Earth: A Rendezvous with Destiny Chapter 19: Gitarzan, a star wars fanfic

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

Rakata Prime

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 10:20 AM

"You know, I'm still denying that somehow you're not even slightly jealous." Jake muttered in front of his betrothed as he leaned casually against one of the native palm trees, still denying the entanglement.

"Why should I be?" Sara shrugged, dismissing the matter as if it wasn't unusual. "If it was anyone else, you would have already been made aware that you made a crucial error in judgment, loverboy."

Shaking his head in bemusement, Meyer then sighed as he got straight to the point. "It's certainly going to take some getting used to though. Most guys dream of this but I never imagined that it would be reality."

"To be honest neither did I but I presume circumstances led to it." The redhead smirked. "You're not bad on the eyes after all."

"You're something else." Jake scoffed, but with a smile but before the couple were able to carry on with their conversation, they were interrupted by a cough from behind.

"If you two lovebirds are done…"

"Who knew Red Jacket is such a killjoy?" Meyer grumbled.

Agent Theron Shan - Strategic Information Service

Rakata Prime

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 10:25 AM

"I've done a bit of scouting. The Revanites are camped in the Temple of the Ancients, an old ruin nearby." Shan reported at the designated meeting place. "We've gotten this far without being undetected. It's time for you to go and make some noise."

"You know, there might be another way instead of just trying to run and gun our way to the temple." Meyer proposed. "Because I have a feeling that's what you're suggesting."

"Alright, Mister Marine." Theron snarked. "Tell us what you have in mind since you think you know better."

"It's called using the terrain to our advantage." The Leatherneck grinned, pointing out the obvious. "You snuck around yourself, Red Jacket and mentioned how we haven't been discovered but now you're saying we need to waste ammunition by shooting guards and potentially tip our two targets off that we're coming after them when we can just continue sneaking around right under their nose and take the two ringleaders by surprise?"

"They do have a point, Theron." Lana interceded. "If you managed to look around without getting caught, then it's worth the risk, not to mention the added benefit of catching Arkous and Darok off-guard until we're ready to nab them."

"Look, the Rakatans and Revanites both have the temple heavily guarded-"

"I know that it can be done." Jake interrupted. "Ever heard of White Feather?"

"You mean the legendary sniper, presumably a Leatherneck of the United States, that the Empire just only recently placed a bounty on?" Lana inquired. "Two and a half million credits and counting due to this Sureshot 2-1, Earth's direct equivalent of the Republic's Deadeyes, he's leading?"

"I knew him for a short time back in 'Nam - Hell, I was even trained by him - And I heard that he crawled three days across an open field and killed some NVA General with one shot to the heart from seven hundred yards away under similar circumstances so respectfully Secret Squirrel it can be done as it's my job to sneak in and take a precise shot or two if required, not yours. You said it yourself that these Rakatis are not using technology and downgraded so what do we need to worry about?"

"Again, the temple and the outside perimeter are heavily guarded so there's no way you're sneaking past them. It's impossible."

Shan noticed that the United States Marine was getting irritated at being doubted or considered the field operative as being hypocritical. Either way, the patience was slowly and gradually coming to an end.

"Look, with all due respect, clearly we think of snipers from two different perspectives. On Earth, it's firing one shot from a concealed position with no fancy red barrier then move in order to not get caught or don't fire at all and observe what the enemy is doing before reporting it to command while here, it's just basically infantry taught how to use a specialized rifle and fire it anywhere they so choose but not wear camouflage or take any attempt to prevent someone from spotting them after the first shot, which in my opinion is better defined as sharpshooters or skirmishers due to the lackluster marksmanship training your typical grunts recieve. A true sniper on the other hand uses knowledge of fieldcraft as part of his duties in addition to being handed a accurized rifle and using fieldcraft is how snipers stay alive." Jake explained to the spy as calmly as possible but his usual patience lately has been tested from trying to comprehend over why what seemed to be common sense was a low priority within the Republic Military and the Space Monks. "But sometimes I wonder if you need to look at a fucking dictionary about warfare or, I can't believe I'm phrasing it like this, attend West Point and learn some commonsense as it seems like newly commissioned West Pointers have more commonsense than you when it comes to military tactics."

