Chapter 6 is here, and I want to start off by thanking everyone who has favorated the story or left a review. I do enjoy knowing people appreciate my work.

This all would have been done much sooner, but between peak season at work and the general insanity of the holiday seasons, I have been too busy to write most days.

Date: NA, Location: NA

Rex was dreaming, he knew that because it was something he very rarely did, and he still remembered going down for the cycle after listing to another of his general's rants.

Suffice to say, Skywalker had not been happy when the Senator's ship had dropped out of communications. The Son of Suns had been even less pleased when the signal had returned and they all learned that the ship had been in the process of being shot down.

It had taken General Kenobi almost an hour to convince the younger man that hopping into command of whatever ship would allow him to commandeer it and rushing off to rescue Padme and the others, would be a poor decision.

Especially as the chancellor had apparently seen this coming and had a sizable fleet waiting nearby to bail the young woman out of trouble.

Considering how many times that he and General Skywalker had been forced to rescue the woman, Rex privately figured it was about time someone had made that decision.

And personally Rex had to agree with Kenobi on this one, though he decided kept that particular line of thought to himself. Nothing about the situation they were in seemed to make any sense. So with Skywalker convinced to wait for the fleet to report in, Rex had figured that he could lay down for a couple of hours without Anakin stealing a cruiser and talking off without him.

Still, the outlandishness of dreaming was always quite amusing in his opinion, and he often found himself wishing he did it more.

This was different from his previous dreams though, it was not random clips of motion or abstract nonsense, and there was cohesion here. It felt like more of a memory than any dream that he had had before.

Rex was leading troops through an icy wooded glen… not his men though, and it wasn't any forest he could recall fighting in.

All around him was not the usual group of professional men in their blue-and-white armor. In their place was an ocean of men and a few women dressed in something that was best described as half-rags, half-plastoid, and they were carrying some of the shoddiest blasters he had ever laid his eyes on.

A strong wind blew through the trees, blasting snow into the air, and he almost imagined he could feel the icy air on his skin.

So Rex did what any good soldier did in his situation, he took a moment to assess himself and his surroundings. His armor felt proper; his pistols were at his side. The only thing missing was his helmet, and he suspected that it was in his pack and that he had removed it on some unknown purpose.

The column around him was not as dense or orderly as it could have been, men wandering in the general direction he suspected they were going, a number of AT-TE's thundering in a line down the path through the woods with troops scattered at their feet.

He had only stopped for a second but an older man, about forty and with old leather for skin walked up and fell in step beside him.

"Feeling alright commander?" He asked genially, rubbing a gloved hand though the ice in his mustache as the wind howled and shrieked overhead.

Captain Rex was many things, but he was certainly not a commander. Seeing as he was in a dream though, he felt no reason not to play along as he answered automatically. "This isn't anything to worry about Sherb," the words flowed out of his mouth without his control, "should been with us on Orto Plutonia, now that was cold." He heard himself chuckle grimly, as memories flashed across the viewscreen of his mind, as though viewed from the end of a long tunnel.

"I don't know how you guys do it, but my feet are freezing!" A nearby trooper, who looked only a little older than a cadet whined from nearby, while Sherb gave a sharp laugh.

"Could have always asked to reassigned with a unit that was going to be deployed in the south." The older man said, wiggling his frosted eyebrows with more than a small bit of amusement.

As the men debated deployments, more sounds began filtering into Rex's awareness. There was the pounding of the walkers, and the crunch of booted feet in snow, and over that was the insane howling of the snowstorm. Above it all was a curious sound, it rolled almost like thunder, but more regularity.

"Noticed the arty?" A voice from the nearby tree line, and a man in a battered set of Mandalorian armor vaulted over a snow bank, as group of similarly armored figures emerging from the woods to merge with his own troops. "Those Sithheads have been pounding our forward lines all day; word on the horn is that the forward advance is stopped dead."

