Author's Note – I do not own anything relating to Star Wars (George Lucas and LucasFilm, and of course Disney), Avengers (Stan Lee, Marvel and again Disney) or GIJoe (Marvel again… wonder if that's Disney too…) or Warhammer 40k (Gamer's Workshop, pretty sure Disney isn't involved there, though it'd be REALLY fun if they were… OMG, having horrible thoughts – Mickey in Ultramarine armor with a DaemonHammer, Minnie & Daisy wearing white power-armor and firing Meltas; Pete with his cigar holding a huge Choppa screaming "WAAAaaaggh!" Goofy in the Alpha Legion, and Stitch as a Tyranid… gah my brain is going to explode…)… but yeah I don't own none of that stuff. This is just for fun.

Chapter 1 – A New Hope

"They found him, get our communications up." Fury growled.

"Yes, sir." Hill answered.

"Sir," a technician called from a nearby bay, "I'm receiving a communication from an unknown source, location, somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean."

"Can you be a little more specific?" Fury glanced over.

"No sir," the technician responded, "the signal is bouncing off several satellites at once, the middle of the Ocean is as near as I can pinpoint. Someone claiming to be 'The Bulwark' is asking to speak with you directly."

"'The Bulwark'" Hill mouthed questioningly, while Fury shrugged.

"Well, whoever they are, at least they can get through, put them on, this could prove interesting."

The screen flickered, and a man wearing a light grey uniform of indeterminate type appeared on the screen, he was older, with a graying mustache and receding hairline framing a well-defined face. The crags, and lines on the face didn't detract from the image but rather defined it. This was the face of man who'd seen much, lived much, and learned from it. His dark, almost black eyes narrowed as he came face to face with the Director of SHIELD.

"Director Fury, I presume." The man's accent was obviously British, with undertones of something else, possibly … german?

"I am he," Fury responded neutrally. "and I guess you're 'The Bulwark.'"

In the background several technicians worked feverishly trying to identify the man from all databases SHIELD had access to, which was to say, most of them.

"I am 'The Bulwark' as you are Director of SHIELD, it is a title, nothing more. Director, I have a simple question, a clarification to a transmission we intercepted several days ago. In it you said 'We are at War.' Am I to understand that we are being invaded?"

"I'm not in the habit of answering the questions of people who admit to intercepting my transmissions, but facts are bigger than my attitude, and that's saying something. Yes, we are at war. Currently my response team is heading to the target point of the invasion, the beachhead if you will, and so will I once I can get this flying tugboat moving again."

"The Guardians can assist you with that, I or one of my subordinates will contact you shortly, in the meantime, I must put out the call. Thank you for your frankness Director, I am glad you understand that caution has its place, and this is not it. Expect our reply, Bulwark out."

Fury was still staring at the blank screen when one of the technicians from earlier announced, "I have a hit on his face. Sir, you're not going to believe this. The closest match to his face isn't that of a human, it's a toy, a Star Wars toy to be precise: 'Supreme Commander Gilad Pellaeon, of the Galactic Alliance.'"

Author's note: Yes, I know there's no toy for Gilad Pellaeon, but I wanted the 'Bulwark' to be someone distinctive.