In the middle of a dark and empty star zone, one can see the faint light of newborn stars scattered like dots. A star that has yet to reach maturity may not be so bright, but it has already left its mark in the cosmos.
Next to one of these newborn stars, a small figure floats among a mess of disarrayed objects, pressing a hand to her forehead in frustration.
This pile of objects is great in size and chaotic. Some look like cabins, some look like docks, and some are clearly propulsion parts of a spaceship.
Polaris heaved a deep sigh, turning towards the Blue Spirit beside her and asking, "Are you serious? You're telling me, to categorize all these things by myself, down to the specific parts, and then roughly assemble them back into their original shapes?"
The Blue Spirit, standing on one of the debris, nodded and said, "Of course, you don't need to design anything. These are the schematics provided by Tony Stark."
"These were his exact words - during the previous transportation, we have retrieved over ninety-five percent of the parts from the spaceship and the star port. Theoretically speaking, we should be able to piece them back together."
"Of course, I'm not expecting them to function as they used to after reassembly. You just need to restore them to their original form."
"I..." Dumbfounded, Polaris took almost twenty seconds before she managed to speak, "Are you hearing yourself?"
"You and that Shiller, you riddled all this with conspiracies, using an alien spaceship to crash into an alien star port, disintegrating them, and now you want me to piece them back together... Are you out of your minds?"
"If you wanted a functioning end product, why did you let the spaceship crash into the star port in the first place?"
The Blue Spirit shrugged and activated the communicator strapped to his arm. Stark's voice came through, "It seems you didn't pay attention to our pre-battle plan."
"The mothership no longer belongs to the latest battleships of the Skrull Empire. By the time the Skrull general sailed this ship out, it had already seen many years of service. Plus, many years of disuse and Gana's neglect in maintenance have left the condition of the ship greatly worrisome."
"Its size is too large, too many gunports, excessive firepower, highly conspicuous, and there might be alien communication devices we don't know about. In short, it's hard for the human race to make use of such a large spaceship."
"But still, even so, the Skrull Empire's main ship employs a special casting process. The majority of the human race's weapons and cutting tools cannot dismantle the spaceship. I can't possibly do it all by myself, right?"
"Besides, dismantling it like this would be too wasteful, and Shiller, that cheapskate, would never agree."
"He wishes he could bargain for gold bricks scrapped from a trash can lid. If we were to just scrap a huge spaceship like this, his grumbling will definitely be the last thing I hear before I die."
"He wants to trade this ship for an old star port of the Kree. We got that information from a map found on a Kree guard ship. Although that old star port has outdated technology, it fits the human race perfectly."
"But similarly, we can't drag the star port away. This Skrull mothership is not a ferry, the mage's teleportation portal is not big enough, and we can't flee the crime scene as fast as we hoped."
"The best option would be to break down both of them, and use the mage's teleportation technology to transport them back in several batches."
"Although we can just leave them as debris and study their individual technologies, but since you mutants possess such powerful abilities, why not reassemble them? Isn't it like building blocks?"
"Building blocks…" Polaris covered her face with both hands, then said, "Tony Stark, even though I can't scrounge up two gold bricks from a trash can lid, I'm pretty sure I can make the lid of the trash can behind you fly up and hit you in the back of the head to knock some sense into you!"
"How could I possibly assemble these things???!!! Even if I have the blueprints, do you know how many pieces there are here? I can't even recognize what part of the ship these pieces come from!!! Just like these two…"
Polaris waved her hand, and two pieces approximately her height floated over. Both pieces were dark and completely unmarked, almost identical in size and shape, and it was impossible to tell from Stark's blueprints where they were supposed to go.
"I won't even ask you to tell me where these pieces should go on which part. You just need to tell me which of these two pieces are from the star port, and which are from the spaceship..."
Stark huffed and said, "The piece on your right is a fragment from the base of the star port. The damaged area reveals a very evident support structure while the piece on your left is a fragment from the spaceship, specifically from the supporting structure under the gun port. It has clear heat-resistant coating and shock-resistant structure..."
"Lorna." For the first time, Stark was not using his usual sarcastic tone when stating Polaris's name. He said earnestly, "I can assure you, you are capable of much more than you think."