"At least the airstrikes stopped." Another Mandalorian muttered under her breath as they started marching in line with Rex's troops.

"Rex, Commander Rex…" He introduced himself to the Mandolorian, only a little awkwardly.

The other man's helmet tilted in deference. "Jik sir, just Jik…" He introduced himself almost as awkwardly as Rex had.

"Not an officer?" He queried.

The other man shrugged helplessly. "All DOA."

"And what in the Seven Hell's is that supposed to mean?" The young man from before growled out, as something nearby roared.

Rex didn't need to look beneath his helmet to feel the long-suffering glance from his spiritual brother. "It means Dead On Arrival, kid. Their transports didn't make it through the fighter screen."

"Yeah, theirs and every other fifth ship that came down with us." The female mandalorian growled out.

Jik motioned something to the woman, who growled audibly, but made herself scarce.

"She lost someone?" Sherb said quietly, an eye rising in question.

"Her brother's transport ended up with a fighter on its ass, they think it went down somewhere past where the front-lines are now." Jik replied with a solemn nod.

Sherb swore, adjusting his grip on the old Verpine Shatter Rifle in his hands. "That's too bad." The grizzled old man said, spitting into the snow. "We don't have nearly enough vets to go around as it is."

Rex and Jik both nodded, an assessment made easier by one of the fresher troopers nearby tripping and face-planting into the snow.

Rex sighed as Sherb moved over to help the other man up. "Fell free to join my unit if you want." There was an odd buzzing sound from above them, and the Mandalorians tensed. "Force knows we're going to need all the help we can get."

Jik removed his helmet as the buzzing died down. "They sucker you with a bunch of greens?"

Rex nodded. "I've served most of the war with General Skywalker, so command figured I would be up for it."

The Mandalorian whistled. "I've heard a lot about the General…" The other man didn't need to say more, Rex knew that the people of Mandalore had never really gotten along with the Jedi.

"He's a good man, not exactly the typical Jedi of you catch my drift."

That caught the other man's attention. Jik's eyebrows raised and he smirked. "Really now, that sounds almost noteworthy?"

He felt his eyes roll. "Tell you what… we make it out of this in one piece, I'll take you out for drinks next time I'm off duty and I'll tell you about it… If you can keep your mouth shut."

Their banter was cut short by a loud crack, and someone behind them gave out a howl like a wounded animal.

They both dove for cover, as the men around him fired a few scattered shots in random directions or hit the deck.

"Sniper! Get to cover!" Rex shouted as loud as he could, teeth clenched in frustration at the sheer number of his men just standing around in the open looking like they had soiled their armor.

A flailing form fell from the main cannon of one of the AT-TE's nearby, landing with a sickening crack as it hit the ground, as the rest of the unit within shouting distance dove for cover.

"Did anyone see where that shot came from?" Sherb screamed out from where he was crouched nearby, his eyes straining to see through the blowing snow.

A chorus of no's rang out, and Jik swore. "That prop we heard earlier, that's where the sniper came from."

"I didn't see any aircraft." Rex probed the other man.

Jik replaced his helmet and continued. "They use speeder-like vehicles, little more than a metal box on skids with a giant propeller slapped the back; they slip through the lines while everyone's looking up at the sky and drop off snipers and commandos."

"And finding that sniper is going to be next to impossible by ear." Rex growled, longing for the days when the people shooting at him used blasters, with their brilliant bolts and familiar noises.

There was another crack, this time followed by the sound of shattering glass, and the lead walker slowed to a stop immediately. "Not good, not good. Everyone get away from the walkers." The female Mandalorian from earlier shouted out as she started crawling towards the tree line. "They're going to hit us with an airstrike!"

And Rex could hear the buzzing again, and something above them started screaming in the most bloodcurdling manner he had ever heard.

There was a flash of something metal in the sky, something huge and black dropped from beneath a pair of crooked wings.

