Gwenpool, dressed in her trademark pink and white suit, clings to the hull of her ship, the Unreliable Narrator, as it spins through the chaos. A strange mix of Star Wars X-wings and Star Ocean’s Pangalactic Federation vessels emerge from the rift, colliding in a ballet of blaster fire and energy swords. The engines of her ship groan as she tries to stabilize her course. "Okay, Gwen, you wanted an epic crossover adventure—now’s the time to improvise! First rule: Don’t get vaporized by space wizards or anime knights," she mutters, leaping inside and slamming her fist on the controls. The screen flickers, displaying a holographic map with planets named Endor, Roak, and Nede swirling together in impossible orbits.

Lt. Fayt Leingod, a young officer with determined eyes, leans forward as Gwen’s ship appears on their sensors. Commander Lexa, her silver hair braided tight, studies the erratic vessel with suspicion. "Commander, that ship’s broadcasting in three languages at once—English, Basic, and... is that comic book narration?" "Open a channel. Let’s see who dares crash a Federation patrol in the middle of a galactic anomaly," she commands.

Gwenpool answers the video call, waving enthusiastically with a blaster in one hand and a glowing phase blade in the other. Her pink hair sticks out of her cowl, and her grin is infectious. "Hi! I’m Gwenpool, professional fourth-wall breaker and accidental galaxy-hopper. Have you ever wondered what would happen if the Force met Symbology? Because I’m pretty sure we’re about to find out," "Is she... talking to us or the audience?" "I have no idea, but we need allies. Patch her through to the hangar and prepare for boarding,"

Gwenpool slides into a booth opposite Lt. Fayt Leingod and Commander Lexa, laying out a star map covered in scribbles. "So, here’s the plot: we team up, stop the evil Sith-Symbologist alliance, and maybe I get a cool laser sword and space-magic powers out of it. Who’s in?" "If what you say is true, we have no choice but to cooperate. Our universes depend on it," "Let’s get to work. But if you break reality again, you’re buying the next round,"

Gwenpool charges forward, blasting with one hand and casting Symbology with the other, while Lt. Fayt Leingod parries a masked villain’s saber. Commander Lexa coordinates the attack from her flagship, targeting the rift’s unstable core. "I always wanted to yell ‘For the plot!’ and actually mean it!" "Focus, Gwen! The rift’s destabilizing—if we merge both realities, we may never get home," "All ships, concentrate fire on the anomaly! Now!"

Gwenpool lounges atop her ship, gazing at the twin moons and the new world below, where Jedi and symbologists greet each other with wary curiosity. Lt. Fayt Leingod and Commander Lexa stand beside her, watching the dawn. "So, what do you think? Sequel potential or multiversal mayhem?" "Honestly, Gwen, I think the galaxy just got a lot more interesting," "Let’s just hope you don’t find a way to mash up even more universes next time,"