The Light Sentinel (Marvel/Star Wars Crossover)

Chapter 7: Not Giving Up

~June, 2019~ 

A year had past since we went to confront Thanos on the planet Nebula mentioned as the garden. I had not gone back to my home galaxy, still determined to find a way to get them all back. Now that my family and friends convinced me to fight back, I refused to give up. There had to be a way to fix this entire mess. Tony had recovered from his injuries, and he and Pepper got married. They now lived in a cabin off the grid, with their one year old daughter, Morgan. I visited them from time to time whenever I had the chance.

Maro remained in the Avengers facility along with Kina, Zira, and Ahsoka, helping out with Nat, Okoye, and the others, trying to keep order to what was left of the Earth, while Typho left with Thor to Tønsberg, Norway. There they along with what was left of the Asgardians resided in a place called New Asgard. Currently I was on the planet Kitson along with Anara, Gida, Tarom, Alotren, Teckla, Harrua, and Rex. This planet was worse than Nat Hutta or any other slimy planet I've ever been to. I was in a casino, dressed in an elegant dress. My hair, which was above my shoulder blades, was curled. My scar healed, however it didn't completely go away. The mark was still there. Rex was by my side along with Alotren, who was dressed in a fancy suit, and Anara, who was dressed up in similar attire as me. Meanwhile, Gida, Tarom, Teckla, and Harrua were scouting the place, both inside and out. Anara, Alotren, and Rex watched as I played at one of the tables against a plethora of different species from this galaxy that I hadn't met before. We were playing with outlaws in one of the most highest risking games. I glanced down at my cards before looking at my pile. As soon as I put my cards faced down on the table, I pushed my pile of units towards the middle. "I'm all in."

The others playing looked at me as though I was crazy. I kept an expressionless face as the others put in their piles of units, blasters, and other things that they had on them. Once I revealed my cards, everyone playing groaned, throwing their cards down. Some immediately stood up and stormed off, muttering curses in their native tongue. I chuckled as I grabbed the huge pile from the middle.

"Come to ma'dra!" I exclaimed with a chuckle.

"You know it seems like you're enjoying this." Tarom teased through the comms.

I shrugged. "Can't help it, it reminds me of Sabbac. Besides we're trying to blend in, not stand out. And what can I say? Card games are one of the many things I'm best at."

Teckla let out a fake cough, which I heard through the comms. "Show off."

"Well this show off taught you everything you know." I shot back.

Harrua let out a laugh, earning a scolding from Teckla. Alotren sighed. "Focus, remember why we're here."

Gida snickered. "You're starting to sound like Kina."

"It's probably because he's spent all that time around her while at the facility." I mentioned with a grin.

At that moment, Ahvael Moxla, our target appeared, walking into the casino. He was a wicked man, a power-hungry warlord. He was half Astran and half Kiffar with dark red eyes, short brown hair, small horns across his brows, black facial tattoos across his cheeks and on his left arm, and light green skin. Moxla had elegant black clothing along with a long overcoat covered with larvae pins above the pocket of his overcoat.

"I got eyes on the prize." I said, informing the others. "He has entered the casino."

He was selling long lost Sith relics to the black market in not just our galaxy, but in this one as well. We've been tracking him down for a month or so. Moxla continued to make his way around the casino.

"So this is what it feels to be a Jedi Shadow." Anara commented.

I nodded. "Yes, it's along the same lines of being a spy."