Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Meanwhile, down below the storage level, Team Domino and several other clones continued their search, checking on each other and clearing the area.

"Okay, Blender, Red Eye, go to Zone 6," Echo instructed. "Five and I will go to Zone 2."

The two followed the order and walked to a fork in the corridor.

"I'll go check the south." Red Eyes said.

"Be careful over there, it's getting dark," his clone brother teased.

"Ah, shut up, blender."

What they didn't see or hear was the pair of sharp legs sticking out of a large box. No one heard it except Matt Murdock, who was nervous at the unfamiliar sound.

Steve saw this and put a hand on his shoulder. "Matt?"

The lawyer just shook his head. "I'll talk to you in a minute."

Steve frowned but nodded, letting Matt do what he did best. He looked back and saw his Jedi friend having another debate with the woman he had apparently been having an affair with.

"The Republic's military presence is the only reliable defense against the Separatists," Kenobi argued.

"Even extremists can be reasoned with," said Satin, now rising from his seat.

"Perhaps, if someone could hear the clanking of their battle droids." Obi-Wan walked over to her position, his expression becoming more irritated.

"Ah, the irony of a soldier."

"A dreamer's delusion."

"Are you two done with your quarrel?" Chaim said with an amused expression, as did the other Jedi and Avenger in the room.

It's not every day that you see a more annoyed Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Damn...just need to lock these two in a room..." Natasha muttered to Steve and Matt, the former smiling slightly while the latter gave him a more intense look.

Tal Merrick then decided to intervene between the two: "Duchess, Jedi Master, it has been a long journey. I think we could all use a break and refresh our minds.

"Duchess of Sardin." Matt stepped forward, his hands clenched around his cane, his eyes fixed on the Mandalorian ruler. "If I may ask, why are you so adamantly against this war? Against the whole idea of ​​conflict?

Satine blinked, realizing she was caught off guard by the sudden question, but she cleared her throat and recovered.

"When you suffer and witness the horrors that cause so much unnecessary death and chaos, you become disgusted by the idea of ​​war," Satine said, lifting her chin.

"Believe me when I say this," Steve had spoken now. "You have a point, but it's too narrow-minded.

"sorry?"

"War is not something that can be so easily categorized, nor is it so simply defined." Steve said in his voice. "Sometimes, war is inevitable, and the extremists cannot fight it no matter what."

Satine didn't respond, letting Steve continue.

"Take this Death Watcher who's against you," Steve said. "How do you reason with extremists who want to go back to their old ways of using terrorism to make their point? Innocent people are dying because of it.

"I never wanted this to happen," Sardin retorted. "They crossed a line; I understand, but we can still—"

“You crossed the line first,” Natasha interrupted. “You squeezed them, pushed them to the point of desperation, and in their desperation, they turned to the CIS.”

"I never intended to do anything like this," Sardin said defensively. "I only wish for peace. I have seen enough of my people die for our ancient ways. I did not expect them to resort to terrorism against their own people.

“Terrorism is complicated, Sadin. It’s mostly about wanting to have something that their targets can’t quite provide, and that makes them violent,” Natasha said. “For their part, they want things to go back to the way they were. A simpler, more familiar time where they didn’t have to be persecuted for their beliefs.”

"So they choose to stay and be seen as warmongering bloodthirsty fools?" Satine asked sharply. "How could anyone wish to do that to themselves? I don't understand why you can't see that.

"Excuse me, Duchess, but perhaps you don't fully understand these people either."

"They are Mandalorians," said Sardin fiercely. "Am I not a Mandalorian?"

“Your reaction to the Mandalorians was extreme, to the point where the only planet that recognized your rule was the home planet of Mandalore itself,” Matt countered. “From what we’ve learned, only your planet recognizes your government, unlike the rest of your galaxy.

"But there must be a way without bloodshed." Sardin was not going to waver. "Enough sacrifices have been made."