'Looks like I got to have a nice private chat with that ignorant know-it-all Nerfherder from a rudimentary backwater.'

"Take it easy, Jake." Westbrook interceded. "We don't need a scuffle drawing attention to us here. In fact, we're losing precious daylight by arguing over doctrinal differences."

"He's right you know." The droid added. "My Master-"

"Shut up droid unless you want to become a sundial!"

Lana groaned and decided to intervene before the precious time was lost. "I'm confident in your abilities so may the Force serve you well."

"Okay, smartass, you want to bring it o-" The SIS Agent stopped as he was astonished by the sight of Meyer sewing vegetation onto the back of a jacket, wondering if the Marine snapped and has gone insane."What in the name of the Force is that?"

"It's a ghillie suit."Jake shrugged as if it was obvious. "But apparently I'm some nonsensical idiot because I know the meaning of camouflage instead of wearing some shiny color like yellow, can kill Space Wizards from over a thousand yards away with a well-aimed bullet instead of using an obviously superior laser rifle that is effective at less than half the distance and can be blocked by their laser swords as we need to be courteous to them, or using commonsense instead of playing cops and robbers at some Jedi's, Republic Officer's, or even SIS Agent's say so. I guess I now need to stand out by painting a bullseye on my uniform since someone from a technologically advanced society believes us primitives need to ditch and burn the olive drab and resurrect the blue and tan last used during the Boxer Rebellion in China. Now, what were you saying? Something about a brawl to settle something?"

"You know what. Since you're suicidal and ignoring my advice as you think you know better, go get yourself killed, primitive." Theron snarled. "Here's a good spot if you can make it there without getting mauled from the wildlife."

Rakata Prime

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 11:06 AM

"You look so ridiculous." Sara snorted as she noticed the talking shrub. "In fact, you appear to be almost like Jakarro."

"Oh, come on I'm not like Sasquatch."Jake quipped as he adjusted his ghillie suit. "Look, the plan is for us to provide covering fire while Sam and Jakarro confront these two deranged cultists."

"How far?" The Sergeant inquired.

"I was thinking about eleven hundred meters away." The PFC answered as he screwed on the Sionics suppressor to his XM21 Sniper Weapons System. "A reasonable distance based on the FFP Mister Red Jacket selected for us after some debate over doctrinal differences and fucking logic, not to mention how you decided to give the other XM21 a try." The Leatherneck got down and began to crawl. "Hope you don't mind getting dirty, beautiful."

"Nerfherder." Kelrein grumbled before following his lead.

Agent Theron Shan - Strategic Information Service

Rakata Prime

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 11:54 PM

"Excellent work sneaking to the temple." Lana congratulated the main strike team. "Theron is slicing into the facility's structural plans now."

"It's not looking great." The Agent informed the trio frankly. "Your only option is to pass through the conscription center dead ahead."

"Anything vital we need to know?"

"The Cyborgs ahead are in some kind of standby mode. They'll activate as soon as you'll enter the room so be ready for a fight."

Shan decided to make an excuse to have Beniko leave the room and advise the paratrooper that on a wise course of action."Blasted sensors." Theron profaned. "Lana? Can you please do a quick perimeter check? I can't tell if these contacts are real or not."

The blonde raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the Republic field operative but like any good Imperial, Theron witnessed her acknowing the excuse without question.

"Right away."

Theron did a slight victory smirk at the haste of departure before composing himself to the task at hand. "Alright, we don't have a lot of time, but we cannot risk the tech in the conscription center falling into Imperial hands."

"Well, we could blow it up." The American Paratrooper suggested. "I do have some Willie Pete and Thermite on me."

"I'll consider that to be a backup plan but I'm sure that I could slice my way in and sabotage the power converters. You just need to take care of the guards inside first so no one would raise the alarm for the sabotage."

"They're pork chop one hundred percent guaranteed."

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

Infinite Army Conscription Center - Rakata Prime

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 12:00 PM

"Damn." Sam cursed as he witnessed some of the goons being led to their assigned tubes. "They're dedicated to their cause. I'll give them that."

"They are cultists after all." The paratrooper's companion growled."But waiting is making me angrier!"

