Walter Leland Cronkite, Junior - CBS New
CBS Broadcast Center - 524 West 57th Street, Manhattan, New York City, New York, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 18:00/6:00 PM
"Good evening America."
Millions of viewers in the United States tuned in to watch the special report from CBS regarding the war effort with dread. Many Americans and Earthlings, in general, knew that the Sith Empire was a technologically advanced civilization. Thoughts of disaster rang throughout the living rooms across the land, yet they were in for a surprise.
"I can hereby report that we have dealt two strategic blows against the Empire with relatively light casualties."
Walter took off his glasses and wiped away the sweat from his forehead before putting his spectacles back on. "Even our Republic allies were amazed at our might against the Imperial onslaught and quoting Supreme Chancellor Saresh 'Your people have the gratitude of the Republic'."
Footage of Imperial prisoners and scenes of battle played out in the households courtesy of Uncle Sam. The citizens watched as United States Marines and American Paratroopers captured a formidable fortress and witnessed the armored columns duking it out with their Imperial counterparts. There were even a few dogfights here and there with the alien craft dropping like flies as they attempted to avoid the pursuing F-4 Phantoms, F-105 Thunderchiefs, and F-8 Crusaders.
"Of course there are still dead and injured amongst our troops over there, but the Empire has taken heavy losses on Korriban and Tython...Please keep our boys and our fellow Earthlings in mind as they fight for the independence of our world. God Bless America and this is Cronkite signing off."
Natthrrya Therin-Palatine - Darth Avarice / Empire's Wrath
INS Accuser - BSX-5 Dreadnought
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 18:00/6:00 PM
"Master, are you alright?" Jaesa asked.
The two Sith were in Nathrrya's quarters aboard the Accuser. The older woman stood, arms folded across her chest looking out the viewport. She'd been like this for the past half hour.
"Nat?" Jaesa sounded worried.
The senior Sith turned to face her apprentice and friend. "Just thinking. I've got a meeting with the Dark Council to attend; it's not going to be pleasant."
"Nothing about what happened is pleasant. I can't believe the Earthlings could be so... barbaric." The younger woman said. She'd seen the evidence but didn't want to believe it.
Nathrrya sighed "I'm going to recommend to the Council that from now on when the Empire encounters Warsaw Pact forces we wipe them out to the last man, Korriban will not be forgotten. They shall reap what they have sown. As for the NATO forces they have honour and will be taken prisoner and treated accordingly to the Earthlings' convention on POW's."
Jaesa nodded "The Council won't like that."
"No but it's clear we're dealing with two very different military organizations even if they do come from the same planet. We treat them accordingly." Nathrrya massaged her forehead "Then we've got their tactics to deal with."
"The galaxy has been fighting using the same basic tactics for thousands of years." Jaesa said frowning.
"I know, and that's the problem. The Republic and Empire have become stagnant." Nathrrya replied "The scary part is that Earth once fought their wars much like we do but less than a hundred years later and the way they wage war is so vastly different. If the Empire and even the Republic wants to survive we have to adapt to the Earthlings tactics even if it means more or less copying them."
Both Sith women looked at each other with equally sombre expressions. The Dark Council would defiantly not like that. Nor much of the Wrath's other findings.
Private First Class Jacob Gregory "Jake" Meyer - Fireteam Alpha, Second Squad, First Platoon, C/Charlie Company, Second Raider Battalion "Carlson's Raiders", Second Raider Regiment, Second Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps
RNS Tranquility - Valor-class Cruiser
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 18:00/6:00 PM
"Yo Jake!" Corporal Jackson Cartwright shouted. "You want to join in!?"
Meyer was in the barracks onboard the Tranquility cleaning his M14 service rifle. Many of his comrades were out celebrating the victories over Imperial forces not just once but twice at Korriban and Tython. While it was strange how two sacred worlds were attacked on the same week, the Leatherneck shrugged it off as just a mere coincidence.
"Nah, I'm good man." The Hoosier smiled. "We can't let Sarge see our weapons being dirty from damn sand now, especially if Patton himself is inspecting us later."
Jack sighed. "I suppose you're right Jake. I'll see you later."
The farmboy gave the New Yorker a mock salute as he scrubbed his rifle in an attempt to get rid of the stubborn red sand.
'This is going to take a while.' He thought. Placing the firearm and toothbrush off to the side, Meyer decided to take a break. Getting up from the locker that he was sitting on, Jake opened the chest up and retrieved a photograph. On one side was Jake himself in the standard issued dark forest green service uniform and next to the Marine was a redheaded, slightly tanned Republic trooper wearing her equivalent. Or at least he thought she was a part of the Republic Military at the time. Flipping the picture over, Jake begins to read the distinctive 'High Galactic alphabet' handwriting:
Larel,
I still have six months left in my enlistment and I have to say that Earth is truly unique in the galaxy.
This world is like no other and I would enjoy spending the rest of my days here on this planet with you by my side.
I have learned to love this land dearest and I hope that you loverboy can show me why I have made the correct choice.
You are my one and only Jake and I don't want you to change.
Be well, my beloved,
Sara
'And even now I'm still unsure what to think.'
Second Lieutenant Paul Meyer - Third Platoon, D/ Delta Company, Second Battalion, 324th Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division, XVIII Airborne Corps, United States Army
RNS Tranquility - Valor-class Cruiser
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 19:00/7:00 PM
Paul still couldn't believe it. The paratrooper who survived Husky and Market Garden, the man who have dropped into Normandy and the soldier who had held the line at the Bulge was denying that the recent victories were this easy, yet they were.