Two dozen Mandalorians ignited their jet-packs at the same moment, launching themselves away from the egg-shaped metal pod that sat embedded in the ground.

There was an instance of silence then, as the entire unit stared at the speeder sized bomb that sat in the snow, and then a moment later there was a flash of brilliant light and Rex woke up with a start.

XXX

"Wakey, wakey…" Cody dodged the lazy punch at his helmeted head with a practiced ease, releasing his grip on Rex's shoulders in the same motion.

The room spun as Rex attempted to get out of his cot. "Ok, no more fried skrit before bed."

Cody snorted, and Rex's vision returned to him. Half-a-dozen clone commanders stood in his room.

There was a moment where he wondered if they had been messing with him, then he remembered that Gree and Fox were both too straight-laced for that. "As much fun as I am sure you were all having while watching me sleep, would you care to let me know why you are in my room?" He asked dryly and with a straight a face as possible.

"You were dreaming." Gree answered him, and by his tone it was clear that it wasn't a question.

Rex, slightly disturbed, went looking for his helmet, only to have Wolffe toss it to him. "How did you know that?" He asked incredulously, and more than a bit surprised.

Cody gave a sharp, humorless laugh. "I know it because we all had dreams."

Now that was surprising. "Everyone?"

"All of the upper ranks around here did at any rate. It varied, but it has everyone worried." Bly answered, as they left his room.

Rex didn't need to be told that he was only talking about clones. He was sure that they wouldn't have all come together like this if they thought it involved any of the Jedi or other officers.

Brothers kept to themselves for things like this.

He had always been fascinated by the naivety of the galaxy's population. That majority of the populace seemed to think that the clones were like droids made of meat.

They never questioned the possible repercussions of handing over control or oversight of essentially every single important task in the galaxy to an army with a singular identity and purpose.

That wasn't to say that the clones had any intention at all of betraying the Republic. But it did mean that when the time came, and when the war was finally over, that people of the galaxy were going to be providing them all with a nice fat severance package if they didn't want the services that allowed them to have their daily lives to grind to a halt.

Rex had figured that it was a fair trade, when Cody had explained it to him, and he figured that as long as no one had to get hurt, then it he would have no problem with it. And after all he was sure the Jedi would be there to support them, both Skywalker and Kenobi had already expressed displeasure with the treatment of the clones by non-military personnel.

It wasn't even something that would necessarily have to happen either. As Fox had often reminded them, to him the idea that the Republic would just up and abandon the men who had died by the billions for their sake was an insult almost unthinkable.

That aside, Fox had still agreed to begin the plans initial setup. There was no harm in making sure after all.

Cody was leading them into one of the bases storage rooms when Rex's comm started blinking. "General Skywalker…" He trailed off a bit awkwardly as they slid to a stop.

The man's hologram sprang up in his palm. The other man looked positively haunted "Rex…" his general paused at seeing the other commanders, "the situation just turned into an emergency, all of you need to get here now!" He almost shouted, looking more than a bit agitated.

All of them saluted, with a barrage of crisp "Sir, yes sir!" and began racing down the hallway to the stations conference room as Skywalker cut the transmission with a sharp nod.

"So what do you think it is this time?" Bly asked with quite a bit more sarcasm than was probably necessary.

Rex resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Considering what's happened so far… I would bet that Thorn got himself shot down."

Fox gave them all a sharp look as they continued running. "Thorn is a professional! He would never place his command under unnecessary risk!" He shot back, a little heatedly.

"Yeah, not willingly maybe… but what if he was under orders?" Gree piped in as they rushed down a hallway, nearly stampeding a service droid. "There are plenty of senators who are angry and anxious, and that's never a condition that leads to good choices. I would bet my blaster that someone ordered him to do something stupid." Gree finished as Wolffe slammed the console to conference room doors.

Nearly a hundred faces turned to meet them as they raced into the room. Rex figured it was to their credit that not a single one of the men at his side flinched or slowed down. Instead they slid to a stop in front of the table that the Jedi generals and Palpatine sat at. "Sir's!" They all saluted in a single crisp motion.