"I still can't understand you, Sasquatch."

Jakarro snorted and aimed his 'laser crossbow' as the last of the cultists entered their assigned tubes

"You should've waited, man!" Sam shouted as he fired his M60 at three of the inbound guards before immediately seeking the prone position. "Fucking Sasquatch just pissed off the nest of hornets."

"What are you doing lying on the ground, Samuel?" The irritable, incessantly talkative robot questioned. "You're missing out on all the fun!"

"Fight smarter, not idiotically!" The Sergeant retorted as he fired another burst from his belt-fed support weapon directed at more of the zealous followers. "Or Adapt and Overcome, that's how you win a war!"

Westbrook spotted one of the cultists aiming from and began firing a short, five round, burst of M61 Armor-Piercing projectiles at one of the few fighters using commonsense.

'What's the matter with this universe? Well, honestly it would make for an excellent franchise if it wasn't real!'

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 12:32 PM

"You know, I can't believe we crawled three hundred meters through kriffing muck and vegetation."

"All in the trade." Jake smiled as he retrieved the 3-9X Redfield Auto Ranging Telescope aka the 'ARTEL' from its protective case and screwed the securing nut of the mount onto the side of the rifle.

"Jake?"

"Yes, angel?"

"I noticed you have a carbine on your back."

"Oh, the Paratrooper model?" The Jarhead mused, the M1A1 Carbine, while not necessarily a choice when it came to either stopping power or piercing plastoid armor was meant to provide him some protection as Meyer only brought one 7-round magazine for the XM21. "It's only in case trouble finds us."The Commando was about to remove her helmet when the Marine spoke up.

"I wouldn't remove it if I was you."

"Why not?" The redhead wondered. "The helmet gets in the way of my sight picture at times."

"To clarify, you would show the outline of your gorgeous face to enemy marksmen, which is why I'm wearing camo paint on my ugly mug."

"Makes sense." Sara relented. "I do admit that the galaxy mainly sees foliage camouflage as being an outdated concept except for scouts."

"Why scouts and not snipers such as yourself?" Meyer wondered with bemusement.

"Because the role is to harass the enemy and take out High-Value Targets." Kelrein informed. "However from time to time I've utilized personal cloaking devices."

"Ah, so you Space Brits just disregard any notion of taking real advantages against the enemy and just goosestep in perfect marching order clad in all black or gray outfits while the Republic responds in kind, huh? Honestly, I'm unsure as of now if this universe is supposed to be a large-scale resurrection of 18th Century European military courtesy to the opposing faction with the mass prisoner exchanges to boot or the Wild West with the excessive running and gunning."

"Why I'm not British." The Imperial's green eyes twinkled with mischief. "It's pure Dromund Kaas."

The American with a complicated heritage rolled his eyes before fixing his gaze into the scope, searching for any signs for either their compatriots or foes. "It's still kinda ironic that one of my ancestors, Thomas Schmidt, spotted for Timothy Murphy at Saratoga, and here I am, slightly less than two hundred years later fighting against basically a copy of the soon-to-be-extinct British Empire."

Sara sighed as she felt an incoming headache over the complication. "I recollect the mention of Drogheda, Sheriffmuir, Prestonpans, Culloden, Bunker Hill, and Vinegar Hill from your mum."

"Don't take it the wrong way but the opportunist English nobility made a living hell for anyone of Scottish or Irish blood in their own land, like the Cameron's and Dallaghan's." Jake asserted as he thought of his maternal forebears. "Life would be better without any of those inbred brats, hence why the Constitution has a provision outlawing titles as everyone needs to be held accountable to the law in addition to having a say in government and while everyone might be different because of income or heritage, we still all bleed red and saying that a certain pedigree is superior to anyone else is inexcusable. Anyone, if they put their mind to it, can be as successful as Andrew Carnegie and that what makes the American dream possible but Marxism and Socialism, of course, is an elaborate scam."