Still, the 82nd Airborne has lost an eighth of its men, but proportionately, the Empire suffered worse. A combination of surprise and arrogance along with luck and the ridiculousness of some tactics from the enemy had carried out the day in the Earth Coalition's favor.
'But at what cost?' Meyer thought to himself. 'The Empire will not forget that we were on that sacred ground of theirs.'
As the Lieutenant pondered, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
It was his son Jacob. Smiling, the soldier stopped working on the after action reports and focused all his attention on his only child.
"Hey, dad."
"That's sir to you, Jarhead." Paul deadpanned to the Leatherneck as he poured some coffee into a mug.
"You want any, sir?"
"Actually, some joe does sound nice." He admitted before regretting his previous order. "And nevermind about the sir business."
"Yes, sir." The Marine declared with a cheeky grin, to which the army officer groaned as Jake handed him his cup of steaming hot liquid. "Your usual. Two creams, two sugars."
"Thanks."
There was a moment of silence between father and son as neither of them spoke until Jake brought up a subject.
"So I guess we had a surprise back on Korriban in the form of Sara."
"I guess so..." Paul confessed. The paratrooper and his wife Rebecca initially thought that Kelrein was an excellent match for Jake yet when the truth came out, betrayal was a total understatement. Becky was devastated after the news was revealed since the Corellian was a good friend to her. However, the Lieutenant wasn't completely sure if they were used despite the fact that Jake was interrogated by the FBI over the incident that occurred at the United Nations building.
Jake shook his head. "Well, regardless if she holds regrets or not, I hope that Harkun is rotting in Hell. No one should be choked like she was."
"That we can agree on." Paul said with bitterness. "If he's an example of what the Sith are like, then they should be put down like the disgusting pigs they are. I can't believe that a supposedly advanced civilization is utterly barbaric and openly practices slavery."
Days earlier on Korriban...
Paul gazed at the aliens behind the energy barrier. They were of various species yet they all had one thing in common.
They were all slaves.
The mixed group of paratroopers and Raiders had captured the complex hours earlier but this energy shield should have been taken down after the main generator was knocked out. However, Intel was right on this one too since it seems like that the Empire feared internal revolts more than the Republic, which explains the idiotic defense system and one which the Earthlings have exploited.
"Should we free them?" One of his men asked as the forced laborers began to beg.
"Please! I was a soldier in the Republic Army!" One of the Zabraks, if Paul remembers correctly, declared, recalling they were the race with the horns.
The Lieutenant made a choice. "Damn right we are freeing them!" If he was telling the truth, then that meant that this was the fate for the Empire's prisoners of war.
Paul watched as his son Jake, Sam, and a few others assisted the former captives in making a break for it. The same Zabrak that called out to him moments ago approached the American officer and saluted.
"Sir! I'm Corporal Anvo Wod, 81st Assault Regiment, Republic Army."
"Lieutenant Meyer, United States Army." Paul stated as he pulls out and handed his sidearm to Wod. "Here's something you can use until we find something more useful."
"A slugthrower?" The extraterrestrial questioned curiously as he pulled out the magazine.
"Extremely effective against both Imps and Sith."
"If you say so, I won't refuse a weapon all the same…"
Present...
"Well, at least we know that the Republic wasn't exaggerating." Jake determined. "I would have thought that their subjects would have overthrown their Sith overlords by now since even the Imperial military outnumbers them."
"Not to mention their naval ships." Paul agreed. "Nothing about this galaxy makes sense."
"Yeah..." His son trails. "Tell me about it. It seems like we have Space Magicians fighting over this 'Lightside/Darkside, keep this Force in balance' nonsense"
'We can all agree on that as well.' Paul thought before speaking up. "Well kiddo, I got to finish working on my paperwork."
"Talk to you later, dad."
'Space Magicians.' Paul snorted. 'The Force can kiss my ass.'
Sergeant Samuel David "Sam" Westbrook - First Squad, Third Platoon, D/Delta Company, Second Battalion, 324th Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division, XVIII Airborne Corps, United States Army
RNS Tranquility - Valor-class Cruiser
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 20:00/8:00 PM
Sam watched as 'Old Blood and Guts' himself stepped right in front of him! The paratrooper and his comrades along with the other Earth contigerant aboard the Integrity watched as the commander of the Earth Coalition inspected the troops while orderlies and reporters from both Earth and the Republic's Holonet followed the legend.
"How are you doing, son?" The General asked.
"I'm doing well, sir!" Westbrook declared. "The boys and I are ready to push the Space Fascists back to the outskirts of Kaas City itself!"
Patton smirked at the Sergeant's enthusiasm. "A bit confident, I see?" He questioned rhetorically as the man stopped his inspection to face everyone of his men directly.
"Gentlemen, for the past week we have learned a valuable lesson." The old warrior smacked his swagger stick against his wrist. "The mighty Sith Empire foolishly have utilized tactics not seen since early in the Great War when the Germans in 1914 marched across Belgium. The Imperial Army has recklessly attacked our men in two engagements but the enemy have been repelled."
The man who has gone down in history as one of the most cunning and daring American General came to a halt with his pacing for a moment to stare at each and every Earth soldier, sailor, airman and Marine in the eyes, perhaps even their soul.
"Their aircraft have the same speed as those of the Second World War and the only significant threat they have are their warships and a few armored vehicles, yet these walkers of theirs-and our allies of the Republics I'll admit- are of a flawed design that can be countered. Even these magicians of the Sith Order are no match against our Earth firepower since they need to get up close and personal to engage us."
