Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Life is... strange.

It can be hard and very cruel for many who don’t deserve it.

But sometimes, life can give you moments of joy and kindness, and you can simply appreciate being alive and living in the present moment.

Unfortunately for the man standing in the cave, using his blood as ink to write a message on the wall, he fell into a more negative portrayal of life.

This is a man who lived in a time of strife and conflict, whose world was engulfed by a war he had volunteered to fight in, knowing that he most likely would not come back alive. For a while, he actually believed it.

Then his best friend in the whole world comes to save his life, and for a moment…

Even though the war was brutal, it was unforgiving, and they did things that they knew wouldn't let them sleep so well at night, and he had a strange peace about him.

He fought alongside his best friend and a group of the best men he knew.

Then everything fell apart.

After surviving an event that should have killed him, the last thing he can "remember" is waking up, and...

Until it all started coming back to him.

He "woke up" in a time that was not his own. Every day began to bombard him with memories and nightmares of him standing over dead bodies while being restrained by them.

It was a slow process, but eventually, they all came back to him.

He dedicated his life to the very organization he had dedicated his life to bringing down, and the terror it had brought upon the world.

Some might say that's not him. It never was.

But he did it anyway.

He saw those were his opponents who pulled the trigger, stabbed, beat and broke necks to kill whomever he was directed to.

Thankfully, he had been out of action for over a year at this point and had a mission.

To find the people who did this to him, take them away and kill them so they can never use him to hurt innocent people again.

The Red Book had told him a great deal since he had found it.

A series of codes and phrases that make him completely obedient to the person who says them in front of him.

This takes him on a global journey to multiple old bases, some empty and some not.

No… In hindsight, there were a lot of bodies that probably wouldn’t be cleaned up for a long time.

But eventually, he got what he wanted everywhere he raided, and now he was here. Inside a Hydra base deep in the frigid tundra of Siberia.

James Buchanan Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier, is still a little overwhelmed.

He has just inadvertently awakened a woman who is apparently locked in what she calls a "sarcophagus"; which is just a highly advanced cryogenic chamber.

She kept mumbling something about the Sith Lord, whoever that was, while one hand kept tugging at the strange necklace around her neck.

Bucky thinks it would be best if they didn't live in this creepy, crappy base anymore and found a place where the two of them could talk more openly.

She was hesitant at first when he said they'd better leave the place, but after a quick glance at the bloody message written on the wall, she quickly agreed.

She called herself Celeste Moen.

Bucky was sure it was a strange name, but in the world he lived in, names weren't that strange.

When he asked her if she needed to take anything with her, all she did was pat the belt she was wearing, and she breathed a sigh of relief slightly when her hand fell on some metal cylinder hanging from her waist.

He nodded and was walking her towards the exit of the base when he noticed she was shaking.

The old-fashioned gentleman of the 40s was ashamed of his negligence. When a person spends a lot of time under the ice in a cryo chamber, people tend to develop a strong resistance to the cold without realizing it.

But Celeste seemed to be staying in stasis through different means, so the resistance was not as strong.

It took a while, but he eventually found a coat fluffy enough for her to wear.

Before she put it on, he ripped off the red skull-tentacle emblem on its shoulder.

Eventually, Bucky brings Celeste to a quaint Russian village, where he stopped at one point on his way to the Russian Hydra base.

At this moment, two strange companions were sitting next to each other in a tavern, holding a cup of steaming coffee in their hands.

"What is this drink?" Morn asked in amazement, taking his fourth sip of coffee. "It doesn't taste very good, but... I just can't stop drinking it.

Bucky couldn't help but hum, amused by such a simple drink.

“Coffee,” Bucky said, raising his cup slightly. “It’s a drink that’ll keep you going when you need it most.”

“I see,” Celeste muttered, taking a bigger sip this time. “Can I have some more?”

"You could eat a whole pot of it," James said. "It felt like we really needed it."

"Please," Morn said almost excitedly, further amusing the stubborn old soldier.

After receiving a pot of coffee and the meal Bucky ordered for the two of them, they both ate in silence for a while.

However, in the end...

"How did you find me?" Celeste asked quietly. "Where am I?"

“It’s a bit of a complicated process to answer that question,” Bucky said, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed. “I’ve been on what you might call… a journey of self-rediscovery. Finding you was not part of my plan.”

Celeste tilted her head slightly at this explanation.

“But releasing you…” Bucky rubbed his chin with his right hand. “I’m a little hesitant. I don’t know who you are. Hydra has almost no record of your existence, and even the documents I found in the base where you were imprisoned didn’t tell me much.

"Hydra?" Celeste repeated, confused.

“Yes, Hydra,” Bucky said, as if that was the most obvious thing. “Let’s just say they’re evil, on another level of evil and bad.

"Evil?" the woman in front of him said, looking puzzled again.

This gave Bucky pause, reminding him that the woman he was with had no idea what Hydra was in the first place.

“Okay…what’s going on here?” Barnes leaned forward slightly, his arms resting on the table. “Let’s both start from the beginning. Tell our story, and what led us to the pod.”

Celeste nodded slowly while biting into a sandwich, and Bucky gestured back.

"Okay, ladies first?"

The strange woman smiled at the veteran and took a moment to collect her thoughts.

"My name is Celeste Moon," the woman reintroduced herself. "Shadow of the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic."

Bucky nodded slowly, bewildered.

"Yes... the Jedi Order," he repeated. "The Galactic Republic. So... are you from outer space or something?"

Celeste Moon certainly hadn't expected such a question, and her brows raised in a questioning way.

"Uh..." Jedi Shadow was a bit confused by the question. "Yeah, I guess. Wait, do you know the Jedi Order?"

Bucky shook his head in denial.

Celeste continued to rattle off some names and terms, seeing if any of them sounded familiar to the former Hydra assassin.

The Sith. The Galactic Republic. The Mandalorians. Zane Carrick. Revan and Malak.

All of these were met with the same responses as before.

No.

Celeste was really confused now.

"What—what planet am I on?" she found herself asking.

"Earth."

Celeste looked confused. "I'm on a planet called Dirt? What kind of planet is named after Dirt?"

Bucky couldn't help but hum because this was definitely something he hadn't been asked about.

“I don’t know, I couldn’t tell you even if I could,” he said with a smile. “Give it to the scientist who named it, not me.

The Jedi smiled at his comment and shook his head.

"So..." she said aloud, "from the beginning?"

Bucky gestured with his hands. “Of course.”

Celeste continued to explain the best she could about the simplified version of her life, what she'd been through, the Mandalorian Wars, the Jedi Order, the Sith and something called the Force, clearly trying to tie it all together.

Barnes tried to follow everything she said. It all sounded familiar, yet strange.

War was something he was very familiar with, and he was rather disappointed, though not entirely disappointed, to learn that most of the universe still abided by this conflict.

Then again, the alien invasion that occurred three years ago in 2012 should have been enough of a red flag out there.

"So these Jedi...sounds a bit like a magical cult. Bucky commented a few seconds after Celeste finished her story.

Jedi Shadow nearly dropped his head onto the table.

"They're not a cult," Moon retorted with a smile.

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked in a mock-serious voice. “This mysterious behemoth of omnipresent energy with a will of its own? Sounds pretty cultish to me.

"Well, no," Celeste said, shaking her head, a more distant look on her face. "For thousands of years, the Jedi Order has been the defenders of peace. We may be loyal to the Galactic Republic, but our duty is to the galaxy and the Force above all else.

"Defend peace, hehe..." The World War II veteran leaned back in his chair, his expression slightly gloomy, and turned to look at the nearby window.