Sara nodded after processing the erudition, remembering her comprehensive exposure to the culture of the United States during her time on Earth. While the redhead had traveled to Mongolia, Bonn, and Jerusalem, there was an appeal that continued to draw her back. "Obviously as you've heard, the Sith and certain member worlds of the Republic ironically hold one commonality: The nobles are not accountable and not all of the laws apply to their class. That's one of the main hypocrisy's with the Republic, they accuse us of having inequality with the division between Sith and Non-Sith and slaves, the latter of which is abhorrent of course, and the Pubs were even sanctimonious to point at the House of Dak-Ah as an example but they have worlds that are authoritarian or have reigning monarchies."

"Even Chandrila, a planet of literal Space Hippies, have aristocrats." Jake groaned. "That's mindboggling as hippies don't believe in property."

"Says the Marine who arrested John Lennon during a riot outside Quantico." Sara smirked.

"It was a Godsend to have him deported and be declared Persona Non-Grata, to say the least as he was firing up the Hippies. Last time I checked, while Freedom of Speech is protected, causing a riot that in a way helps the enemy is not and hypothetically speaking if he was a United States citizen that was discovered to be financially aiding Victor Charlie during the war in addition to the riot charge, he would've been sent to fry in the chair but he's just an Anti-American foreigner."

"Do not get me started on Krasul's infamous gaffe in Washington." Kelrein chuckled nervously. "Wasn't half of the capitol occupied and looted by the Hippies?"

"I don't even want to know how much of my taxes had to be spent to repair the damage after my old unit and the Army quelled the disturbance." Jake grumbled before spotting their counterparts just outside the door standing between them and the HVTs. "Get ready, Sam and Sasquatch are making their move."

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 12:40 PM

"Alright, Sasquatch, I'll lead the way but please remember that we need to capture them unharmed if possible."

"Then I shall wait until the interrogations are done! Vengeance will be mine!"

Sam rolled his eyes, dreading the hostile body language as he placed two fingers on his opposite wrist. "Jake?" Westbrook spoke into his commlink. "Are you in position?"

"Yeah and Sara complained about the mud."

"As city girls usually do." Sam chuckled.

"Very funny." Sara griped. "It'll take hours to get the muck off!"

"If you would like, I could help clean it."

"How sweet." Lana chimed in."But in all seriousness, remember to focus on the operation before you and do consider that you're dealing with an experienced Darth and a traitorous SpecForce trooper."

"Wilco." The paratrooper acknowledged.

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 12:48 PM

Jake relaxed as he concentrated on his target, slowly exhaling as he waited patiently for the opportunity to get his kill. The experienced sureshot gazed squarely at the crosshair, bringing it in-line with his target before checking with his partner to confirm the distance.

"Range?"

"About one thousand two hundred fifty standard meters give or take." Sara estimated from her range finder. "Definitely outside the range of any personal blaster but do you believe that these slugthrowers would get through his lightsaber? It's a little extreme distance-wise."

"Just enjoy the show." The crackshot smirked as he squeezed the trigger.

Crack!

At two thousand eight hundred feet per second, a single 175 grain projectile fired from Lake City produced M118 match loads left the muzzle and spiraled toward the spot where the rifleman aimed the crosshairs, potentially knocking the target down to the dirt.

Arkous felt something slammed into his right bicep, the shock of the impact forcing the Sith Lord to drop his lightsaber.

"Arghhh!"

"Snipers!" Darock warned, realizing that their attackers have support off in the distance.

"How very observant, Colonel." The Pureblood muttered as he realized that it was a slug that caused his arm to be damaged beyond repair.

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 12:52 PM

"Elevation is good." The Sergeant confirmed from her rangefinder. "It's the wind I presume."

"Appears to be five clicks left." The Private First Class guessed as he dialed in the windage on the scope's adjustment turret to compensate for the miss while the red-skinned, demon appearing creature attempted to strike Sam again in order to get out of sight and dodge the targeting. "Oh no you don't you son of a bitch."

The next round struck the Pureblood dead center of the forehead, causing him to topple over fatally.

"Kill confirmed." Kelrein smiled after confirming the traitor's demise. "Hope you don't mind if I take out the dear Colonel."

"Go ahead." Meyer shrugged innocently. "He was the brainchild of Korriban anyway."

"Well, in that case, I'll go for his groin first before working my way up to his head."

'Ouch! I don't even want to know how that feels with 7.62 x 51.'

