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Chapter 916: Been Here Before (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2024-01-21 08:12:42 +0000 UTCIn DC World With Marvel Chat Group : Table of Content/Chapter List
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In the midst of a vast, desolate region of space, where darkness stretched far and wide, faint glimmers of light from newborn stars dotted the void. The stars, not yet in their prime, lacked the brilliance of their mature counterparts but had already left their marks in the cosmic expanse.
Near one of these newborn stars, a tiny figure floated amidst a chaotic jumble of debris, clutching their forehead in frustration. The pile of clutter was massive and utterly disordered, comprising everything from what appeared to be compartments and piers to components of a spaceship.
Polarisdeep let out a sigh, turning to Blue Spirit beside her. "Are you serious about this? You want me to categorize all of these items, down to their specific locations, and then roughly assemble them back to their original forms?"
Standing on a fragment, Blue Spirit nodded. "Certainly, and you don't need to design anything. These are Tony Stark's design schematics."
"In his words," Blue Spirit continued, "during the previous salvage operation, we retrieved over ninety-five percent of the spaceship and star port components. Theoretically, we can reassemble them."
"Of course, I'm not asking for them to function properly after reassembly, just to restore their original shapes."
Polaris hesitated, her mouth hanging open for at least twenty seconds before she finally spoke. "Do you even realize what you're saying? You and Schiller orchestrated a massive conspiracy, piloting an alien spaceship to crash into an alien star port, turning them into rubble, and now you want me to put them back together... Are you both out of your minds?"
"If you wanted a functioning end product, why did you let the spaceship collide with it in the first place?"
Blue Spirit shrugged and activated the communication device fixed on her arm. Stark's voice came through, saying, "It seems like you didn't listen to the plan before the battle."
"This flagship of the Skrull Empire is no longer their latest model. It had already been in service for many years when that Skrullsgeneral took it out, and with so many years of disuse, Gana couldn't bother with maintenance. Its condition is extremely worrisome."
"It's too large, with too many guns and excessive firepower, and it attracts too much attention. There might even be communication devices that we're unaware of, connecting it to other Skrull spaceships. In short, humans would have a hard time handling this colossal spaceship."
"But even so, the Skrull Empire's flagship was constructed in a unique way. The existing human majority weapons and cutting tools won't be enough to take it apart. It's not like I can cut it all by myself, can I?"
"And, frankly, it's a bit of a waste to just cut it up like that. Schiller, that miser, would never agree to it."
"He wants to use this ship to exchange for an old Kree star port, the one we found on the map of the Kree escort ship before. That old star port may be technologically outdated, but it's perfect for humans."
"However, we can't just tow the star port away, and this Skrull flagship isn't a shuttle. The sorcerer's portal isn't large enough, so we can't escape the scene quickly."
"The best solution is to break them both into pieces and then use the sorcerer's portal technology to move them back in batches."
"Although we could just leave them in pieces and study the individual components separately, since mutants have such extraordinary abilities, why not try to assemble them again? It's like building with blocks, isn't it?"
"Building with blocks..." Polaris covered her face with both hands and said, "Tony Stark, even though I can't find two gold bricks under a trash can lid, I can certainly make the trash can lid fly into the back of your head to wake you up!"
"How could I possibly assemble all of this? Even with the schematics, do you know how many fragments are here? I can't even identify which parts these fragments belong to. Take these two, for instance..."
Polaris waved her hand, causing two fragments roughly her height to float over. Both pieces were pitch black with no discernible markings, and their shapes and sizes appeared nearly identical. According to Stark's design schematics, it was impossible to determine where these pieces should fit.
"I'm not even asking you to tell me where these items should be placed in the assembly. You only need to tell me which one belongs to the star port and which one belongs to the spaceship..."
Stark let out a cold snort and said, "The fragment on your right is from the star port's foundation. It has exposed metal with obvious support structures. The fragment on your left is from the spaceship, specifically from below the gunports, as it has clear high-temperature coatings and shock-resistant structures..."
"Lorna," Stark called her by name without his usual sarcastic tone, "I can responsibly tell you that you are capable of much more than you think."
"Perhaps you're tired right now, and you haven't reached your limits yet. I don't know why you're always reluctant to use your own powers, but now the arrow is already on the string, and you have no choice but to release it."
"After assembling everything, we will tow the star port to the edge of the Solar System for future spaceship docking. The entire spaceship will be the reward for the mutants' contributions to this plan."
Hearing this, Polaris felt her heart skip a beat. She repeated in disbelief, "What did you say? As long as I can restore the spaceship, it will belong to us?"
"Yes, you heard correctly. If you can restore the spaceship now, you can directly pilot it back, right next to Andromeda Galaxy Sky Island. I believe the natives of the Andromeda Galaxy will welcome you."
Polaris swallowed hard, hearing the sound of her own heart pounding. She stammered, "Are you saying... mutants are about to own a spaceship? A spaceship this massive and grand..."
"Correct. While a spaceship may not be very significant for you and Magneto, mutants, if they want to undergo large-scale migration, need at least one transport ship. You're relocating, not fleeing. You can't rely on willpower to endure space radiation, can you?"
