Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Reforging the legend of the Force

"Master Di is back." Master Yoda's voice was solemn and powerful.

"With the Force, Dee has been sublimated. Our mission is to inherit, to remember, and to keep moving forward." His words revealed his determination and hope for the future.

It is not just the stars that shine, but also the faith in their hearts. Although the body is a temporary container, the true self is always looking for light. Yoda asked for a moment of silence so that everyone can remember this moment deeply and move on.

Jedi Knights, Clone Troopers, Avengers, and those who had fought against the fallen Jedi bowed their heads, their hearts filled with sorrow and respect as Dee's body was lowered into his proper grave.

"Live for the Jedi among the living, who will live forever through us." As Dee's body disappeared behind the closed hatch, these words seemed to echo in everyone's heart. Then, a beam of light came on, and everyone was attracted by the light, but their hearts were filled with melancholy for the lost Jedi and friends.

The soldiers of the 71st Regiment lowered their heads, their emotions were mixed, anger and sadness intertwined. After a few minutes, the crowd began to disperse, leaving only a few people in the hall talking silently, full of respect.

However, there was one exception. He walked to Emma's grave alone and stared at the place where his friend rested, his heart filled with nostalgia and sorrow.

Quicksilver could not forget the scene of Dee being killed by the robot general in front of him. What he didn't know was that it had a profound impact on him. Dee had been like a close friend to him since the end of the galaxy.

Things were not easy for Kili and the 71st either, the loss of their general was a huge blow. They had been through a lot together, the Battle of Ryloth was just one of them. The regiment had survived many sieges and occupations, from Jabim to many other fronts of the war.

Although they may not be familiar with another form of Jedi burial - open funerals with cremated bodies, it does not matter. What matters is the belief in their hearts and the memory of Dee. They will always remember this Jedi Knight, and his spirit and his legacy will always be passed on in their hearts.

The loss of their Jedi General, someone they had considered one of their own, was an unfathomable loss. It was like witnessing the horrific bombing of their childhood home all over again, but even more so. They didn't see their parents die, but faced their bodies two days later, and the death they saw was a profound shock.

Especially when they saw the clones falling in front of them again and again, the feeling was indescribable. Perhaps it was because they had never really established a deep emotional bond with these clones, or perhaps they felt a strange sense of alienation from all this.

"Pietro, are you okay?" a familiar voice asked.

Quicksilver turned around and saw another friend in this galaxy, who was also his companion on this trip.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "I... never... I don't know, Cham. I just..." The Twi'lek Senator and war hero reached out and placed a gentle, comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I understand you, my friend." Syndulla's voice was filled with sympathy. "We have all experienced such losses. Burying a friend who fought and bled alongside you is never an easy thing to accept."

Quicksilver's breath was a little choked, and he gripped Emma Gundahl's lightsaber tighter than ever before.

"I'm right here." His voice was barely audible. "Right next to them. I'm the fastest Avenger. My heartbeat can take me 500 miles per hour, and yet... I can't save the friend in front of me."

Syndulla's brow furrowed deeper in sorrow, seeing the torment his friend was in. Quicksilver's eyes held no tears, only pure rage, his mind constantly troubled by the pain of loss.

"I hate to say this, but no matter how hard you try, you can't save everyone." Syndulla's voice was soft but firm, "You can only save those you can save. As long as you can save at least one person, then perhaps all this is worth it."

Quicksilver hummed softly and looked at Syndulla with a hint of amusement. "Did you hear this from Captain America?"

Syndulla's mouth corners slightly raised, and she gently pushed Quicksilver. "He did give me some inspiration." He said slowly, "The pain of loss makes us cherish the present more, and understand the fragility and preciousness of life more. We can't let more lives pass in vain."

In a universe filled with unknowns, the Twi'lek representative's sigh echoed in the air, and he turned to the people around him and asked a question. "What do you think of the young boys?"

Quicksilver took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "Kili, Gretel, and the others, they are all capable of doing better, I can assure you." His tone was full of trust and expectation.

"What do you think their future fate will be?" asked Sindulla.

"It's hard to predict," Quicksilver replied, "If you haven't noticed, they are not military personnel, and their destination may be reassigned to another Jedi. Things are indeed different after Dai left."

At this time, Captain America was away from the hustle and bustle, leaning against the pillar with his arms crossed, and the shadow of the pillar was cast on him. Since the funeral, his eyes have been following Quicksilver. He knows the anger in Quicksilver's heart for the death of Dan, this anger is so familiar.

He recalled the grief and anger he felt when he thought Bucky had fallen to his death in front of him, and the emotions at that time were like a close companion. He couldn't numb himself with alcohol, and the person who should be responsible for Bucky's death was far away. He finally avenged Bucky, then crashed his doomsday plane into the Arctic and began a 70-year sleep.

At this time, Aayla Secura walked towards them. Although her eyes were on Quicksilver, her conversation was directed to Captain America. "How is he?" she asked.