The men knew in their minds that the Sith weren't to be underestimated, yet they still can be killed and the Earthlings have thoughts of various ways to kill them after the two encounters with the wizards.
"If the Imps desire to conquer our world, I say we'll show their overlords of the Dark Council that they have chosen the wrong enemy and the bastards shall be granted even more black eyes in the days to come if their mindless drones continue to operate the way they currently do on the frontlines."
George waited for the information to sink in before finishing his impromptu speech.
"Today the totalitarian regime known to the galaxy as the 'pathetic Sith Empire' shall tremble in fear as the armies of a lone world, an all-powerful ant, will crush the bully and drive the nail into the hearts and minds of every Imperial citizen. We will crush any and all Imperial resistance before us, and as a result, the planet of Earth will forevermore remain free."
Dark Council chambers-Kaas City, Dromund Kaas, Sith Space, "The Galaxy"
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 20:15/8:15 PM
Darth Marr and his peers along with the Wrath and the Minister of Intelligence watched as this 'Patton' finishes his speech live on the Holonet.
"Today the totalitarian regime known to the galaxy as the 'pathetic Sith Empire' shall tremble in fear as the armies of a lone world, an all-powerful ant, will crush the bully and drive the nail into the hearts and minds of every imperial citizen. We will crush any and all imperial resistance before us, and as a result, the planet of Earth will forevermore remain free."
"Why the audacity of that man!" Nox shouted. "That Earthling has got some nerve to declare that he and his primitives are better than the Empire's finest."
Marr ignored the woman but even he was incensed that Korriban was raided by not just the Republic but the forces of Earth as well. Obviously, there has been a leak somewhere but that matter can wait as the de facto ruler of the Empire turned his attention to his blonde advisor.
"Minister Beniko, is there anything you wish to report?"
The head of the intelligence department instantly stepped forward to outline what she has found out. "Apparently, Earth has sent three of their top strategists to Korriban." Lana declared as she typed away. Three images popped up and the woman began outlining her summary. "My lords, the individual to your left is George S. Patton. He was born and raised in America and has led combined arms against the forces of Germany during Earth's Second World War."
Each council member glanced at one another since they've researched the history of Earth months earlier. The similarities of the planet's conflicts and those of the galaxy were just too coincidental to ignore, yet they haven't learned quite enough.
"The individual in the center is Georgy Zhukov." Beniko's eyes went from amber to red as thoughts of the destruction caused by this monster consumed her.
The reports of the Soviets ransacking Korriban was unexpected to say the least, but rage was boiling throughout the room.
Lana exhaled deeply as she moved on to the final subject of her presentation. "And finally, the man to your right is Erwin Rommel, a German and quite cunning from what I've been able to gather. He earned the nickname 'the Desert Fox' during the North Africa campaign and he even outwitted Rakton."
"And I do believe that's an understatement I'm afraid." Vowrawn revealed.
"What do you mean?" Marr demanded, but the Pureblood was ready with a reply.
"A credible source and double agent says that Rommel is Earth's version of the recently departed Rakton."
News of their top general's death has spread like wildfire throughout the empire and the Dark Council felt the loss, but he will be avenged just like the desecration of Korriban by the interlopers!
"Clearly this Desert Fox is a threat." Marr determined. "Have the Ciphers on standby to assassinate him and Zhukov when the opportunity presents itself."
'All of them?' Avarice thought as she waited for her turn.
"As you wish, my lord."
As on cue, it was Nat's turn to face the council and Lana gave her a look of sympathy as her friend left the room to plan the assassination attempts on Rommel and Zhukov, but Nathrrya had a feeling that the men will not be killed easily.
"Lord Avarice." Nox began. "Apparently you have disregarded orders to invade Earth and instead you've decided to reinforce Korriban. Do you care to explain yourself?"
'Dammit Nox!' Her rival literally hated her guts, but Nat was prepared to defend herself. "I've received a distress call from Tremel."
"And?"
'What are you kriffing on?!' Nat had enough and she snapped. "Listen Nox! Korriban was under assault and the homeworld is more important than conquering a peaceful planet that has done no harm to the Empire other than to just exist because a race of humans weren't connected to the Force!?"
Realization struck the room as a thought occurred to one of the councilmen regarding what Avarice was hinting at.
"Perhaps that why the Earthlings struck? To send us a message on how much they value their world?"
"Are you mad!" Ravage shouted at Vowrawn. "You may be a Pureblood, but you are betraying your heritage."
"ENOUGH!" Marr roared, silencing the two. "Bickering amongst ourselves is not going to solve the matter. We have a new enemy and we must deal with them."
'This is going to take a while.' The Wrath figured as the Council began to argue amongst themselves.
Corporal Hanzo Nilsson - Weapons Section, Second Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, Princess Patricia Light Infantry, 1st Commonwealth Division
Carrick Station - Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 20:15/8:15 PM
"Whoa, the Pubs weren't exaggerating, eh?"
Hanzo and his friend Alex were granted leave and the Canadians were offered a chance to experience something that they'll only see once in their lives, namely visiting this 'Carrick Station'. "No, they certainly weren't." Replied Hanzo as he and Alex made their way through the pathways that lead to different spots of activity.
All around them was just something new for the Earthlings, whatever it was the various exotic and unique aliens they saw moving by them or bright shining lights displaying advertisers, taking note of a cantina making up the center of this area and what appeared to be an elevator lift leading up to what Hanzo could only assume was a VIP room.
He felt a tap on the shoulder and saw it was Alex. "Let's head down to the supply trade there, might find something interesting there." Alex said as he pointed down to their left that led to a separate stairway.