Kenobi was the first of them to greet them. "Good to see you men…" He said, with barely hid displeasure on his face, "it seems Thorn's force has run into, shall we say... a snag."

3/15/95, Berlin – Orchard 200XC, Somewhere near Munich

Orange Pekoe gave another look at the child she had been ordered to escort.

Not that the girl was actually a child, Pekoe was a good enough Psycher to tell that that the girl was many times older than she appeared to be.

Not that she needed to be a Psycher to tell that Lena Einstein was not a child; her eyes alone were enough for that. They gleamed with the unnatural golden light of an Immortal, and held a kind of cruel amusement that few actual children she had ever encountered had possessed.

But Pekoe was a guard, and she took her job very seriously. It was one of the reasons that Darjeeling drove her up the wall, and while she would have never asked for another assignment, the woman's habits and blasé attitude did get on her nerve; say nothing of her companion in responsibility.

Speaking of Assam, the other teen had just finished one of her terrible jokes as they walked a boring path between the trees of an agricultural orchard, and she was getting ready to tell her friend to kindly fuck off.

It had been like this ever since they had finished capturing that ship. Pekoe had returned to her lines and been greeted by Darjeeling, who had been smiling in a manner that Pekoe had known would not bring good news.

Her general had proceeded to inform her that they were going to Germany, along with all of the prisoners she had just finished capturing, and Pekoe's day had just gone down the toilet from there.

Culminating with tonight, when Darjeeling had ordered her and Assam to escort the diminutive German scientist on a walk. Even the tone the woman had used carried with it an aura of providence that had made Pekoe's spine crawl.

The girl finished chuckling politely at Assam's awful joke and spoke to her. "Don't worry Pekoe, I have talked to Darjeeling and she has assured me that you two are the best in the business, so relax a little. I have every confidence that you two will be able to keep me safe through the trials ahead."

That was certainly not something Pekoe found comforting. It was a tone almost identical to the one Darjeeling had used earlier that night, the kind that carried a weight of prophecy.

They both knew something that they were not sharing and it both hurt and frustrated Pekoe to know that she was not being trusted.

Lena seemed to sense her emotions. She put a child-sized hand over Pekoe's new VG1-5, and the German weapon felt heavier in her hands. "Fear not, for tonight we have a mission of utmost importance!" She said, grinning brightly with determination glimmering in her golden eyes.

"Would you tell us then, what's going on?" She tried her best to keep the sheer frustration out of her voice, but it wasn't completely successful.

The girl just continued to smile at her in that terrifyingly amused manner. Then suddenly there was a massive and resounding crack, the kind so loud and deep that you felt in your bones, swiftly followed by several others, that thundered from the city that they had just left.

Pekoe resisted the urge to tackle the girl to the ground as the sky high above them lit up. Assam whoever, seemed to be caught in shock. "Those were…" The taller blonde trailed off, her voice a hushed whisper.

The Einstein finished her sentience for her. "Munich's super-heavy defensive artillery." She nodded sagely and Pekoe swore she could hear an odd, almost vibrating sound. "The invasion of Earth has begun."

That was it! Pekoe almost wanted to throttle someone, or drink all of her commanders tea while the older woman wasn't looking. "This is it! What you have been hiding from us, from everyone!" She growled out at a harsh whisper.

The child nodded, as that obnoxious droning grew louder. "Yes, a plan a thousand years in the making is about to come to fruition." Her face grew brighter as she glanced up casually into the dark sky. "And our true task is about to begin."

Suddenly it all made sense, why she had been tasked by Darjeeling to lead the infantry against the landed ship, why they had been taken to Germany, and now why they had been assigned to guard a little girl that wanted to go for a walk into the middle of nowhere.

Pekoe was going to flay the next Pre-Cog she saw alive.