"Mutants are planning a large-scale migration?" Polaris's fingertips trembled as she asked, "Is this Professor X's decision?"
"No, this is your decision. If you can repair this spaceship, you can naturally pilot it and transport mutants who aren't doing well to the Sky Island. But if you can't fix it, the migration might have to wait."
After ending the communication, Blue Spirit approached with concern. He said, "Hold on, Lorna, don't get too excited. Your breathing rate is irregular. Calm down... Yes, take deep breaths, follow me... Inhale... Exhale..."
Polaris pressed her hand against her chest, closed her eyes, and swallowed hard. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Do you know? Do you know... Blue Spirit, I don't even have my own house because the neighbors wouldn't allow the homeowner to sell to mutants. I don't have my own car because getting a driving license as a mutant is challenging..."
"But now, I'm going to have my own spaceship! As long as I can put it back together. Oh, wait a minute, even if I can physically assemble it, how do I start it?"
Polaris lowered her head, looking at the design schematics. She said, "The startup system for something like this must be very complex, right? Stark tends to exaggerate; maybe he's just trying to get me to contribute more..."
However, she then thought for a moment and said, "But even if I can only assemble it, I can still tow it back to Andromeda. Even if I can't do it myself, I can find... Forget it, let's start by assembling it. It's just like a larger version of LEGO blocks."
Seeing the unsettling greed in Polaris's eyes, Blue Spirit took a step back. He said, "Lorna, I'll leave you for now. If you need anything, just call me."
Polaris couldn't hear anything anymore. She closed her eyes and began to concentrate on the magnetic field.
Magnetic fields were fascinating things; everything in the universe caused changes in magnetic fields, and Polaris could control more than just magnetic fields. Her abilities were essentially the same as Magneto's.
In daily life, the reason she performed differently from Magneto was that she had always resisted delving deeper into her own abilities.
But this time, Polaris felt a burning greed ignite within her.
It wasn't just a small house or an ordinary car; it was a spaceship, the flagship of one of the most advanced civilizations in space. She didn't need to buy it or apply for it; all she needed was to use her own abilities to assemble it.
After focusing her mind, Polaris began scanning all the fragments with her abilities, searching for traces of the spider web on them. However, she soon realized that with her current control of magnetic forces, she couldn't be precise enough to identify every individual part. She needed to feel the magnetic field more precisely.
But limited by her human body, she found that she could no longer touch more. After pausing for a few seconds, Polaris's figure disappeared in mid-air. She temporarily changed her life form, completely merging with the magnetic field.
Then her senses became more acute, exploring every corner of the mechanical parts, penetrating inside, feeling the composition of the materials.
The subtle changes in the magnetic field were clear, and the friction and collisions between molecules were deafening. When she began to identify the parts at the microscopic level, everything became straightforward.
In just a few minutes, thousands of shattered pieces were divided into two groups and gradually began to assemble.
During this process, Polaris had to release a sufficient amount of power to control all the components of the massive spaceship and perform precise connections. She had to remove the damaged parts from the explosions, connect the parts that could be connected in the most suitable way, and ensure everything fit perfectly.
The design schematic floated in mid-air, and when a fragment matched the design, it instantly fell into place. Polaris's figure reappeared.
In front of her, the massive spaceship had been restored to its basic form. Although some of the externally painted parts were left behind at the accident site, it didn't affect the overall structure of the spaceship.
However, Polaris was frowning, indicating that things weren't going smoothly.
After several hours of integration and assembly, she realized that she couldn't assemble the spaceship. Although the spaceship had been restored structurally, it was essentially a pile of fragments stacked together.
Polaris felt that she couldn't magically produce adhesive, and there was no specific adhesive for assembling spaceships.
So, she had to seek another way, using magnetic force to connect them. But it wasn't easy; each fragment's junction with other parts was different, and if one part wasn't properly connected, everything would fall apart.
It was a tedious, repetitive, and mentally exhausting task. Polaris spent a whole week in this vast space.
She had lost count of how many times her power had been depleted, but she knew that from the beginning, she couldn't finish three parts in an hour, to finally being able to perfectly assemble dozens of parts in just ten minutes. All her strength had been unleashed, honed, and improved repeatedly.
Then Polaris realized that she had a better way to accomplish all of this.
Magnetic force was not the end but the beginning. Above it lay a broader microcosm, opening the door to her.
The movement and engagement between molecules, the friction from collisions between molecules, became more subtle, more powerful, and more precise.
Countless factors, a vast world, everything under control.
When Polaris opened her eyes, her body remained tiny compared to the massive spaceship. However, this magnificent spaceship, like a loyal giant, pledged its allegiance to her.
As she extended her hand, her hair floated, and a glimmer of light burst forth. Countless streams of light slid across the hull.
The traces of the explosion slowly disappeared, as if time were flowing backward. The components, in a bizarre yet rational way, perfectly fit together, just like wounds healing, forming the whole.
When she was crowned, she would grant loyal subjects a new life.
At that moment, Polaris's fear of losing control over her abilities began to dissipate because she finally understood why Magneto dared to release and utilize his powers.
Magnetic force wasn't their weapon; it was them. The planets weren't their homes; they were the children they embraced.
In this boundless space, they were the ocean.
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