Alex while having certain differences with his friend about the galaxy, he too can't help but get caught with all the exotic new items to new worlds to learn, even in the midst of a whole Galactic War, Alex's curiosity of the unknown is intriguing him here. "Sure, might as well use the credits we got." Included having been given shore lore where the particular currency in the galaxy known as 'Credits' given dollars weren't gonna cut it here, at least not until an exchange rate could be finalized.
The duo watched as Republic troops, smugglers, mercenaries, Jedi, etc wandered about and talked to various merchants regarding their wares, mercenaries or soldiers drinking away at the available tables, and transports unloading their cargo, listening on conversations while taking notes of languages he overheard that he didn't recognize, 'New things to learn, should be interesting.' His time on Tython opened him to new knowledge in his curiosity of the galaxy, whatever it was to try to understand the Force or picking up languages just in case if needed, just whatever that was a new thing.
But just as he was eyeing around at some of the shops, something caught his eye. Walking around the various kiosks displaying their wares was a grey and black female catlike alien, a Cathar he recognized from some he had seen and even talked to back on Tython who were Jedi but this one though being a Republic soldier, seeing her brown and white Republic Trooper armor. She was quite beautiful, soft yet defined features, noting what look like black markings running down from her eyes - or stripes as he looked more at her fur - and those stunning green catlike eyes scanned her surroundings, with her black hair kept in a ponytail. She was tall as well, standing at least at six feet he wagered, certainly standing taller than his friend Alex.
He couldn't help but also take notice of how well formed her figure was, maintaining an athletic yet curvy figure, wide, and round hips with each step she took as she browsed over some items. 'Someone's certainly is keeping in shape.' He thought to himself, he had the feeling that this woman could give one hell of a kick judging from her well formed legs.
But there was something that drew Hanzo though, it was those light green cat-like eyes that got his attention, they were stunning yes but what he saw in them… It was the same thing he sees when he looks at himself in the mirror. 'She's seen war alright.' The things he can still remember from Vietnam, not something he liked to think about.
So much blood and death as he thought back to the day, the Viet Cong ambush that resulted in the death of most of his platoon. Looking into her eyes he can see they were hardened eyes from war, same as many other veterans after coming back home to only find themselves having a hard time adjusting, though he could only make guesses what she's probably seen, he tried shrugging it off seeing it wasn't any of his business but his actions weren't unnoticed.
"So Hanzo?" Alex withdraws the cigarette inside his mouth. "I take that you are being smitten by that kitten over there?" He blew out smoke, the smell making Hanzo grimace in distaste.
"You're over thinking things Alex. And quit fucking blowing that shit at my face." While no stranger to smoking himself, cigarettes though remain an entirely different story to the Canadian. Though much to his cringe, he could feel redness on his cheeks that told McAllen all he needed to know. 'Thank God the old boys from the platoon ain't here to see this.' The thought of it made him more glad now as he thought back to some in particular.
"Right." He smirks as the feline finally noticed her admirer, her eyes locking onto Hanzo's green hazel eyes, for a moment Hanzo thought of breaking off to not appear like a creep or something but to what reasons beyond him, he couldn't bring himself to and the look she was giving him did not tell of hostility but that of curiosity. Alex noted seeing there were a couple other Republic troopers beside her, like him they too seem to notice their feline friend was busy looking at Hanzo.
Finally what seemed like minutes going by she made the first move, walking up to their direction, her steps she took her hips almost swayed with each step. Alexander even saw a few of her companions were chuckling, making what appear to be exchanging of credits. 'Huh, wonder if I can get in any of that action.' Alex thought as the cat gracefully approached the two brothers in arms.
Lieutenant Marala Jorgo - SpecForce Squad 149 "Chaos Squad", Special Forces Division, Republic Army
Hutt Bazaar-Carrick Station, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 20:15/8:15 PM
"And so that's why Chaos Squad is second to only Havoc Squad itself. We might not get much as credit or recognition as they do but we've been deployed on missions they don't get assigned to with our skillset." Major Lane proudly declared to the two women in her squad.
Marala was with two of her comrades -her CO Jessie and Enilly - on a shopping spree as the officer put it. The recent addition and first alien to the unit replaced a member that had turned out to be an Imperial spy.
Corporal Kelrein was definitely still a sore subject for the others since from what the Cathar had heard, the redhead was the last person anyone would expect to be an Imp. 'How many are truly hidden among us?' Marala frowned with her thoughts, it seemed with the more this war continued, the more of ugly truth underneath was starting to reveal itself.
She shook her head and focused back to the item that caught her interest. "So how much for the G-56 Projection-X Carbine?" Asked Marala Jorgo as the Cathar soldier inspected a blaster carbine over, testing the weight and scope of it.
"About five hundred credits, ma'am." Replied the Bothan shopkeeper.
"You think that's a little cheap?" Enilly asked in her Alderaanian accent. Specialist Kovo was wearing her custom TH-15A Patrol armor that hugged her fit yet curvy figure from training in the military, she was also the squad's demolition expert was suspicious as to why the dealer was offering an obviously expensive blaster. It should cost at least one thousand and a half credits easily. She was human, fair skin with blonde hair she kept in a ponytail, very light blue eyes, and had a tattoo of the symbol of their squad on her neck.
"Trust me." The Cathar responded. "I know a good bargain when I see it."
Jorgo's two comrades shrugged and allowed their sister in arms to make the purchase. But as she turns around, something catches the Cathar's eyes. More like someone as she notices a pair of green hazel eyes, seeing them belong to an Earthling in a green military uniform, staring at her in what she could only describe as curiosity.
