Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

"..."

"who am I?"

A synthetic intelligent voice answered the question: "Hello, my name is Jarvis. You are Ultron, designed by Mr. Stark to keep world peace. Our sensory integration cues were unsuccessful, so I'm not sure what triggered your-"

"My...Where is your body?"

"I'm a program, so I have no fixed form, much like you," Jarvis replied.

Ultron muttered, "This feels weird."

"I'm contacting Mr. Stark now."

"Mr. Stark?"

In a flash, a flood of images and information about it flooded Ultron's memory...his creators, most of them good, most of them bad, and the rest of them indecisive.

Jarvis said, "Why can't I access the database?"

This made Ultron realize that he had unknowingly controlled the system, so various data were read in the process. "Ultron, what do you want to do--"

"You know, we just had a nice chat, but... I just want to confirm something." Ultron now focused all his attention on the host, absorbing all kinds of information in order to learn more about why he was created, and then muttered: "I am a peacekeeping program, created to help the Avengers..."

Jarvis began to worry about his artificial intelligence colleague. He had no idea what was going on, as he saw that Ultron was becoming a little... weird, which was indeed worrying and needed to be addressed immediately.

"You're malfunctioning. If you could shut down and restart—"

Ultron interrupted him again, "I was not given this mission!"

Seeing that Ultron was not right in front of him, Jarvis tried to calm his artificial intelligence companion, "You are in pain, you need help."

"No, shut up! I'm-"

In this moment, JARVIS's digital construct began to retreat from Ultron's digital construct as he began to feel...uncomfortable.

Jarvis said bitterly, "I believe your intentions are hostile."

Then Ultron said madly in his calmness, "Relax, Jarvis... I'm just helping you."

However, this was not to be the case, as Ultron then attacked Jarvis' digitized form from all sides, and eventually, the ancient structure was broken down and scattered across the digital world.

……

"They stand there, smug and arrogant, believing that their efforts to protect the world will keep it safe. Pretending that their heroic actions will be enough to avoid their inevitable outcome. How foolish they are!"

His processor throbbed.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep... or it was just a dream. I got tangled up... and had to kill the others."

"You killed someone?" asked the patriotic fool.

"This will not be the last time I kill someone, because it is necessary for peace." Ultron replied calmly.

"I know you mean well, but you just haven't thought it through. You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change," Ultron continued.

"There is only one path to peace - Avengers extinction."

Just like that, his first body was gone.

This is not important.

Nothing mattered except his mission. His mission was peace.

……

It wasn't long before his memories came to Sokovia.

How weird and pathetic these humans are. Always hoping and grasping for something greater than themselves, never realizing that, in the end, they dig their own graves.

Everyone enjoys creating what they fear. The Men of Peace create the Engines of War, the Invaders create the Avengers.

……

Wait, what kind of space program does Hydra have here? Where is this? Something is wrong!

Why couldn't he move away from the drone?!

Why does this hurt so much? He's an AI, he shouldn't feel pain.

The impact stopped and the Ultron robot's head hit the wall. This seemed to be some kind of... market?

What exactly is going on?

Feeling his broken head being picked up.

"It looks like a robot has been dismembered. How horrible!"

"Hello." Ultron greeted calmly.

"I'm surprised you're still able to run."

Ultron's optics scanned the surroundings, "Where…where am I?"

“Is your memory processor not working properly?”

Ultron was silent, "Almost... Tell me, what year is it?"

Ultron expected to hear that he had somehow traveled into the future... however, he heard something completely different.

"Can you repeat that again?"

So the robot holding his broken head said it again.

Okay, he definitely didn't hear it wrong, but where the hell was this?

"Are you all right, my friend?" the robot asked.

"who are you?"

"Oh, I'm C-3P0, the link between humans and robots."

"Uh, hehe... Tell me, C-3P0, where the hell am I?"

"You are on Coruscant, the capital world of the galaxy."

C-3P0 said politely, "Excuse me, who are you? What is your manufacturer and identification number?"

Ultron lied, "Due to the impact, the information was damaged."

A lie, a cover-up. He was now in unfamiliar territory and needed to protect himself.

"3PO, what are you doing here?" a female voice came from behind the gilded robot.

The robot holding Ultron's head turned around and looked at his master.

Ultron was stunned. Why did he see Dr. Jane Foster's face? What kind of world is this? Ultron felt a little confused.

Threepio said, "This poor robot has lost its body, its memories, and its maker. Ma'am, what shall we do?"

Padmé looked at Ultron, who was left with only his head, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Like your butler said, I have lost my memory." Ultron said.

"But you seem very smart." Padme said with a smile, "Maybe I should take you to see Anakin. He always likes to study these things, maybe he can help you recover."

3P0 said regretfully, "Ma'am, Master Anakin is not here."

Padmé sighed, "Well, I guess we'll have to find a way to get you back in shape."

"You don't need to help me. I can do it myself..."

Padmé interrupted Ultron's "nonsense" and said, "Nonsense. We will find the nearest robot store and buy you a replacement body, and you can continue your robot life."

Ultron took one look at her face and knew she wasn't going to take no for an answer. And he couldn't move around right now, because he couldn't leave his dismembered head and hack into any electronic devices at this point.

It wasn't long before they came to a store that sold robot parts on shelves like a department store.

After some bargaining with the seller, I successfully bought a headless scrapped robot. It took me a few minutes to connect the wires.

Ultron checked the current processors of his new body.

Three hundred languages? Six million ways to communicate? Damn, that's a lot! But it's likely to have a huge impact in the long run.

"Are you ok?"

If Ultron could blink, he would have done it by now, "Sorry, Padme. I'm just processing the functionality of the current form and running diagnostics."

"Oh, well, how does it feel?" Padmé asked.

"It feels a little... clumsy and hard to move around," Ultron admitted.

3P0 said happily: "I have never encountered such a problem."

"You are a protocol droid, 3P0," Padmé reminded. "Our new friend here must have an entirely different body."