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 1:28 PM

"Fine shooting. Saw it on the camcorder we sliced into." Theron complimented in a still somewhat irked tone from the hologram while the quartet plus one droid regrouped inside the temple. "Although it was a shame that Arkous and Darok couldn't be taken in alive."

"You know that camcorder came in good use, Theron." Lana mused.

"Yes, well, she wouldn't let me have access to the datapad."

"Like I was going to allow some SIS spy rummage through my data." Beniko snickered before pausing, feeling a sense of dread. "Wait, I sense something. We are in danger."

"Multiple sensor contacts! Capital ships dropping out of hyperspace, one of them coming in hot!"

"Arkous and Darok were valuable allies in my cause but their deaths will not delay what's coming."

Lana took a step forward in a mixture of disbelief and awe. "That voice."

"It's him." Theron recognized. "Revan."

"My Infinite Army could have achieved so much but I still have other weapons in my arsenal."

"Try us, bud." Samuel grinned confidently. "I'm sure we can adapt and make them all backfire."

"That remains to be seen. My followers are legion, my ranks grow every hour as more and more people see the truth of the galaxy. In fact, Earth would be a valuable ally but your backwater mindset and governments just as corrupt as the Republic's delude-"

"Shut up, asshole!" Jake interrupted. "You have the nerve to wear some mask because you couldn't be intimidating enough without it or are trying to compensate for the lack of something. Actually, I think you're trying to hide your cowardice which explains why you're not here in person."

Revan

In Orbit above "The Temple of the Ancients" - Rakata Prime

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 1:30 PM

'That insolence! If he knew what I have endured, he wouldn't have been so rude!'

One of the bridge officers approached the imminent savior of the galaxy scowling not at the only hope left but the trash on the ground. "Want me to give the order to answer the insult, My Lord?"

"Fire on my command." The Prodigal Knight ordered as he crossed his arms. 'We'll see who's smug now.'

"They're powering up weapons! Get out of there now!"

"You really did it this time, Jake!" Samuel shouted as he and the others sprinted out of the collapsing temple as hellfire rained down from the laser guns of the spaceships.

"He has gone senile!" Jake concluded out loud, dashing and dodging the falling debris. "Three hundred years clouded his judgment!"

"Of everything you could've done, mocking Revan wasn't the first thing in mind!" Sara deadpanned. "It's your kriffing fault that you made him angry!"

"I could've called the smug bastard worse!" The Jarhead defended as they reached the gap to safety outside the ruins.

Jake panted and decided to relent his opinion. "Okay...Maybe I was a little harsh."

"Still, that...was frighteningly close." Sara determined as she caught her breath. "Next time, leave the diplomatic chat with me."

"Waste of time unless you need a distraction, Imperial." Samuel shrugged.

"Of course." Sara murmured, sniveling at the abrupt mistrustful tone.

"Sam..."

"It's honestly going to take time to fully get reacquainted." The soldier promulgated, interrupting the Leatherneck. "Look, I know you're being wholehearted to Jake but you still deceived us and I know him since I was in diapers. You should've told us the truth as we would've understood."

"Yes, but would you even believe in the revelation that Empire isn't as morally unjust?" The Commando questioned rhetorically. "Krasul, despite his faults, managed to successfully exaggerate everything about the Empire and painted the Republic as caring for all beings. Was it surprising to discover the neglection about a certain occurrence on Korriban after the raid?"

"This discussion can wait as I don't want to stand here in case His Worship Mister Overkill is sending units to search for confirmation at our demise." Meyer interceded.

"You're right, pal." Westbrook relented before glaring at the redhead one last time. "Just make sure you know that your heart is in the right place."

"You know that it is." Sara sighed before placing her helmet back on.

Agent Theron Shan - Strategic Information Service

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 2:30 PM

"You know, I believe I see the reason why there's a need to upgrade our sensors." Lana sighed. "Obviously they know what they're doing."

"I'm still going to give that cocky Earthling a piece of my mind." Theron growled in annoyance. "Smug piece of Bantha turd thinks he's justified because he and even his friend both got lucky in getting pass the defenses unnoticed. He was even brazen enough to call my ancestor an asshole. Asshole!"