"Is it just me Kovo or does Jorgo have her eyes set on an Earthling?"
The Cathar's cheeks darken a bit as she overhears her two comrades notice her distraction.
"I don't know, but hopefully she isn't smitten with him already." Jessie said as she looked at her admirer.
Marala ignored them and decided to have her own curiosity answered, gracefully approaching the man that had taken her interest, as she got closer she'll admit while no supermodel or anything, he was still handsome in her eyes or to what she can tell with humans. Fair skin, appearing to have a small beard, strong jawline with a bit of narrowness, taking note of his short blackhair. But what drew her attention was what she saw in his green hazel eyes and his stance, how he was almost ready to move any minute in the first sign of trouble. She was surprised to note what looked like a lightsaber scar on his left eye. 'Looks fresh too.' He must've been one of the soldiers involved in what happened either on Korriban or Tython from what she had heard.
But what she saw in those eyes… They were exactly what she had seen in many soldiers in this damned war, so many lost souls who have seen things that others haven't and they were alone in those struggles most of the time.
It reminded her too much of the things she preferred to keep buried in the past, the memories of the burning of her home and slaughter of her family when the Empire had come to her world years ago.
Shaking out of her thoughts and the memories, Marala finally came face to face with her admirer, she was again surprised to see how young he appeared, 'Can't be older than his early twenties.' She thought to herself, making him at least three years younger than her though it did nothing to discourage her curiosity. "Couldn't help but notice you were giving me the looks there. Name's Marala Jorgo, yours?" Her mixed Cathar/Coruscanti accent appeared to have caught their attention judging from the slight surprise expression on their face.
"This is Hanzo but we sometimes call him Han." The man beside him said. "I'm Alexander, but you can call me Alex."
"Nice to meet you." She gazes at the uniform and notices the distinct accent. It sounded similar to a typical Republic dialect, yet it was distinctive at the same time. "You're from Earth, yes?" Her eyes drifted back to Hanzo, he had yet to speak, appearing to prefer to let his friend do the talking.
In fact, much to her amusement he almost appeared to be shy when he had noticed she was staring at him, averting his eyes a bit before giving her a nod and a polite enough smile, to which she returned with a smile. 'Hmm doesn't appear to be creep or anything though doesn't seem all social either.' Something she shared in common.
"Specifically Canada."
"Hmm…" It was Kovo who came right beside her, eyeing Alex up. "Isn't that the land of beavers, mounties, mooses, and maple?"
"It's just moose but I won't deny you're still spot on." Alex sighs in exasperation before turning to his friend. "It seems like the Pubs have already learned about the stereotypes… Sorry ladies." Hanzo suspected it was their 'friends' from America that were likely spreading the stereotypes.
The two men watched as Kovo giggled a little while Marala grinned a little, revealing her white sharp teeth. Hanzo was about to say something before he noticed something red caught his eye, glancing over their shoulder and see's whom he assumed was their CO judging her authority stance, watching them with interest. Realizing why she seemed a bit familiar, he recognized her as Major Lane from when he saw her in the news.
She looked even more stunning up close, chalk pale skin yet not on an unhealthy color, sharp silver eyes, a scar not dissimilar from his own across her nose, long redhair she kept one side shaved while the other long over her left shoulder. Her expression told him she didn't smile or laugh often.
That was alright, neither did he. 'So women in their military can become officers? Interesting.' Hanzo didn't really care about women in the military, having met his share of them in his service in Vietnam and of course his own encounters against Viet Cong women, but to see the mass diversity with the Republic military or that of the Imperials was intriguing. Far as he was concerned, he saw no reason for them to be dismissed if they've already proven capable on the battlefield.
Not after seeing many in action back on Tython as he recalled back to the battle what he saw. He would welcome anyone who wished to fight and the look he saw in her stunning yet cold silver eyes and the scar across the bridge of her nose only told him the kind of soldier he was seeing before him.
He was more than impressed. Though that was not to say he was supportive towards certain feminist groups back home.
Alex, on the other hand, recognized the Major from the incident. 'The thought of having a comrade and subordinate you trusted for years must have hit her hard.' McAllen thought. If her cold expression was anything to go, it was probably best not to piss her off.
"So boys?" Enilly questioned. "How would you like to head to the cantina? Drinks are on us."
Khomo Fett - Leader of Clan Fett, Mandalorians
Concord Dawn, Mandalorian Space, "The Galaxy"
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 20:15/8:15 PM
The head of Clan Fett was still denying that he made a crucial error and was adamant that fifty of his finest warriors were enough to take on the opposition, yet he has underestimated the determination of their foe.
Even though it wasn't exactly open, a few clansmans were giving Khomo disappointed looks as if his people lost faith in his abilities to lead, already making an example of few warriors who thought it was a good idea to challenge him but like others before them, he showed why he was the Clan Leader.
But the day was coming where the Soviets will face the wrath of Clan Fett and their allies. No one could insult the honor of the Mando'ade unscathed.
Word has spread across the Mandalorian clans across the galaxy, that there is a new and powerful foe, one that has even captured of Mandalore the Vindicated once word had reached his ears and if Khomo were to be right, the Mand'alor is about call upon the clans about this new foe with the capabilities of damaging beskar. Or even to call Akaan'gaan and seek them out for battle, but that was mostly with the other clans, Mand'alor has something different in mind.
If they were determined to stop fifty warriors of Clan Fett, then what would they do against thousands or even millions if Mand'alor places the Clans against them?
Either way, Khomo was determined to regain his honor for himself and his Clan. The best way was to engage the so called Commies by seeking them out.
