Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Spall traveled through the Protector's base camp, passing many of his companions busy with their daily affairs - whether it was weapon maintenance, training, leisure activities, chores, farming or ship maintenance. Many of those who met him greeted him with a respectful look or bowed their heads slightly in respect. Whenever someone approached him, he would always pat them on the back or shoulder in a friendly manner.

He walked towards the area where all the Protector's ships were docked, in fact most of it also served as their shipyard.

Spall watched the ship slowly descend to the ground, and the various parts of the ship hissed before the rear landing ramp opened. Spall waited quietly until he saw the three companions he was expecting walk out of the ship.

He smirked at them, but his expression immediately turned wary when he saw a stranger walk out from behind them. The stranger had a very strange appearance: a completely red face with a yellow gem in the center of his forehead, he was wearing a light green tights, red "gloves" and "boots", and a luxurious yellow cloak.

Spall narrowed his eyes and looked at the stranger curiously, as if he was looking around with surprise and curiosity. Then he turned to the three Mandalorians who had walked up to him.

"Okay," the middle man in green armor raised his hand and said, "We can explain."

"So what you brought back is... a new person?" Spall asked, crossing his arms, waiting for an answer.

"Alas, are we here to be reprimanded, scolded or what?" the Mandalorian on the left muttered, looking off into the distance.

“I think being scolded is pretty much the same as being reprimanded, Toby,” said the Mandalorian on the right, in grey and silver armor.

"Heh, they sound similar, but there are actually different levels of difference." Toby Darla said to his friend in silver armor.

"Look, scolding is like your parents or relatives telling you how stupid you are. A lecture is more like..." The green-armored Mandalorian began, interrupting the conversation with his hands over his face. "Toby... for Cliff's sake..."

Spall watched Finn's reaction, his heart full of doubts and expectations. Amid the relaxed conversation, a low and amused hum came from the crowd, and then pointed to the ruddy-faced stranger who was standing not far away.

"So, can you tell me who this person is?" asked Spall.

"A friend, I guess," Finn mumbled.

"We found him on the planet Atollon," Dax continued, "we arrived there with the Guardian's journal." In his hand he held the journal of his ancestor.

"He helped us a lot, Mandalore," Toby said with the utmost respect. "He understood what we were looking for and helped us get everything aboard with ease. If it weren't for him, we would have probably stayed there longer."

Spahr put it more bluntly: "Now you owe him a favor."

Finn shrugged, not denying the statement: "More or less."

The Mandalorian silently looked back at the newcomer who was watching him, while Spar quietly walked past his three companions and towards the strange man. Meanwhile, the Mando trio watched the next development with great anticipation.

The clone Mandalore stood opposite the cloaked man, his eyes fixed firmly on the newcomer, his expression firm and embarrassed. The newcomer stared back at him in a neutral and thoughtful way, and the two simply stared at each other for a few seconds.

"My men told me that you helped them recently," Spall said.

"Really?" the cloaked man gasped in reply, "But I believe they did help me free myself from the world I was trapped in."

Spall raised an eyebrow, "So tell me, what did you do to allow my men to help you escape from the world you were trapped in?"

"They were searching for relics that were important to your culture and way of life," Vision explained. "During my time in Atollon, I explored much of the area I landed in, and discovered a tomb with a mysterious dragon skull carved into it."

"It seems that you have really helped them a lot." said Spall.

"I don't think moving stuff from one place to their ship is a big deal," Vision admitted.

Despite this, the atmosphere was still full of anticipation and curiosity, and everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.

Spaar waved his hand. "The help you have given us has far-reaching significance for our religion and culture. You have not only earned my gratitude, but also the respect of our clan."

Vision simply bowed his head in thanks. "Thank you for your hospitality."

Spall said, leading Vision to follow him.

Behind them, Finn, Toby, and Dax waved goodbye to the Synthetic Avengers before they returned to their ship and began unloading the items they had brought back.

Sparr led Vision through the Protector's stronghold, past many armored warriors, who all took a moment to focus their attention on the man wearing the Avenger's cape. It was a mixture of curiosity, confusion, and doubt. When they saw Sparr walking side by side with the newcomer, the doubt gradually dissipated and was replaced by a sense of trust.

Vision looked around with great interest, appreciating the simple things here. After staying in Atollon for so long, there weren't so many species to see and interact with, and now he was breathing fresh air here. There were children everywhere, they were either playing innocently or comparing their equipment and weapons.

In addition to humans, there are races called Twi'leks, Togruttas, Rodians, Zabraks, and Trandoshans, and even a few giant furry creatures - Wookiees.

Being exposed to so many new alien species at once was a rare opportunity for Vision. He learned from his mentor Bendu that this was just the tip of the iceberg. He now had a chance to learn more about life beyond Earth. It was an opportunity he wasn't going to waste.

Finally, Spall brought Vision to the largest tent in the center of the base camp, and the two entered together. There were other Mandalorians inside, who gathered here to discuss and exchange ideas about the mysteries of the universe. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they were urgently ordered to evacuate the tent, leaving only Spall and Vision to confront each other. Spall walked to the chair in the center of the tent, sat down steadily, and locked his eyes on the Avengers.

He asked, "I heard that you offered some kind of exchange to my companions to solve their problems. What is it?"

Vision replied, "I need a way to get off of Atollon so I can move on."

Spahr asked, "Where are you going?"

Vision's lips moved slightly, but then suddenly closed tightly, because he hadn't really thought about what to do after leaving Atollon.

The Avenger knows he needs to find his lost comrades, but the warning from the Mind Stone on his forehead reminds him that there is an old and living enemy in the galaxy. He just isn't sure where. Perhaps a clever strategy is needed, as the past has taught him.

"I'm actually just looking for a lost friend." Vision replied briefly.