"Let it go, Theron. Sergeant Westbrook and Private Meyer both clearly are just approaching this as he situation dictates."

"Oh sure, like they know everything about Revan."

"It's not that and you know it!" The towhead snapped. "Actually, I hate to admit it but the tactical record has clearly demonstrated that they have a completely different mindset when it comes to warfare." The head of Sith Intelligence reluctantly divulged. "The vast majority of our respective forces don't use camouflage yet to the Earthlings, it's a vital necessity after the appalling carnage inflicted during their First World War. They use slugthrowers instead of blasters and they obviously know the weakness of Walkers. The last time their infantry have truly fought like us was around the last turn of their Century during the aforementioned First World War." Beniko sighed as she revealed her conclusion."They have evolved differently as a civilization due to being isolated until last year. That's why they're so hard to predict as we've been foolishly comparing them to what we're used to from our own history and believing that there's nothing else to learn, not looking at it as a case of perhaps they're advanced in some areas and are outsiders looking in or they just simply refuse to play by our rules, reject to abide by our standards."

"And the multitude of the Earthlings repudiate the concept of the Force as well due to their unique geosphere and religious beliefs." Theron sighed, relenting at the analysis. "Somehow the Milky Way was cut off and it makes me wonder what other extragalactic civilizations are not linked."

"Jake, I'll admit, does brush it off as well and it's something we clearly disagree on but also, I do believe that I've read a report on how a certain Jedi Grandmaster is besotted with some Holoseries called Star Trek. What's going on?"

"Don't remind me." The SIS Field Operative groaned. "My own mother is now a diehard Trekkie and convinced the Council to have it be officially a part of the training due to its 'educational nature'."

"Oh, I can imagine." The blonde Sith smirked deviously as she casually revealed the latest potential blackmail. "Be quite a shame if the entirety of Republic space knew that the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order has an imposing, prized collection of Star Trek paraphernalia."

'My only regret is that I haven't destroyed her Star Trek memorabilia collection when I had the chance.'

Jedi Temple - Tython

11:08:15 ATC/ November 8th, 1968 - 2:30 PM

"Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no man has gone before!"

"Whoa!" One of the younglings commented in awe as they watched the introduction with the starship zooming past in the background.

"Are you sure it's wise to have the younglings watch Star Trek?" Master Tak-Zi frowned. "I can understand that it does showcase values that the Order believes in and demonstrates respect for other beings but it's…unconventional."

"The Council only recently decided on it unanimously and that was after Master Gnost-Dural caught me binge-watching it." Satele sheepishly confessed. "But despite my biased stance, I think the younglings need to be exposed to something that they can enjoy while not hurting the Jedi Code."

"If you say so…" The Togruta acquiesced before smiling. "You know what? Maybe I shouldn't have dismissed it so soon."

I humbly and sincerely apologize for this being late as I did intend to publish five special chapters for Star Wars Day since it was obviously a perfect day for the special chapters including this one yet the next one is inbound and the other three will be posted as soon as possible.

But I guess I'm also officially a heretic now with making the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order a Trekkie...

Before you grab the pitchforks, torches, shotguns, and rifles, please allow me to explain.

I'm not a Trekkie.

Yes, you read it right: I am NOT a Trekkie.

In fact, while I think this is complete and utter heresy, it was a decision of mine plotwise to have George Lucas and Gene Roddenberry work together, not to mention how funny it would be for Satele to be taken in by one of the most popular television in the 1960s and unfortunately, there was just one Science Fiction series that would meet the criteria *GROAN*

Don't worry though (except for actual Trekkies reading this), mark my words: Star Wars will get the last laugh but the when or how is classified for now (Muh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! :D)

I'll also admit that I'm still not the best writer in the world and I will not deny my flaws but I'm committed to improving these flaws every day.

Finally, while it might seem a little harsh with Theron here, realistically there's going to be clashes of cultures anyway and I figured it might be interesting to show a contrast of opinion here.

P.S. The title of this chapter is from an amusing song I stumbled upon called Gitarzan by Ray Stevens released in 1969 and it's fitting because of Jakarro. I was tempted to name it Run Through the Jungle but I was planning on using the Creedence Clearwater Revival song's name for a different chapter.