"Duchess, if I may." Natasha began to walk slowly towards her. "You see, a long time ago, I was on a mission in a third world country on Earth with a few agents. We were investigating a local government who were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with gems. Natasha was now standing in the center of the room. "But their caravans were often attacked by bandits in the forests of the northern provinces. In order to complete the mission effectively, we had to stop the unrest in order to find the appropriate contacts to help overthrow the leaders of said government. For months, we never encountered anyone trading with the bandits. One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby ​​the size of a large fruit. When I brought it back to the command center, we realized that the bandits were throwing them away.

This brought silence to the room.

"Then why steal them?" Anakin found himself asking at the behest of the group.

"Oh, because they think it's good sport. Because some people don't seek anything logical, like money, peace, or even compromise. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned with, or negotiated with. Some people just want to watch the world burn." Natasha's eyes were fixed on the Duchess. "These people... these Death Watchers... they are not like the bandits I've encountered before. But if you continue down this path, these consequences will come to haunt you one day.

The silence that filled the air was palpable, to say the least. Matt Murdock broke the silence by tapping his cane on the ground to get everyone's attention.

"In life, there are many things that are desirable in themselves. Given the current situation, it would be peace in the galaxy and everyone could be happy. No one would suffer from the problems in life such as famine, poverty, and of course war. Matt sighed and "looked" at the people around him. "But there is a problem here, that conflict must happen in order for everything to move forward to make life better for everyone. This is a great goal, but it should not be a means to an end. If there is no progress, then everything will stagnate, and no one wants that.

“But if you try to block such progress, you will encounter serious opposition and threats that you cannot control.

"Are you suggesting that the rise of the likes of the Death Watch is the Duchess' fault?" Merrick posed. "I'll have you know that the Death Watch has been around for a long time, long before the current government that the Republic has acknowledged to this day."

Matt just shook his head. "I'm saying it's cause and effect. Cause and effect, if you're willing to admit it."

Everyone in the room was silent, and the blind lawyer gave his reasons. "Cause and effect is a universal concept, and no one can change it. It always happens whenever people start moving forward to achieve their beliefs, ideologies, goals, etc. Death Watch comes to mind now. Because it creates challenges and incites conflict. Yes, I know conflict breeds disaster, but... but, despite the disaster, people still hope that they can work together to make things better. So, if people want to put an end to this, then what will people learn from all these problems. Not to mention there is no faith in humanity whatsoever... everyone is fighting their own problems to make themselves better.

"We can't always rely on this barbaric mentality to make progress. Obi-Wan cuts in unexpectedly.

"This is more than just barbarity, Kenobi," Steve said politely. "It's about the inevitable. What Sardin did, while noble, was too sudden and radical for people who have been familiar with a single way of thinking for thousands of years. There may be multiple opinions about it, but for centuries I have been told that the Mandalorians are a culture of warriors. A sudden turn to peace and pacifism in a sudden and short period of time can only lead to extreme conflict, not compromise.

Matt shook his head. "Not only that, but a reality without pain, death, or real problems would ultimately bring chaos from the established order. . . . It is an idealized dream that many pursue, but it causes chaos, and everyone wants to change it. It is unnatural and unsettling for any living, breathing being. However, if everyone were to gain immortality so quickly and easily, then they would cease to fulfill their potential all together. If that happened, everyone would become too dismissive of what was given to them, rendering their lives meaningless. I believe you have not provided them with an adequate method to change their perspectives to align with your own. From what I have seen so far, you have not provided them with an alternative other than your own. You either stick to your pacifist ways or simply be exiled. Judging from the Mandalorian nomadic culture, this does not present them with much of a challenge or choice."

The lounge was quiet, and there was a tense feeling all around. The invited senators digested the recent discussions and considered which paths to carefully tread and what actions to take during their political careers. Even being reminded on these topics made some people uneasy.

Satine glared at the Avengers fiercely, silently clasped her hands behind her back, and left the room.

"Well... it must be... something." Anakin said with a wry smile. "Where do you get all these ideas from?"

“In my life and what I’ve been through, one needs to be very discerning; even if it gets into some uncomfortable territory,” Matt said flatly.

"Lawyer." Natasha grinned and rolled her eyes.

"You certainly know how to put on a show," Obi-Wan said dryly.

"This has to do with our work, Mr. Kenobi," Matt said, adjusting his tie slightly.