Spall raised a brow and looked sharply into Vision's eyes, trying to discern the truth of his words.

"Where do you think your friend might be?" Spahr demanded.

Vision spread his hands, "I can only guess. We are in a complicated situation, and we are probably all scattered."

"What's going on?" Spall asked.

Vision said in a profound tone: "We are fighting against an organization that intends to harm everyone."

After Spear heard this, the Mandalorian whispered to himself, "So you're good at fighting."

"My profession does require me to have the ability to fight," Vision admitted.

"What's that job?" Spall asked.

"I am, in every sense of the word, a superhero," Vision answered without hesitation.

When these words came out, Spall couldn't help but chuckle, and his armor trembled slightly. "You said you are a superhero?"

Without waiting for any prompt, Vision levitated into the air, causing the Mandalorian to stand up in amazement. With curiosity and awe in his eyes, he looked Vision up and down, trying to understand where this extraordinary ability came from.

"How did you do it?" Spall asked curiously.

"It's my natural ability," Vision explained, his tone firm and clear.

The Mandalorian narrowed his eyes and asked me with a hint of curiosity: "Are you a force user?"

Vision immediately shook his head in response: "No, the abilities and powers I possess are not directly related to the Force."

“And yet you are able to demonstrate these abilities,” the Mandalorian pointed out.

Vision said frankly, "What I'm talking about is not related to the Force. My power, in a way, comes from my own existence."

Spall seemed skeptical, but chose not to question it further. He knew that his knowledge of the Force was limited, so he would not question something he was not familiar with.

"Well, you're welcome to stay with us for a while," Spall said kindly, "Perhaps, with your abilities, you can help us around the camp. Do you have the ability to fly? Because we all rely on jetpacks to cover this area."

Vision nodded.

“You seem to be someone who is ahead of the norm,” the Mandalorian continued.

"I'm just an honest man trying to serve my people across the galaxy," Vision said.

"Very good." Spall clasped his hands together. "I see you must be hungry, aren't you?"

Although Vision internally doubted whether he could really eat like a warrior, he followed the Mandalorian's signal and moved forward.

After that, the Avenger began to gradually integrate into this warrior culture. He carefully observed, learned, and interacted with the Mandalorians on a daily basis. He participated in combat drills, lectures, and classes about "outcasts", and found himself more and more able to fit in with this warrior culture.

Vision found himself particularly interested in the teachings of the Outcasts. He began to agree with the Outcasts that one must face conflict and challenges in order to improve and grow. While he wasn't entirely sure fighting was always the best way to resolve problems, he began to understand and respect the value of this warrior culture. These views were insightful. He not only learned how to taste food, but also discovered a deep love for it. In the past, he had not even realized that he could taste or eat.

He savored each bite of food slowly and meticulously, making sure they were properly chewed into small pieces. He also drank beverages from time to time to aid digestion and clean his mouth. His caution and carefulness ensured that no food or drink got stuck in his body and caused any malfunction or discomfort. He may appear cautious, but it was necessary in this unfamiliar environment.

Still, the fact that he was able to eat was a pleasant surprise. He knew he wouldn't be hungry, but now at least he could participate in the fun of eating.

In the days that followed, Vision continued his education as a Protector and interacted with others at the base camp. These included the clan leader Ursa Wren and her husband Alrich, as well as a boy named Boba Fett, who had similar traits to Sparrow and was very skilled despite his young age. Also, there was a young foundling named Bello, who had red skin similar to Sparrow, and asked Vision if he would like to play with her friends.

During that little game, he accidentally demonstrated his ability to pass through objects as a ball flew toward him. Instead of catching the ball, he instinctively turned invisible and let it pass right through his body. This moment seemed to open up an endless stream of questions and curious attacks, and the outcasts flocked to him.

Later, when Vision's abilities became more known, Spall approached him directly to ask what else he could do. He chose to keep some of his secrets to himself, revealing only his super strength, his intangibility, his ability to freeze into an indestructible state, and his ability to fly.

From then on, he played a more active role in the camp and accepted this new identity with enthusiasm, because it gave him more opportunities to show himself. Vision began to explore the secrets of starship and fighter operation in depth. In addition to the guidance of the Mandalorian, his invisible state also allowed him to move freely among many ships.

He gained an in-depth understanding of the internal mechanisms of various spacecraft, mastered the techniques of repair and disassembly, and even gained inspiration for improvement. His brain, like a supercomputer, easily stored this information and laid a solid foundation for the future.

Vision spent days and weeks with the Protectors until the time slowly came to an end. During a meeting to reconcile the rift, Finn Heesa approached him and invited him to leave Concord Dawn with him.

"You're looking for your friends, aren't you?" he asked quietly. "You know they're not sitting on some planet waiting for you, right?"

Finn then joins up with Toby and Dax, who brought Boba with them at Spar's request.

After bidding farewell to Mandalore and the companions he met on the Concord Dawn, Vision found himself on a familiar ship, heading for a new world. "So where is our destination?" he asked Dax, who was sitting behind him, curiously.

"Tatooine," Boba replied, "It's one of the central hubs for bounty hunting and the whole mercenary thing."

Vision was speechless for a moment. "It seems..." He hesitated, "This place is not friendly."

Finn chimed in with a laugh, "This is a villain's paradise."

"So what do we do next?"

"We're mercenaries and we need to raise funds for the team," Finn explained.

"So what role do I play here?"

"Um... do superheroes get paid too?" Boba asked innocently.

Vision stared at the ceiling in deep thought. "That's a weird question, because I feel like it's both appropriate and inappropriate," he finally answered.

Although this doesn't seem like a clear answer, Vision has embarked on a new journey. They will go to Tatooine, a new world full of unknowns and challenges.