Second Lieutenant Paul Meyer - Third Platoon, D/ Delta Company, Second Battalion, 324th Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division, XVIII Airborne Corps, United States Army

Fort Duqua Dar - Quadrant G-19, Coruscant, Coruscant System, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"

11:14:15 ATC / November 14th, 1968 - 14:22/2:22 PM

"Apparently Agent Shan has used you two for unauthorized activities." Paul explained to his son and Samuel. "And of course, Old Blood and Guts is extremely pissed about this, which means that from here on out, there will be no joint special operations without his direct authorization or the heads of NATO, the Warsaw Pact, and the Unalligned Nations forces. Also, there will be no more joint operations with the SIS until everyone, quote unquote, 'Gets their asses in order and clean up house'."

"Oh boy." Sam muttered. "He probably threatened to shoot SIS Agents with his Peacemaker, didn't he?"

"He did, Sergeant." The Lieutenant deadpanned from his seat behind the desk. "Now, I know you're wondering why I'm telling you this and that's because you're being called to testify at a committee about why you were dragged into being a part of a conspiracy to steal life-saving medical research from this Gorima and sell it to the Exchange without your knowledge."

"Anything else?"

"You're on restriction to stay inside your barracks unless you are going to eat, to exercise, or shit. Also, as part of your restrictions, you are prohibited from interacting with either Republic personnel or Jedi until further notice and if they get close, the sentries will deal with them. I don't get why they think they can detach personnel heading straight into combat to help repair a blown-up house located miles from the ongoing engagement but that attitude will end or Patton will convince the Supreme Chancellor to let us choose our battles with the Republic Navy acting as our taxi service."

"Yeah, I don't get why some of those Space Monks are morons when it comes to destroying the objective." Jake muttered while rolling his eyes, though he didn't want to admit having respect for Cas as he wouldn't hear the end of it. "Helping people is noble and all but it's not the fighting man's job and if there's a battle, we're heading to the sound of a firefight, not stopping because some Jedi thinks we need to get a rare bird out of the way. He can do himself if he's that concerned about the local wildlife."

"You got that right." Paul smiled. "Almost formed a makeshift firing squad because one of them thought we could spare thirty minutes to help repair a water tank while the Empire was about to overwhelm the defenses at a firebase we were relieving. I'm not a plumber, no less a plumber knowledgeable in using Republic technology."

"Huh? How nice to volunteer himself as a weapons function check target." Jake snickered. "Surprised you didn't mention it, pal."

"While your pop and I were tempted to use our rifles, he unfortunately wised up and requisitioned a Republic outfit instead."

"Good for him."

The mustang officer chuckled but the solemnity of the circumstances forced the recalled veteran to compose himself. "Okay, it's off to be confined to quarters for a week." Paul declared sternly. "Oh and if one Jedi or Republic Trooper tries to get in contact with you, you are authorized to punch them in the face, no matter the rank."

"Yes, sir." Sam acknowledged before the duo vacated the office.

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

Fort Duqua Dar - Quadrant G-19, Coruscant, Coruscant System, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"

11:14:15 ATC / November 14th, 1968 - 14:38/2:38 PM

"Stealing medical research?" Jake snorted as the pair walked out of the office. "That's the best those nutcases could come up with?"

"Well, to be fair, pal, we were in a lab and those parts are used for life-saving purposes."

"True." Jake conceded. "But here's our problem. How are we going to prove to the board that some guy who was imprisoned for over three centuries by the Emperor of the Sith Empire that supposedly himself ruled for more than five hundred years is coming back with a vendetta against the entire universe and he has a cult around him?"

"I don't like this but we're probably gonna have to lie under oath yet with Thanksgiving coming up, they're not going to be in the mood for perjury."

"There's got to be another way...What if we prove that Gorima was doing shady business? Both Arkous and Darok were wanted for robberies in their respective factions before we killed them."

"It's still a long shot. The lab is in Davy Jones's locker last I checked."

Jacob pulled out a certain intergalactic gimmick from his pocket and grinned. "I forgot to give this back to Red Jacket after he translated everything from Aruba-whatever to Latin letters and English. This datapad is our insurance policy."

"Is that the one that has Gorima discussing to Arkous and Darok how potentially effective the Infinite Army can be against the Republic and Empire?"

"Yep. And even though we can't prove anything about Revan and his involvement, this will at least vindicate us in preventing a third party from threatening Earth. Hopefully at least justifying that there is a conspiracy as well."

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

Second Squad's Barracks - Fort Duqua Dar, Quadrant G-19, Coruscant, Coruscant System, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"

11:15:15 ATC / November 15th, 1968 - 24:00/12:00 AM

Jake was on his rack slumbering, sleeping soundly when the Marine started to have a dream.

Meyer saw a cottage directly in front of him, engulfed in flames, not to mention the entire surrounding village was ablazed, and within sight were three men holding torches. The three individuals were encased in Medieval Era plate armor, over their breastplates were white mantles with black crosses, and their helmets had either horns of varying shapes and sizes, some of them even being crest-like instead of cattle horns, or just plain helmets.

Nearby were more knights mounted on steeds of war followed closely by a mixed detachment of crossbowmen and pikemen on foot wearing gray mantles with black Tau crosses over their simpler armor in contrast with the knights.

