Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

On the smuggler's moon Nar Shada, the criminal underworld is also in uproar as multiple criminal organizations are also reeling from the attack, catching the entire galaxy off guard.

Unfortunately, since they did not have the numbers and resources at the time like the Separatists and the Republic did during Ultron's invasion, they failed to repel the AI ​​threat.

Now, on this lawless planet, it is pure chaos.

In a restaurant, a well-armed and scarred man sits at a table and eats in relative peace, while the entire restaurant has a not-so-subtle tension.

In front of him was a man who was equally calm, if not nervous or excited, the man who kept humming.

"Shut up," the scarred man growled. "If you're gonna hum that shit, go play with the band and go fuck yourself. I don't want to hear about love for the twentieth time.

"If you know a better song, I can sing it to you."

"This isn't Earth," Rumlow said. "Unfortunately, this place doesn't have the Sound Breaker music player."

“I use SoundCloud.”

"Never mind, it's the same fucking difference."

The man in front of him sighed dramatically. "Wonder if the boys can keep the band going without me."

"If they thought you were dead, they probably wouldn't do it. I mean, did you force them to cooperate?

"Oh my god, no." The man shook his head. "We are arms dealers, yes, but our love for music is real. If you like, I'll send you the link to SoundCloud."

“Don’t try to share your crap music with me.”

"So what do you want, Brock."

This man was called Brock Rumlow, or by his new bounty hunter moniker, Crossbones.

"Well, Crowe, you should know why I'm here," said Rumlow.

"Ultron?" arms dealer Klaue asked knowingly.

“He was brewing this storm that was freaking everybody out, like the end was only a few hours away,” Bullock said. “You’re the only person I know of who’s dealt with him directly, other than the Avengers.”

"Pretty sure everyone has dealt with him by now."

"You know what I mean," muttered Rumlow.

Ulysses Klaue laughed loudly, using his mechanical arm to take out a napkin and wipe the food from the corner of his mouth.

“I admit, it wasn’t a pleasant surprise to see him again,” Crow muttered. “When I saw those drones of his, I did kill a few of them to repay him for what he did to my arm.

The arms dealer then laughed out loud. "That said, it's a very lovely arm. Look what I've installed.

The arms then parted at the wrists, revealing…

"why?"

“I’m a music connoisseur,” Crowe said proudly, tapping the small built-in speaker. “I like to listen to my favorite music while I work.”

Rumlow rolled his eyes, doubting whether this man was still in his right mind.

"How did you do that?" he asked, and Crow's manic smile grew more exaggerated as he heard the question.

"Even if I do need to do a system cleanup so Ultron doesn't come back and take over his lost toys."

The two were silent for a while.

"What are you doing in the market now?" Rumlow asked.

"Hmm?" Klaue blinked. "You know there's a real galactic war going on right now, right? Earth is fun, but God sent me here.

"you understand me."

Crow laughed out loud. "War profiteering. To a naive beginner, it's a struggle. But to someone like me, it's a distinctive resort." Soon after, he took a sip of his drink. "I heard that the Banking Clans, the Techno-Union, and the Trade Federation were doing this before this war started. If you get into the right areas..."

Crossbones just stared at him until Crow sighed loudly.

"Ok."

Crow reached into the backpack next to him and pulled out several cans of different metals.

"Look at these," Crow said enthusiastically.

Rumlow looked at it with interest. "What are they?"

"Precious metals," said Crow, patting his hands proudly. "I've had great luck since I came here. I've acquired these very rich precious resources.

Brock picked up one of the cans and examined the metal inside. It was some kind of purple glow.

“It’s like a watered-down cousin of vibranium, if you want a comparison,” Crowe said. “But it’s still related to it. So what that means is…”

"It's as good as any other metal available," Rumlow surmised, and Crow nodded excitedly.

"These are not easy to come by, but bribery, connections, and bloodshed are all there," Ulysses declared. "I think you'll particularly enjoy this."

Crossbones stared down at the can that had been pushed toward him.

"what is that?"

"Cortosian alloy," Klaue revealed. "I heard you had a run-in with those laser sword-wielding weirdos."

"Jedi Knight."

Klaue nodded. "It's effective against them. The energy sword...

"What about that?" Rumlow pointed at the purple metal.

“Bah.” said Crow. “Nearly indestructible as hell. Good for weapons and such, but hard to obtain. Could make something out of it, given the right circumstances.”

"What about here?"

"Ah~" Crow took the small rectangular metal plate out of the container and patted it with satisfaction. "Beskar. This is the absolute best metal I have, and the absolute hardest metal.

"I think it's the vibranium of this galaxy."

"You have more say in the matter," Crow confirmed, holding the metal out for Rumlow to examine personally.

“Where can I find it?”

“Where else could it be? Apparently the Mandalore moon of Concordia,” Klaue said. “Like the Wakandans, the Mandalorians value this alloy very highly. It’s quite expensive just in terms of cost, and even more so when trying to make a part out of it.”

"What on earth do you mean?"

"Many of them consider Beskar to be a family treasure, passed down from generation to generation," Klaue elaborated. "They create newer materials, but their methods are often kept secret. Only their metalsmiths and weapon makers know its properties best. The best I can do now is sell it for a high price."

Rumlow now examined the metal in his hand. "How much will this cost you?"

“That’s pure beskar straight from the Mandalore capital…enough for me to raise a small fleet.

Hearing this, the mercenary's eyes widened slightly.

Crow laughed out loud. "Yeah, pretty small ones, aren't they. The only thing that comes close to outstripping their price is something called a Kyber crystal. Trying to find it is a bit of a hassle, but I have a few leads. One of the Outer Rim pirate leaders mentioned it to me a few weeks ago."

Crossbones was more focused on the metal in his hands.

"How much armor can this beskar make?"

Crowe held up the current sample and exhaled. “This can cover a shoulder or forearm. If you want more, it will cost you extra.”

"how much money you have?"

"A lot, anyway." Klaue said mysteriously. Rumlow narrowed his eyes, showing a little distrust of the arms dealer.

While he was still unsure about it all, for now, he would rather be better prepared, especially with what was happening now.

"Give me plenty of this stuff."

Crowe frowned. "Are you sure you can afford all this?"

"I've been busy," Rumlow said. "Someone is willing to pay a handsome sum for the previous virus... to convince the people to accept their rule.

"Everyone's a little too stressed out right now to be paying attention to that, and besides, certain areas of this galaxy aren't the primary focus. Crossbones said in a gloomy tone of nonchalance. "By the time they notice, a lot of people will be long dead.

Crowe snorted loudly.

"Look at you, your idea of ​​war is profiteering."

"Supply and demand are constants, even in these trying times." Crow's face lit up with a frenetic joy. "Make your friends rich, make your enemies rich, and then wait."

Rumlow stared at the man. "What on earth does that mean?"

"Tony Stark once said that to me... I heard it again from Ultron before he chopped my arm off because I said that bastard's name. 'You know what that metal bastard said, he chopped my arm off and it was fine.'"

The man then raised his new arm and waved it back and forth. "Can't deny, it turned out OK."

Crossbones thought the man in front of him was crazy, but he didn't have more time to think about the thought because he saw Crow raising his glass to him.

“Celebrating our new business.”

Rumlow lost no time in picking up his glass and raising it to clink with Crow's, and the two of them quickly finished their meal.