WHAT IF THE AVENGERS LANDED IN THE OLD REPUBLIC?

"I am gonna tell you a story. About a strange man who fell from the stars."

As the scene unfolds, we are transported back in time to a few decades ago, when an awe-inspiring wormhole suddenly appeared in the heart of the galaxy. From this mysterious opening, a radiant beam of light emerged, propelling itself at lightning speed toward a spacecraft that was floating in its path. The light collided with the vessel, but to everyone's surprise, there were no holes or impact craters left behind. It was as if the light had passed through the spacecraft, instantly appearing right in the middle of the ship's cabin. The intruder was wearing a peculiar iron stealth suit, the likes of which had never been seen before. The suit bore a prominent spider logo that glowed eerily in the dimly lit room. The color scheme of the suit consisted mainly of a vibrant red color, accentuated by gold highlights in some areas. However, some black highlights added to the suit's overall design, creating a unique and captivating impression.

"He was a warrior from another dimension. In his world, he was known as Spider-Man."

The figure sneaks his way around the ship as he tries to figure out what the heck is going on.

"Okay..." Peter didn't know what to think about where he was. "Okay, Peter. Relax." He stopped himself from immediately freaking out. "Remember what the blind woman said. This world needs help." Then he looked out a window and noticed the fact he was in space and even noticed the neighborhood planets. "Or...was it worlds?"

Peter's heightened senses, also known as his spider senses, immediately kicked in as he detected the sound of approaching footsteps. Reacting quickly, he leaped up onto the ceiling to try and conceal himself from the unknown visitors. As he observed from his vantage point, he saw some strange and unfamiliar-looking creatures walking by, carrying weapons that appeared to be highly advanced and dangerous. To his great surprise and shock, Peter gradually realized that he was no longer on Earth, but rather floating in space, and that he had somehow been transported to an alien world. The gravity of the situation hit him, and he felt a sense of fear and apprehension wash over him as he came to terms with the fact that he was in a completely unknown and potentially hostile environment.

"And those were aliens..." Peter was getting more shocked the longer this went on. "This day gets much stranger."

Dropping down from the ceiling, Peter began to sneak around the area to try and figure out where he was and what was going on. As he was making his way around, he came across the cargo area of the spacecraft and realized that he had stumbled on what he had to guess was a slave ship. There were people of every species around the entire area. He snuck around to try and figure out what to do and where to go when he came across a peculiar-looking cage. It seemed to be a common-looking cage far away but when he got up close, he noticed that there was a lot more security to keep the girl inside prisoner. She looked like a human female with brown hair that was up in a strange ponytail that went to her shoulders. When he got closer, he saw that there was something implanted into her neck called a neural disruptor. She seemed to be fit and strong, maybe that's why she has that disruptor in her as its key purpose seems to be to keep her in a dazed state.

Peter was frantically typing on the keyboard, trying to hack into the system as quickly as possible. However, he soon realized that he had no idea what he was doing. Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the room, alerting everyone to his presence. Peter's heart sank as he heard the sound of marching footsteps echoing down the hallway. Within seconds, a group of aliens appeared, brandishing their weapons and opening fire on the boy.

Panicked and scared, Peter looked over at the controls and muttered to himself, "Aw, screw it!" Without a second thought, he smashed the controls with his fists, hoping to disable the alarms and escape unnoticed. As he turned to run for cover, he saw the slave girl who had been locked up in the nearby cage. She had regained consciousness and realized that she was in grave danger.

Peter's heart raced as he witnessed an incredible display of bravery and skill. The young girl, who had been held captive in a small cage, had suddenly broken free. With lightning-fast reflexes, she disarmed the aliens who had been guarding her, knocking their weapons out of their hands. Peter could hardly believe what he was seeing - it was like something out of a sci-fi movie.

But the girl wasn't done yet. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a small cylindrical object that flew across the room and landed in her outstretched hand. Peter's eyes widened in disbelief as she ignited the object, revealing it to be a glowing lightsaber. The weapon hummed as the girl swung it through the air, expertly deflecting laser blasts from the aliens who were now cowering in fear.

Peter felt a surge of admiration for the girl. He had never seen anyone fight like this before - it was like she had been trained her whole life for this moment. As he watched her in awe, he realized that he was witnessing something truly extraordinary.

"Whoa," Peter commented.

The girl turned to face Peter and raised her blade in his direction. "Who are you?! Did the Republic send you?"

"WHOA!" Peter cried as he raised his hands in surrender. "Hang on, lady. I don't know what is going on. I just got here."

"You snuck on board of a Vulkar slave ship, and don't know how you got here?" She asks him, not believing his story. "If that's the case, why free me?"

"Enemy of my enemy, right?" Peter guessed was the best reason. "I panicked and saw you could maybe help me understand what the heck is going on here!"

She seemed to sense that he was telling the truth and then shut down the lightsaber. "My name is Bastila Shan."

Peter shrugged and saw she was trusting him, and he definitely needed someone like that here. He retracted his iron mask so she could see his face. "Peter Parker."

Bastila nodded and placed the saber on her hip. "Well, Peter Parker. You and I are going to take over this ship and free these slaves."