Captain America tilted his head slightly and replied, "Anger," his voice revealing fatigue.

Aayla hummed. "I normally think of anger as an unsuitable emotion for a Jedi, but..."

"We are not real Jedi Knights." Captain America continued.

Ella unconsciously moved closer to the soldier from Brooklyn.

"It's a complex contradiction. We grieve for those who are lost, but we must also be wary of emotions that could lead us in the wrong direction." Captain America's words revealed deep thought.

“It was a bit restrictive,” Ella admitted. “And I was pretty exhausted.”

"Perhaps this is why Masters Voss and Torm choose to circumvent the rules, just as they do when faced with complex emotions.:

Captain America gave her a surprised look. "I thought you would have an issue with this situation."

However, the Twi'lek Jedi snorted and gave Captain America a meaningful look.

"I have long accepted that my master is not the most orthodox of the Jedi Knights, and will never be." She said frankly, with a detached indifference in her tone. "Perhaps it is better for them. Moreover, in the new environment, I have to learn many things from a completely new perspective."

The two fell into a brief silence, watching Syndulla and Quicksilver being ushered in by Senator Rio Chucky. They watched as the blue-skinned lady lightly jumped into Quicksilver's arms, and the two hugged each other tightly.

Captain America breathed a sigh of relief, seeing his friend and comrade release all the pent-up anger and tension in each other's embrace. "At least he has her company," he said softly, relief evident in his tone.

The young hero hugged Chucky tightly and kissed her lovingly, and then they continued to hug.

"She was his rock, his pillar."

Ella tilted her head slightly, a conflicted expression on her face, then looked at Captain America.

"What about you?" she asked softly, with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Do you have the 'stone', the 'pillar' you mentioned?"

Cap looked into her eyes with a familiar voice, as if trying to recall the last words he heard before he fell into the ice. "I don't know." He answered honestly, then turned to her. "She told me that I wouldn't be alone. That was seventy years ago."

"I have my friends, I have my team," Captain America said. However, there seemed to be something else hidden in his voice.

The two looked back and saw Quicksilver saying goodbye to Syndulla, while Syndulla patted Quicksilver's shoulder gently and left quietly.

"I don't know if something like this will happen again." There was confusion and uncertainty in Captain America's voice.

Ella frowned when she heard this, and seemed to detect a hint of failure in the tone.

"What about you?" she asked again, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Captain America was slightly stunned, as if thinking about how to answer this question. "Sorry, I..." He left the question on his lips, leaving Ella to piece together the meaning.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a moment, with only a subtle tension in the air.

Ayla finally broke the silence, her tone tinged with uncertainty, "I have never rebelled like I did against Master Voss, Master Torm, and Master Saa. It has never happened."

Captain America suddenly snorted, surprising Ella who was standing beside him. She stared at him in confusion.

He said seriously, "I'm sorry. I just think that if Tony were here, things would get really bad. If Stark wanted to, he would spare no effort to try to influence or even corrupt every Jedi."

Ella asked back in a thorny tone: "When you talk to me, do you consider other people's feelings? Don't you think you are special?"

Cap apologized, to which he responded with an apologetic shrug, which caused the Jedi Flower to smile warmly at the super soldier.

"If you - I always -" They both spoke at the same time, smiling at each other.

Captain America said: Ladies first. "

"What a gentleman," Ella responded in a teasing tone, but Ella couldn't help but pat Captain America's cheek.

"Hey," he said in mock displeasure, "I'm not a kid." His "retaliation" was to poke her forehead gently, which made her eyes widen in surprise.

"Steve Rogers," she said suddenly, loudly, like a mother correcting her child's misbehavior.

"Hey," Cap simply laughed in response, and the Flower of the Jedi couldn't help but laugh along with him.

Soon, the two fell into a comfortable silence, just staring at each other.

"Ella," Captain America broke the moment of silence.

"Hmm?" Ella smiled brightly.

"I want to thank you. I didn't realize I needed this conversation."

Ella nodded, "Okay, let's continue this communication."

"Maybe, we can share our time with each other," Captain America suggested, with anticipation glittering in his eyes.

"I'm afraid there won't be too many days like this."

"Then let's make some more time for each other," Captain America continued, "Of course, I'm always willing if you're willing." There was a sincere invitation in his tone, and Ella smiled shyly.

"There's no way I'm going to turn down an invitation from Captain America," she whispered, a blush on her face, "Can you share your movie story with me?"

However, Captain America just groaned in pain and lowered his head, as if he was avoiding something.

"Peter also has a lot of collections worth seeing." Ella interrupted. She looked at Captain America's somewhat depressed expression and smiled foolishly, "I never thought you were such a versatile person, Steve."

"I plan to give you a surprise later," he replied in a joking tone with a grim smile on his face.

“I promise there will be a lot of exciting content,” he added, his tone full of anticipation.

"Oh, then don't think you can escape my sight easily." Ella teased with a mischievous smile on her face.