She threw the gun down, letting the glimmering razors in her gloves extended to circle them. Pekoe wanted to turn the murderous threads on the German who was grinning up at the sky so calmly, but resisted the urge through years of training and generations of inbred instincts. "You're to be the ambassador!" It was as accusatory as she felt comfortable with.

"Yep!" Lena replied simply. "Now put those toys away Pekoe, we'll not be needing them now."

Something materialized in the sky above them, long and skeletal, a metal spear that floated swiftly down to their position, as Pekoe followed her orders heedless of her own will.

Assam opened fire with her VG1-5, bullets from the borrowed German weapon sparking futilely off the metal hide of the craft.

"Cease fire, Major," Lena said with more than a little bit of an amused inflection in her tone, "this is our ride off planet."

Assam to her credit, not that Pekoe was ever going to give her any, simply gawked at the little girl as the newly visible craft swooped lower and planted itself on the path before them. It's landing gear digging into the grassy pathway between the trees.

A loading ramp slammed down and a half-dozen men in black armor poured out from the ship.

Pekoe didn't need to be told that these were not from the same shoddy stuff that had made up the majority of the opponents in her last alien encounter. These men were clearly well trained and experienced, with armor that covered their whole bodies and long rifles that didn't leave them for an instant as the group moved to surround Pekoe and her companions.

After they were surrounded a single figure, in a different sort of armor, with a white and red color-scheme stepped out from the ramp, and made a hands-up motion with his rifle.

Then the Einstein girl did something that no one seemed to expect. She strode several steps forward, as a massive explosion in the night sky illuminated the grove, gave everyone a shit-eating grin, then spoke in a language that neither Pekoe nor Assam recognized, but made the soldiers that had surrounded them tense visibly. "Salutations good Captain Ordo, I am Chief-Professor Lena Einstein… And if it pleases you Captain, may I ask what brings you and your fine compatriots to Deutschland on this most glorious evening?"

Aldeberan 3 High Orbit - Venator-class Star Destroyer, RNS Unwavering

Thorn was not a happy trooper.

No, despite receiving today's assignment from the chancellor himself, Thorn was anything but pleased by his current mission outline.

For an entire task-force to hard burn into the atmosphere of a planet was an almost disproportionate show of force, no matter what the planet that had chosen to be so insubordinate had done.

It was also extremely unsound tactically speaking, as it would make their ships great targets for any anti-orbital weapons the world in question might have.

"Alright men!" He shouted as his fleet, of five Venator-class Star Destroyers, approached their entry burn point. "I want all power to the ventral shield generators as we burn in."

The men on their consoles shouted affirmations and the bluish tint on the bridges transparasteel windows faded almost completely.

One of the men rose up from the control pit. "The fleet is on course, and our current trajectory will have us landing a good distance from the city Amidala's ship went down in."

Thorn grit his teeth, as his orders waged war with his common sense as a soldier. His experience won out as the flames started licking at the windows "Alright, enough of this nonsense, I want a full scan of the planet's surface done immediately."

And his men, ever loyal and professional, jumped at the chance to do something sensible, or at least they would have, if half the bridges klaxons hadn't started screaming at them.

This was exactly what Thorn had been worrying about. "Situation!" He demanded.

"Sir we've just detected several high-mass high-density objects approaching the fleet at several times the speed of-" Thorn presumed that the trooper would have finished his sentence with the word 'sound', if not for the floor of the ship suddenly rising up to meet them accompanied by the sound of a cataclysmic blast and the deafening noise of metal tearing.

When his head stopped ringing from the impact, Thorn stood. "What… what in the Nine Corellian Hells was that!" He asked, coughing slightly and making a note of the fact that the fact that the emergency lights had come on.

One of his troopers, Scrapper if he remembered correctly, stood up shakily from where he had landed after being thrown from his console. "We were hit by something big, heavy, and very fast, most likely a light anti-orbital weapon of some sort."