Meyer recognized them as Ritterbrüder and Diendebrüdern of the often overlooked and underrated Teutonic Order who were once as mighty as the Templars and Knights Hospitallers. The Order of Brothers of the German House of Saint Mary in Jerusalem fought against the Saracens in the Levant, stamped out the last holdouts of pagans in Europe, annoyed Poland, and even were daring enough to stand firm against the infamous nomadic Mongols, not to mention forming their own state in the Baltics that eventually became Prussia, achieving much more on the fields of battle against supposed infidels and travelling further in the name of God than the arguably overrated Templars ever did.

Meyer's dream became more detailed as he began hearing the conversations between the Knights and Sergeants of the Deutsche Order.

"Broder?" One of the Knights spoke in Plattdeutsch - the Low German regional dialect somewhat prevalent in Northern Germany - after kicking the hacked corpse of a Baltic Prussian that was still clutching a sword. "Do you believe that this is the last of them?"

"Ne." The man turned around and gazed directly at Jake as if the American was there first hand. "Meyer? Scour the wilderness and see if any Dämonen, heretics, and their cambion remain."

Jake then heard distinct hissing and saw a dozen red blades igniting in the woodline, the scene causing Jake to snap his eyes wide and awake, even sweating not from fear but not knowing why he dreamt this.

"What the Hell?" The American asked himself, startled by the completely unexpected sight. "Is this a dream? Or something else?"

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

Mess Hall - Fort Duqua Dar, Quadrant G-19, Coruscant, Coruscant System, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"

11:15:15 ATC / November 15th, 1968 - 07:15/7:15 AM

"Hey, did you have trouble sleeping last night?" Sam asked his friend as they headed to receive their breakfast to take back to their room per the confined to quarters rules.

Jake sighed groggily before revealing why he had a lack of rest. "I'll admit that I hardly got any sleep but you'll call me insane if I tell you exactly why."

"Try me."

"I had a surprisingly realistic dream last night in which the Teutonic Order somehow fought against the so-called Sith Purebloods." Jake whispered to prevent anyone other than Sam from overhearing. "And apparently I was a Diendebrudern Crossbowman augmenting the Ritterbrüder of the Order. Before you say anything, I don't think it's something about reincarnation but more like trying to understand what exactly occurred despite not knowing exactly where though my guess would be somewhere in northeastern Europe."

"I wasn't going to say anything." Sam shrugged. "It's probably just a dream but it sounds intriguing."

His dark flaxen-haired friend took a deep breath before divulging the details of his dream.

"Neither side were giving quarter and none was expected based on the ferocity. The Purebloods at one point had the edge but the Knights and Sergeants continued hacking and slashing, impaling and firing bolts at the Purebloods and the ones labeled as heretics, consumed by both rage and fear. Also in my dream, the Germans mentioned fighting Demons and Satanists before but none of it describes what we know about the Sith. But you're probably right, I'm just overreacting." Jake figured. "There's no way that Purebloods were here on Earth as every history book about the Medieval Era would be mentioning it as either a grand victory over Satan or a tale akin to the Kyffhäuser Legend. And if a Starship did crash in the Baltics, it probably would've been discovered by now as the damn Commies would be showing it off at Red Square."

"And knowing the Russkies per the Brazil Incident with Professor Jones, they clearly would be interested in it and the CIA or Defense Intelligence Agency would've got wind of it eventually." Sam concluded.

"Or the Office of Naval Intelligence or Marine Corps Intelligence." Jake concurred. "Still, it just seemed real."

"I'm pretty sure it's just a bad dream but let's not talk anymore about the past." Sam recommended. "We need to prepare for this hearing in a few days. Is the evidence safe?"

"It's safe and at a place no one would think to look." Jake smirked.

"Don't tell me. It's probably hidden in the closest thing considered a hog pen aboard this ship."

"Nope but I'm not saying anything about its location until the day of the committee."

Captain, First Rank Sergei Rustem Vadimovich - Proyekt Zvezdnaya Pyl / "Project Star Dust"

Hangar One - Kaliningrad Chkalovsk, Kaliningrad Oblast, the United Soviet States of Russia, Eurasia, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy

11:15:15 ATC / November 15th, 1968 - 16:00/4:00 PM

"Well, Comrades, now we know what type of spaceship we discovered seven years ago is." Captain Vadimovich, the man in charge of the research team, declared. "This vessel is a Derriphan-class battleship of Space Fascist origins, so ironically a lance of the Teutonic Order were fighting Sith based on the different swords and skeletons we found inside the hull."

"It's very good that the Nazis didn't discover this." The KGB attachè and overseer of the project grinned. "And now we're back in the lead for the Space Race."

"Comrade? Is it true that the Primer would like to inform the entire United Nations Security Council and even the Republic about our discovery?"

"In a year's time." The KGB supervisor nodded. "For now, we're reverse-engineering everything ourselves. We don't want to lose our monopoly here on Earth quite yet."

"The future of the Soviet Union is here, comrades! Let us drink vodka in recognition of it. Down with Capitalism!"

"Down with Capitalism!"

Poor Jacob and Samuel. The Revanites still got them indirectly so they probably will have to be on their toes but unwittingly in response to the allocation by Shan, Patton might've prevented them from getting silenced by Revanites before the investigation proper begins.

And the duo has an ace up their sleeves when it comes to their companion's innocence ;)

Hmmm… Jake had quite a restless night.

First the vision and now revelation that a Sith shipwreck dating back to the Great Hyperspace War was discovered in Soviet territory that historically was a part of the State of the Teutonic Order and later Prussia?

Clearly something occurred in the past but how much exactly does it align with this dream? What implications does it have overall for the story?

But regardless of the vision, it is clear that the Commies have a clear edge in space matters.

The Cold War might be over with for the galaxy at large but it is indisputably still occurring on Earth.