walked up to Rex, held up her ID card, and tapped Rex's comms.

"There, the location has been locked down," Hope said, and Rex nodded in appreciation.

"Hope." Sam began. "You go with Anakin and bring Koth back here. I'll get Scott out of his cell.

Hope blinked at this. "Are you sure, Sam? What if we run into Chezzo?

"If we meet her, we will take special care of her," Sam said confidently.

She tried to object, but Anakin placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward him.

"He'll be fine," Anakin assured, and Hope didn't respond for a moment until she nodded.

As teams formed and separated, they hurried to their respective destinations.