Peter sighed as he should have seen that coming. "Yeah, I guessed that was gonna come next." He then returned his mask as Bastila grabbed her saber and ran down the pathway. "This is gonna be fun."

"And that is how we met."

TEN YEARS LATER:

Bastila Shan-Parker sat by her newborn daughter's side, telling her the story of how she met her father. She recounted how Peter, who had been dusted by Thanos, had miraculously reunited with the Avengers and together, they had joined forces with the Jedi Council to combat the Sith and restore peace to the galaxy.

As time passed, they had begun to make a significant difference in the world and even started to put down roots. However, the story that Bastila was telling her daughter was not about their heroic exploits; it was about how she and Peter had fallen in love.

At first, Bastila found Peter to be somewhat annoying, but as she watched him put his life on the line to protect others, her opinion of him began to change. She realized that his sense of humor was a coping mechanism for the pain of his past and that he was, in fact, a deeply caring and selfless person.

Over the years, the two of them grew closer, and their friendship slowly blossomed into a romantic relationship. It was this connection that ultimately led to the birth of their daughter, Nirhea Shan-Parker.

As Bastila finished her story, she looked down at her daughter and wondered what kind of world she would grow up in. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of their small family and the love that they shared.

The Avengers and their heroic actions had a wider impact than just the main universe. The Jedi Order began to understand the value of relationships and love, thanks to the Avengers' example. One of the most notable examples of this newfound understanding was reflected in the relationship between Peter and Bastila. Their love for each other proved to be a crucial factor in saving Bastila from the dark side of the force. If not for their deep bond, Bastila would have fallen prey to the temptation of the dark side and turned on the Jedi Order, causing immeasurable harm. Thus, the Avengers' actions and their impact on the Jedi Order's philosophy of love and relationships should not be underestimated. Even other Avengers started to fall for other members of the Order, and even some of them became Jedi members themselves.

As Peter walked through the front door, he glanced at his family. Despite the warm welcome, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he looked down at his suit, which had undergone numerous upgrades over the years. It was a sight to behold, with its striking combination of red and gold, and it was now equipped with enhanced combat mode as its default setting. The suit's metal had been strengthened in certain areas to provide better protection against lightsaber blades and other types of attacks. To complete the look, Peter had added a hood to his outfit, which he believed made him look more menacing. While it didn't necessarily have the desired effect, it did make him stand out in a crowd.

"You telling her the story of when we first met?" Peter asks as he pecks Bastila on the lips.

"You know she loves to hear stories of her mother saving her father," Bastila stated as she placed Nirhea in her crib.

"Oh, you saving me?" Peter asked as he walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I don't remember that being the story. Last I recall, you were going to be sold as a slave until I came along and rescued you."

"Oh, please." Bastila seemed to deny that was the case. "You would have been shot down if it weren't for me saving you."

"Yes, but I saved you first." Peter reminded her.

Bastila chuckled as she turned around and pecked his lips. "Let's agree to say we saved each other."

"I can live with that," Peter promises her.

Peter and Bastila stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a tender embrace. As they held each other tightly, their minds were filled with thoughts of all they had been through and all that had brought them to this moment. The comfort they found in each other's arms was suddenly shattered as Peter's senses were jolted by a feeling of unease. An instinctive reaction overcame him, causing him to freeze in place.

Without hesitation, Bastila sensed that something was amiss and quickly drew her lightsaber, ready to face whatever danger may be lurking. She led the way outside, scanning the darkness for any signs of danger. Peter followed closely behind, his senses alert and his heart racing.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the tension was palpable. They braced themselves for the worst, expecting to find themselves face-to-face with a horde of Sith warriors or a powerful Sith Lord. The night was silent, yet the anticipation of the impending battle hung heavy in the air.

Peter and Bastila were both on high alert, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they braced themselves for any potential danger. They stood side by side, scanning the darkness with intense focus, their eyes darting around in search of any signs of movement or threat. Suddenly, their attention was drawn to a strange object in the sky that appeared to be some sort of colossal ship. The vessel was unlike anything they had ever seen before, with a shape that resembled a gigantic sword. Its gleaming metallic surface sparkled in the moonlight, and the intricate details of its design were mesmerizing to behold. Despite their fear and uncertainty, Peter and Bastila couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the sight before them.

"What is this?" Barris was lost at what she was seeing.

"A ship? Shaped like a sword?" Peter was just as confused.

As Peter and Bastila stood guard, they witnessed a spectacular sight- smaller ships emerged from the larger ship in the sky, and began descending towards their home. These ships were unlike anything they'd ever seen before and appeared to be robotic creatures. Without wasting a moment, Peter and Bastila sprung into action, standing back to back, ready to defend their home and family. They knew they had to send word to the Jedi Council about the impending attack, and did so immediately.

As they fought the robotic invasion, they soon realized that this was no ordinary attack. The commander of the robots emerged, floating on a holographic disk, and towering above them all. He was a tall figure, clad in unfamiliar purple and green armor. His mask projected strange symbols, that seemed to twist and writhe in the light. His face was covered with a blue color, that made him look all the more menacing. It was Kang the Conqueror- the mastermind behind the attack, and he had arrived to witness his plan unfold.

"All too easy," Kang muttered as he made his way to his location.