"Light!" The words seemed like insanity, their ship had jumped beneath their feet.

The man's helmet head nodded. "The shell that hit the Dream of Naboo was heavier, it managed to punch straight into the reactor, which was the explosion we heard."

And sure enough, outside the bridge he could see the bridge section of a Venator flipping end over end as it burned up in the atmosphere.

That certainly wasn't good news. "Damage report!" Thorn asked as their ship started listing heavily to the left. "What's going on!"

One of the technicians pulled himself up onto his console and started shouting at them. "We've taken a direct hit to the bottom of the ship that essentially blew the lower three decks off, the reactor is nearly breached and we just lost control of the stabilizers."

Thorn was a veteran, which was why he had been chosen for the command of this mission. But as the ship continued listing, he thought to himself that had never been in a situation quite like this.

So he did what he had been born to do. "Alright, listen up troopers!" He shouted into his helmet's comm as he slapped the button for the fleet-wide channel." We're about to have a bumpy landing and we're expecting all kinds hostiles, so all hands brace for impact!"

3/15/95, Berlin – Block C5, Strategic Air-Command Center A, Inside the Reichstag

It was official, Minna hated everyone.

First she had been forced to deal with an SS spook that had for all intents and purposes, taken over her command so that he could give a bunch of orders that made no sense. Then he had fucked off to wherever the SS went after they had made someone's day even more of a mess than normal.

And now the radar operators were literally screaming at her and she had no idea what to do, as apparently the ENTIRE command section of Berlin, sans herself, had decided to just up and disappear.

"So let me get this straight…" Minna literally hissed into the receiver. "You cocksuckers managed to lose track of the FÜHRER!" She roared the title into the little phone.

Minna could almost feel the other man trembling through the phone line, as he realized the true severity of his situation. "I-I am so-sorry Frau Wilcke, but that seems to be the case."

There was a number of pressing things she needed to be doing right now, but this was just impossibly ridiculous. That the bodyguards of the most important man in the ENTIRE Axis Alliance could just up and lose him, was so stupid it just had to strain belief.

She could feel the wood of the desk cracking under her hands and her aids stopped jabbering at her and stared at the newly created splinters. "Then as the highest ranking officer left in GERMANY at the moment, because apparently everyone else fucked off for the night, I can tell you that you have THIRTY MINUTES to find him or I will personally oversee your execution! Do I make myself clear Major!" She roared again into the receiver.

There was a gasp on the other side of the line, followed by a clattering sound that told her that the old SS windbag had passed out or dropped the phone in his hurry to go looking for Max. Either way, her tongue lashing had created the desired effect.

Minna slammed the phone down, and swirled around, glaring at the assembled aids and desk-jockeys that made up her current command. "As of five minutes ago, five almost MILE LONG objects appeared on radar and began reentry burns into German airspace." She waved her free hand at the assembled troops, the other closing around the MP-40 she kept under her desk for emergencies as eyes widened all around. "So someone call the fucking Dora's and tell those lazy idiots to do their FUCKING JOBS!" She roared at them, watching with no small amount of pleasure as those assembled leapt into action. "And scramble all available troops, and everything that'll fly. As far as I am concerned this is a direct invasion of the Reich and it is about FUCKING time we acted like it!"

"Sir!" Erica and Gertrude, bless their hearts snapped to attention as they rounded the corner into the command center, Erica even had pants on for once.

The hatred slipped out of her and she could feel her shoulders loosening. "Trude, Erica, thank god you're here. Did you find anyone?" She asked in a much calmer tone.

Trude, a severe look on her face, reached around the corner and yanked out a disheveled navy officer who looked ready to piss his pants at the site of her MP-40.

"So Schultz…" Minna asked the young boy, using part of his line name instead of his designation. "Where exactly is Bismark?"

Max, to his credit, made a passable attempt to look less terrified. Unfortunately, the Dora's took that moment to fire, and the sound of lung-collapsing shock-wave the giant guns made when firing reached all the way down to her command post.