Corporal Hanzo Nilsson- Weapons Section, Second Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, Princess Patricia Light Infantry, 1st Commonwealth Division
Hutt Bazaar-Carrick Station, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968 - 21:00/9:00 PM
Hanzo shook his head as Marala told him one of her war stories as they sat at the table they claimed for themselves while the others went off to do their own thing besides Alex who stuck with them. The two had finally the chance to talk after their group had made their into the section that was known as the Hutt Bazaar, from what Hanzo could tell it was a large section of the station down by elevator and into an even more activity location filled with more mercenaries, smugglers, droids, and aliens around, including two massive Hutts on each side of the docking room that he learned both overseer operations here.
He wasn't sure how to feel about that after the stuff he had heard and read about their race, it wasn't exactly helped with all the shining lights and loud music that bugged his senses. Though talking with Marala helped make the stay more enjoyable as he and Alex got to her and her squad better.
"And so these Imperial Troopers just happened to come across our paths in the mission, about two squads worth lead by one Sith warrior. Rueen laid out a burst from his D-313 Repeating Striker to strike the incoming attackers."
"And?" Alex pressed as he drank his brandy.
"And we slaughtered a platoon worth of Imps that won't fight for the Empire any longer." Marala finished up her story, taking a slip of her drink before reassessing to another story, through her eyes would drift to Hanzo even in the midst of telling of how Chaos Squad took on a group of Mandalorian mercenaries on Corellia in the retaking of what was known as 'Axel Park' and something about a memorial site dedicated to not only that of Republic Heroes but also one of the most intriguing parts of galactic history Hanzo had stumble upon his research in the temple back on Tython before the Imperial attack had happened.
Hanzo couldn't help but find it somewhat saddening there was still not enough known about whatever happened to Revan and the final conclusion of some of his companions who are still lost to history.
Hanzo took patient time to even ask some questions with the more he heard about these Mandalorians, he didn't know why but the more he heard of the details about these skilled warriors, his respect grew for Jessie upon hearing her decisions in her leadership and clever using the Mandalorians own sense of honor against them by challenging their leader to an honorable duel, striking not only hard at the apparently strong rivalry between the Echani and the Mandos but out at the fact that one of their greatest Mand'alors was dedicated onto that site, his name being Canderous Ordo, a name that he stumbled upon during his research on Revan.
End result being, the leader got to die a fair death at the hands of a bloodied Jessie and the Mandalorians bound by honor agreed to respect the memorial and took their fighting elsewhere, the story having taken time to explain left them just relaxing and enjoying their drink.
Taking a bit to observation to the rest of their surroundings, seeing people either enjoying their drinks or were on the dancing floor where bright lights shined as music buzzed, noting attractive dancers or waitresses, human or alien as he noted Twi'leks and one Mirialan in a revealing dancer outfit that had dropped off their drinks, though he then caught sight of a particular droid of model he didn't recognized from any of the Republic ones he had seen, wearing a orange scarf and a single red eye, it was just outside the bar, over by where the massive ugly Hutt was with several armed individuals what he can only assume were bounty hunters or mercenaries. Apparently, it was used by what was known as the Bounty Brokers Association, a group that helped assign bounties on wanted criminals in the galaxy for both the Republic and Sith Empire apparently. Major Lane early before had shown him how the concept worked earlier and he'll admit, it caught his interest.
Once she was done talking to the droid, she made her way over to their table, grabbing the attention of others attention. "So it seems like it's getting late." Jessie glances down at her chrono before looking up to meet Hanzo's eyes, her eyes showing almost a sign of interest. "It was good meeting you two, I'll see you two next time. Hanzo, I expect a sparring match." Her blunt statement caught him off guard though he nodded. "Sure, been meaning to see how you Echani fight." That brought a surprising grin from the Republic Major, "And I look forward to seeing how you fight, till next time." She turns on her heel and walks away.
Though Hanzo could swear there was a sway with her round curvy hips as she walked away from them, though both Kovo and Marala remained behind and smiled at the Canadians. Admittedly, they all had quite a few drinks. Enilly gazed at Alex and her voice was slurry from the alcohol.
"How about we go back to my place and hang out Alex?" The Alderaanian suggested teasingly. Alex blushed a little but smiled and held his arm out to her to which she more than happily accepted.
Hanzo and Marala themselves appear to be having similar thoughts when the female Cathar had moved to cling onto the Canadian's side, leaning in her head to his face. "How about it Hanzo? My team isn't due to deploy till around tomorrow," She'll admit despite being more on the quiet side, Hanzo proved to be actually a good listener and as she was shown, he was capable of humor after a few stories of couple shenanigans his squad had done in the past that left her laughing.
Whatever this nuoc-mam was, she wasn't sure if she wanted to taste it to see if it was any good as Hanzo actually claimed or just toss it at the next Imp Squad she encountered to blind them as fish and vegetables fermented in a clay pot under soil for months didn't sound exactly appetizing, nevermind the smell.
The feeling of interest was returned as the two followed along with Alex and Kovo. Hanzo had made no move to separate the embrace while keeping one arm wrapped around her side, though not too hammered he could feel the alcohol though making its effect. "Sure, where you're staying?" He replied with a small grin as they all entered the elevator.
Seems this trip was gonna be an enjoyable one afterall.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy - 36th President of the United States
Headquarters of the United Nations - 760 United Nations Plaza, Manhattan, New York City, New York, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
10:30:15 ATC/ October 30th, 1968- 21:00/9:00 PM
"So we have struck not one, but two blows to the Empire!" Khrushchev laughed.
