"Remember, The Force can only be sensed when you're calm and at peace." Liu A'dou looked seriously at the two kids sitting in the living room. "I know both of you are eager for revenge, but that's not something you can rush. There's an old saying from my hometown: 'A gentleman waits ten years to take his revenge.' It means vengeance isn't something that needs to happen right away."
He saw Ben deep in thought and said, "Ben, don't just listen for yourself. Translate that for your junior sister."
These two disciples were really a handful. Especially with the language barrier. Liu A'dou had to teach Ben first and then let Ben pass it along to Kailan.
Now that Kailan had taken the secret elven potion, she had the appearance of a human. But natural beauty was hard to hide—especially her striking teal hair, which drew attention instantly.
Ben wanted to start training right away, but for his master's sake, he first translated the message to Kailan. Kailan nodded repeatedly after hearing it, though it was unclear whether she actually understood—or what exactly Ben had told her.
Liu A'dou sighed. 'Should've stolen a translator from the Fortress of Solitude while I was at it.' Then he said, "Alright, for today, just focus on breathing exercises."
He needed to start preparing the lightsaber. Having stolen from Superman, Liu A'dou was feeling a bit guilty. He kept worrying Superman might come knocking. Just in case, he decided not to return to the Antarctic base for now. He would build the lightsaber in New York.
Technically, Jedi were supposed to build their own lightsabers. It could be done in a few days—some even finished in a single day. Their construction was standardized, just modular pieces assembled together. The real challenge was finding a Force-attuned crystal.
But Liu A'dou wasn't a true Jedi. He already had the crystals prepared. With his stash of high-energy batteries, superconductors, and other parts, it was time to begin assembly.
A lightsaber was extremely power-efficient. Positive charges exited the battery, passed through the focusing crystal, then through a circular magnetic field and a stabilizer, forming the blade. When exposed to air, the positive charge turned negative and was drawn back into the superconducting loop, where it recharged the battery.
The energy cycle was so efficient that lightsabers barely consumed any power.
Each saber required two small crystals plus a few miscellaneous components, all of which Liu A'dou had prepped in advance. So within a few hours, the first prototype was complete—Model One.
He stared at the sleek, silver-gray hilt in his hand, heart racing. What kid who watched Star Wars didn't dream of wielding a lightsaber? Honestly, it was the movies that got him into this—The Force, lightsabers, everything. Teaching students was just a bonus.
Now that it was finally real—let's go. He gently toggled the ignition switch.
Vwoom...
Vwoom vwoom...
A soft blue beam extended from the hilt, about eighty centimeters long and three fingers wide. It didn't have the dramatic clang of a traditional sword being drawn, but the humming was beautiful in its own way.
This was a lightsaber. It flickered slightly due to some imperfections in the build, but even that couldn't take away from the excitement. A working saber meant success.
So cool. First step—learn to deflect bullets. To do that, he'd need to use The Force to predict their path, channel The Force into the blade, and then strike at just the right moment to bounce them back.
He held the saber in both hands, angled across his waist, checking it out from every angle, then started striking a few flashy poses.
Yep, men were just grown-up boys. That humming saber brought him straight back to those carefree summer days, playing with friends, pretending to be heroes.
Sure enough, lightsabers were just too cool. Liu A'dou decided from now on he'd only fight with a lightsaber. If the lightsaber wasn't enough, then he'd use his fists. Pretending to be a Jedi wasn't such a bad thing.
But first, he had to adjust the blade. The constant flickering made it look like a rave stick—that wasn't going to work.
Even though Prototype One was rough, Liu A'dou loved it. He couldn't put it down. He even thought, 'No way I'm letting this Jedi stuff go to waste.' He had to add Jedi into the Transformers movies.
Yeah, that's it. He'd shoot it like this: the Decepticons crush the U.S. military. Then a kind American high school girl—played by Elsa—meets a Jedi—played by Ben. Through him, she meets the Autobots. And when the U.S. is on the brink of collapse, the Autobots drop in from space to save the day. Somewhere in there, a Sith appears—played by Kailan.
A perfect script. Add some space battles, lightsaber duels, robot brawls, and an alien invasion plot. This would be a guaranteed box office hit.
Too bad he didn't have the AllSpark, and he didn't actually know any real Transformers. But no problem—he could call Stark. Stark had the best AI in the world. With that kind of VFX support, the whole thing could be rendered in minutes. It'd only cost a ton of electricity, not actual money.
While Liu A'dou was busy plotting to dominate the global box office again, S.H.I.E.L.D. was swamped with work.
Let's rewind to a few days ago, the night the Chitauri first invaded.
"Ada, I need you to bring all field agents back to New York immediately." At this stage, various government and private research groups were scrambling for alien tech. Although the Director didn't care about the basic weapons, he knew that if they fell into the wrong hands, the consequences would be disastrous. So, they had to work with the National Guard to recover everything.
Ada received her orders and rushed back to New York. But recovery didn't go smoothly. They ran into plenty of armed resistance.
Since the government hadn't issued a public notice yet, people thought if they just hid the stuff, it'd be theirs to keep. By morning, the news media would start reporting on alien tech, and once the government rolled out policies, anyone who voluntarily handed in alien items might get rewarded. But those who didn't would face trouble.
If it was just ordinary civilians, it wouldn't be so bad. Most were just curious and would likely hand over what they found once the official word came. The problem was with shady individuals—some were looking to sell the tech fast, while others wanted to use it for illegal purposes. That's where S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had to be extra careful.
"According to police intel, a gang just transported a large stash of alien tech into an abandoned theater a few minutes ago. Ada, get in there and secure those items right now."
"Understood." The order came straight from the Director. Ada, barely back in the city, was already heading out again.
With the Avengers on rest, the cleanup was left to the regular agents. Ada wore body armor and carried a handgun. Two rifle-wielding agents flanked her in a triangle formation as they moved in cautiously.
The rundown theater looked like something out of a horror movie set. Ada could feel the tension. She raised a fist, and all three halted. As lead, she signaled them to be on alert. The heat sensors above showed multiple hostiles ahead—plenty of bodies and plenty of guns.
Ada made a tactical gesture for the agents to flank from both sides. She would draw their fire from the front.
The quiet night was about to get noisy.
Ada pulled out a flashbang, counted down from three, and lobbed it into the enemy's position.
The assault had begun.