Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

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“Where am I?

“What is this—what is this power?

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“It’s everywhere. I…I’ve never felt such power before!

Inside the relic vault, the ancient amulet of Muul begins to stir. More specifically, the entity that inhabits the Sith artifact.

It had slept for a long time. The Force knew how long it had been since Cannith Moore's soul had been aware of its surroundings.

When in contact with the wearer, the Mul can more or less sense things around him in his hibernating state. He only becomes fully aware when in possession of the wearer of the amulet and influencing them.

Its last known wearer was Celeste Moon, a Jedi Shadow during the Mandalorian Wars. However, he had been forcibly "sedated" since she entered that cryo-pod.

Even in this state, he still gave the Jedi nightmares for so many years.

He slept there for a long time until he felt the urge to wake up.

Someone finally freed him from the explosion chamber that had kept him asleep for so long.

Yet, something was different. The Force...it was as if he were mute or deaf, he could not hear.

He could still sense that Celeste was awake, but he had no way of forcing her to do his bidding, or even of communicating with her.

This planet they were on... the Force didn't exist here. Or at least that's what he thought at first.

He is stuck around Celeste's neck because the partner she made was the one who freed her, and in turn grew into the man she now loves.

The ancient Sith Lord is now angry, to say the least.

His carrier has only ever been in love with one other creature as broken as she is.

He wants to be released. Released!

However, he finds his imprisonment increased tenfold by an old man with powers beyond his comprehension.

To add insult to injury, Cannis Moore was once again "sedated" by this powerful entity for a while. When he woke up again, the next thing he knew was that he was restrained and put in some kind of cell, and was removed from Celeste's neck.

How did this happen?!

How could he have moved away from her neck without him knowing?!

He is Cannith Moore, the ancient Dark Lord of the Sith.

To treat him in such a disrespectful manner is simply insulting to a man of his talent.

He wants to be noticed. He doesn't want to be ignored!

Therefore, the Sith spirit gathered as much power as possible before unleashing it at full force.

Even in death, Cannith seemed exhausted and almost fell into sleep again.

Fortunately, Canis noticed the movement, no, he noticed the presence.

Several of them, in fact, and they all had this strange new power that he couldn't quite understand.

Was it Sith sorcery? Perhaps a form of Jedi magic, if he could call it that.

"Master, what is this?"

He was noticed!

Yes, they were looking at him!

"I have no idea.

“But it looks old.”

“Yes. There is no doubt that something has been discovered recently.

"But where did it come from? I don't know its origin.

“Does it matter? It’s here looking for someone like the other relics.

"However, it is kept in a chest with many protective spells."

The most powerful man in the group spoke again.

"Yes." His voice drawled. "Too much."

Moore felt this powerful presence getting closer and closer to him, and in an instant, he felt many restraints and shackles disappear around him.

In what felt like forever, Sith's soul became as dizzy as his Padawan years.

"Yes...let me go..."

Slowly, the chains around him were removed and he began to feel his old powers flowing through his spirit.

The moment the last restraint was released, he almost forced his metal container to jump from its position to the nearest person.

After a moment, however, a beam of golden-orange light tethered him to midair, his amulet's stubby metal limbs attempting to ensnare whatever it was.

"Woo!"

For a moment, Moore couldn't move at all, and he found that his soul had been pulled out of the amulet and was now hovering in front of a man with a hint of gray in his hair.

"Come on, do you think I'd be stupid enough to untie you completely?" the man who seemed to be the leader of the group asked sarcastically. "As much as I hate her sometimes, Master has placed many restraints on you for a reason. For my own safety, I will continue to leave them there.

The Sith soul just sneered as he tried harder and harder to at least get close to anyone and possess them. Even more so now so that he could at least hit the one who was restraining him at this moment.

Moore felt the pain vibrate through him, and this time he was more firmly restrained.

"Try it again and you'll be locked up again," the man threatened, and he reluctantly obeyed the man.

Moore, very reluctantly, more or less relaxed, but his expression remained snarling.

"Who... or what could you be?" asked the man who freed him.

"Me? I am the great dark lord of the Sith," the Spirit said in a grand manner. "Cannith Moore."

"Never heard of anyone like you."

“I believe history is trying to annihilate me.

The man regarded the soul with obvious suspicion. “Perhaps there is. Or perhaps you are somewhere in the world where your story has never been told.

"Where in the galaxy am I stranded now?" Moore almost roared.

The group of people in front of him looked at each other in surprise.

"What do you mean by this?" asked the leader.

The Sith elf could only smile in response.