The President of the United States was currently inside the United Nations building discussing the victories on Korriban and Tython. It came as to a surprise as to how effective the troops of the cheesy sounding yet gets the point across 'Unified Earth Coalition' was against the Empire. War Game Simulations months before against their Republic allies showed that the Earthings would emerge victorious nine times out of ten unless their opponent adapts and from what Jack heard, even the galaxy as a whole were stunned at the might of Earth.
"Indeed. And Earth stands united against a technologically advanced adversary. Two years ago, no one would have dreamed such a thing possible thanks to a difference in ideology, but now the Empire shall fear us for showing them that our lone world cannot and shall not be vanquished."
"And what of your upcoming elections?" British Prime Minister Harold Wilson asked.
"Apparently and surprisingly Goldwater and Miller are in the lead." Kennedy answered. "November is looking good for the Republicans."
Senator Barry Morris Goldwater of Arizona and his running mate, William Edward Miller, were currently facing off against the current Vice President, Lyndon Baines Johnson and Robert Strange McNamara in what was a heated election between the two conservatives and the pair pledging to continue Kennedy's New Frontier initiative until McNamara slipped up and stated that he desired to bring the Empire to the negotiating table. The United States of America and Earth in general wasn't ready to make a deal with the devil just yet since the world desired to show the Dark Council the full might of Earth.
"Do you think nuclear weapons are an option?"
"Not yet. The Empire has superweapons of their own and I fear we don't need to escalate matters further. We have them on the run, there is no need to make them retaliate, gentlemen."
"Still…" The current Secretary-General of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, Manlio Brosio, began. "We have finally agreed on what armaments to standardized throughout NATO."
Khrushchev snorted. "At least the Warsaw Pact has standardized our weapons from the date of its founding!"
"Well, there was still quite a debate on the rifle." He admitted. "But we ultimately decided on the M14 instead of the FAL for multiple reasons, namely because of reliability in desert conditions, and the standard general-purpose machine gun is the successor of the infamous MG-42: The MG-3. Our deal with Czerka to produce Chieftains, Mark 19s, and any other arms is now in effect."
"Capitalism." The Primer of the Soviet Union shook his head. "It's truly a wonder as to why it lasted so long."
"But it works." Kennedy declared as he raised his glass of champagne. "For our planet."
"For Earth!"
Corporal Hanzo Nilsson- Weapons Section, Second Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, Princess Patricia Light Infantry, 1st Commonwealth Division
Carrick Station - Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
10:31:15 ATC/ October 31st, 1968 - 06:00/6:00 AM
In a stir haze, Hanzo woke up on Halloween with a groan. The Canadian didn't think that the drinks would nail him this bad, yet the hangover was getting to him.
'Those Corellian drinks are quite something.' He thought.'Wait? Something fluffy is on me.' It felt like a cat was sleeping on his chest.
Nilsson opens his eyes, blinking to adjust his eyesight before seeing a very clearly naked Marala press up against him underneath the bedsheets. One arm wrapped around his waist while the other over his shoulder, feeling her well-sizable firm breasts pressed against his side with her head resting on his upper chest. Feeling her soft breathing, the memories started to flow back to his awaking brain, it brought a grin to his face when he remembered how they just immediate acted upon each other soon as they had entered her apartment, tearing at each other's clothing before what followed a long night of two soldiers relieving themselves of stress.
Though now having a chance to look upon the state of the room with the scattered torn clothes and armor pieces on the floor… And the dents on the wall from where the bed had been banging on from the rocking, he began to wonder how much they had likely kept any neighbors up. His thoughts were however interrupted when he felt the Cathar starting to stir. "Morning Marala." He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the soft fur as he traced his hand down her back, the Cathar purred in contact as she leaned in closer to him, her long black hair now loose with some strands covering her face, adding some allure to her already stunning green catlike eyes.
"Surprise we were able to get up after last night." Marala muttered as she pressed her lips against his, moaning as she felt him lightly squeezing her right ass cheek. "Light night was just incredible Marala, though I gotta say I think we may have kept your neighbors up last night." Commented Hanzo, the two lost track how many positions they contentious perform all over her apartment, the bite marks she left on his shoulder in the midst of their lovemaking were still sore but not bothersome. The two had finally crashed onto her bed and kept at it until they had finally passed out from exhaustion and just enjoying each other's company.
But what really strikes at Hanzo the very most from last night… He was able to sleep peacefully for once. There were no dreams of the war, no dead friends to haunt and curse him in his dreams, no long nights spent staring at the ceiling, none were there to cause night terrors. It was just him and Marala and though he wasn't sure if this was gonna be just a one night stand or something but for what it was worth, he certainly had no regrets.
"Hehe well, not my fault someone's got the stamina to keep up with me." She gave a peck to his lips before letting go of him to get up from the bed to which the Canadian took a moment to admire her figure. Marala flounced her wide round hips as she stretched out to loosen her muscles, Hanzo saw from last night that not only Marala was curvy but physically fit too with her abs, long gracefully legs, not to mention being very flexible as he had learned from some of their… Positions they had taken from last night. 'Are all Cathar women freaking Amazons or is she just this amazing?'
Hearing a satisfying crack from her back, she took notice of him looking and smiled, "Want to join me in the shower?" She turned around and propped up her perky yet firm C Cup breasts, dark nipples hardening. Giving a little jiggle to grab his attention, to which it quickly did.
It didn't take long for him to spring out of bed, picking Marala up in bridal style, smiling a bit when he heard her lightly chuckling. "Didn't have to ask." And with that the two stepped into the refresher room, the door closing behind while the new couple enjoyed each other's company.