He yelped like a struck puppy, and made a dive for her desk, but Trude's hand caught his belt and the unnaturally strong woman reeled him back. "I promise I have no idea Kommandant Wilcke, last I heard she was going to some fancy get-together in the Grand Auditorium." The panicking boy whined at her.

Erica chuckled. "Pride of the navy right here…" The blonde trailed off as her companion gave her a stern glare.

"Ma'am, the Dora's have confirmed that the objects have been shot down. Three are listing heavily off course and the other two have broken apart." Heidemarie shouted over the din of panicked ensigns from her console.

"We'll they're not at the Auditorium now, so where would they be?' Minna asked herself, before face-palming. "Of course there out drinking, how stupid of me…"

Gertrude raised an eyebrow. "Should we call the mess halls?"

But Minna was already out the doors. "No time, and there is only one bar within stumbling distance anyways. Schnaufer, you're in charge until I get back." She shouted as she stormed into the hallway, ignoring the white-haired girl's startled yelp at being put in charge of the entirety of Berlin's defenses.

"Trude, Erica, with me. We're going to sort this mess out right now."

3/15/95, Berlin – Block O25, Officers Quarters, beneath the Reichstag

Miho had been drinking, that was for sure. Her head throbbed as she lay and stared at the ceiling.

The mess was not one for officers; those were usually more posh and quite a bit smaller. This was one of the larger mess halls, of the sort where an off duty platoon might stop for a drink after a long day of guarding Anti-Aircraft guns. But the officers tending the bar didn't exactly have the authority to turn away several thousand Commaders, Generals and the Führer himself.

It was also a complete disaster area, with smashed tables and chairs everywhere, the casualties of a bar brawl that she barely remembered winning.

Her uniform was damp, and smelled strongly of alcohol, she sat up slowly, felling her clothes stick to the floor with what she hoped was beer. "Maho? Erwin?" It was a plea she really didn't think was going to be answered. Indeed, none of the well-dressed bodies that littered the floor even stirred.

An instant later a field of white obscured her vision, and strong hands clasped her arm and shoulder, hauling her to her feet as the world swirled. "We'll that went better than I expected… all things considered."

The voice was at once unfamiliar, yet unmistakably significant, like she should know who it belonged to.

Miho raised her head, and if she hadn't still been intoxicated she probably would have screamed. As it was, she merely gave a pained moaned as Albert Einstein stared down at her with a look that was between pity and amusement.

"I do hope you worked that out of your system. I don't think the head of the SS can handle another one of those anytime soon." What exactly the man was talking about was lost on her, and she was rapidly distracted by the sudden need to vomit all over his shiny shoes.

Einstein merely took a step back, keeping a hand on her shoulder to keep her steady and taking another puff from his cigar. "And I hope we can get this all back into order soon though, are guests are due to arrive any moment now." He checked his watch

Like it was prophesied, the lights of the mess went out and klaxons stared wailing all around her. The field of not dead bodies stared to moan, then hundreds of officers started to rise all around them.

Something was happening, that was obvious. Then she remembered what the man had told them about the day before, of the Galactic Republic, and how it was going to make a bid for their world.

"Are we under attack?" She asked the man who, for her entire life she had been told was a traitor to Germany, to his people.

Einstein just nodded. "This would likely be the forces of the Re-" He was cut off as the door to the mess hall was slammed open and Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke stormed in, a nervous looking Barkhorn and Hartmann trailing closely behind her.

The redhead stopped, surveying the slowly rising field of hung-over officers and the destruction that had been laid on the mess hall and just gaped at it all.

"We're being invaded, just thought you should know…" She said, and then the she passed out cold.

And that is chapter-6.

Not as long as I would have liked, but I wanted to get something out to you guys sooner than later and figured that this would be a good place to stop.

So I hope you enjoyed it, and are ready for me to get back into my semi-regular schedule shortly.

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