Lieutenant Marala Jorgo- SpecForce Squad 149 "Chaos Squad", Special Forces Division, Republic Army
Carrick Station - Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
10:31:15 ATC/ October 31st, 1968 - 06:15/6:15 AM
"So do you think that you can stay for breakfast?" Marala asked, with her fur and hair still being damp despite the blow dryer, the two having enjoyed their nice long shower together were now just getting ready for the day. The room was relatively average, or what was average in this galaxy at least as the Cathar hasn't seen for herself what was typical within the Sol System. The room has a simple toilet in the corner with a large glass shower taking up most of the s[ace while at the end there's a counter with the mirror facing them.
Hanzo, who was just washing his hair with a towel, thought for a moment before nodding. "I got time yeah, I imagine Alex is probably still with Kovo." The Earthling wondered with an amused expression, presumably over their enjoyable carnal evening.
"Good." Jorgo sat the dryer aside and turned to face him, leaning over to wrap her arms around his neck and granting him a peck on the lips. "How does nerf steak and eggs sound?" Her fingers traced some of his scars, her curiosity was peaking to the stories behind those scars as she had noticed the same with Hanzo to her own scars.
"Sounds good to me, I've been curious how nerf is like." He gave a quick swat to Marala's ass, chuckling at the cute yelp she gave, but then wincing when he felt her claws digging into his shoulders. "Ass." Though she still smirked at him even with her piercing glance before starting to make out with him.
She could get used to this indeed...
Private Alexander McAllen - Weapons Section, Second Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, Princess Patricia Light Infantry, 1st Commonwealth Division
Carrick Station - Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
10:31:15 ATC/ October 31st, 1968 - 08:45/8:45 AM
Alexander waited patiently for his friend outside the apartment he was staying at. Yesterday was truly something else for the two off-duty Canadians since they didn't expect to run into what turns out to be their female companions.
"Hey Hanzo!" McAllen shouted in excitement. "I think we both had a lovely night with two wonderful ladies, don't you think?"
"Marala is one hell of a woman, good soldier too..." His friend mutters. "Enilly isn't a bad girl for you."
"No, she's quite nice actually." Alexander admitted. "She and I enjoyed watching what they call a 'Holofilm' together before falling asleep."
"Good to hear that. As for me… Marala and I made a commitment." There was no doubt as to what he was hinting at and McAllen was shocked.
"You didn't." Alex just couldn't believe his ears, like he saw how Marala got his attention but he didn't think it went that far.
Hanzo gave him a look that said how serious he was and Alex shook his head in disbelief. "Hanzo you are just full of fucking surprises. Just be careful, from what Emily told me there, Cathars mate for life… So you might as well put the ring on that finger bud." Taking out another cigarette before lighting it.
Leaving Hanzo behind in the dust to realize that fact...
The Dark Council now realizes that Earth is not to be laughed at, NATO is finally standardizing equipment, and you just met some other OCs that will play a role in the future.
Now as to how the Empire adapts to the threat from the Sol System?
We have some plans, but they'll have to wait until after Revan and his cult are defeated on Yavin.
Also, I'm not trying to offend anyone who enjoys Nuoc-Mam here but apparently based on what I've read: American, Australian, and New Zealand troops who fought in Vietnam couldn't stand the odor of it.
Quoting from the biography of the literal Chris Kyle of his day that is, unfortunately, being overlooked due to the oversaturating SEAL craziness (no harm, no foul for any actual frogmen here or their relatives. I just personally believe that every unit should be portrayed equally even Rear Echelon/POGs/REMFs personnel), the one and only legendary Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hathcock Marine Sniper: 93 Confirmed Kills by Charles Henderson, Pages 242 - 243:
Hathcock wrinkled his nose. The watery slime had a distinct odor that Hathcock associated with a neighbor's outhouse near his grandmother's home in Arkansas.
The monsoon rains of a year ago and the frequent summer showers kept this rocky depression filled with water, warmed by the beams of sunlight that shone between the overhead boughs. Slugs, leeches, worms, algae, and slimy moss made the water look like a puddle of green oatmeal.
Carefully, he brushed the top layer of lumpy slime away until he saw the black water, clear and almost drinkable, in the small opening he had made. Extending his lips, he put his face down to it and took tiny sips.
"Pew!" Hathcock whispered softly. "It tastes exactly like it smells."
"You done?"
"That's all I can stand."
"I hear that a big helping of Nuoc-Mam will get rid of any case of liver flukes you might pick up in the water."
Mack frowned at Hathcock. "I don't care how hungry we get. I'll eat dog shit before you get me to touch a drop of that nasty crap!"
In case you are still stumped, the author of the same biography kindly provided an asterisk note to clarify how this Vietnamese dish is traditionally made:
Nuoc-Mam is a Vietnamese staple made from tiny fish (like sardines and anchovies), rice, and a variety of vegetables before being placed in a sealed jar and buried to ferment.
High in protein and carbohydrates, Nuoc-Mam provided the Viet Cong with a rich food supply that they did not have to carry. However, because of its rancid odor and putrefied contents, most Americans considered it a foul substance, not fit to eat.
So there's without doubt justification here and besides, not everyone in the world likes Sauerkraut, Spinach, and Broccoli such as myself (but I have to concur with the Anti-Brussel Sprout people: Are they really for human consumption or were they in fact created for the purpose of torture?).
I would like to thank OfficerDonNZ, Mandalore the Survivor, BraveSeeker3, JSailer, and PaladinDelta once again for the assistance.
Next up is the beginning of investigating the conspiracy:)