Nathrrya Therin-Palatine - Darth Avarice / The Empire's Wrath
En route to the Planet known as 'Earth': The Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC / July 18th, 1968 - 10:38 / 10:38 AM
The Fury-class heavy interceptor Violet Rose dropped out of hyperspace at the edge of the Sol System where Earth was located and proceeded to head deeper into the system at near full sub-light, the ship's sensors gathering as much information as they could and while en route to Planet Earth, they eerily noticed that the planets between their home galaxy and the lone world in the 'Milky Way' known to be inhabited were lifeless, thoroughly desolate with no signs of life at all, the scanners just couldn't register anything worthwhile.
Of course, it did not mean that the data was completely accurate and as it wasn't their mission they didn't bother to venture down to take a look but the fact it was a consistent negative, the analysis showing the devoid of any sentience nevermind flora and even fauna was disconcerting. That and the lack of the Force was causing consideration that it was inherently constrained only to their region of space and exclusively only theirs alone.
"So what do we know about Earth exactly?" Vette asked. "Besides being a long trip of course?"
"Not much. The population is entirely human." Nathrrya replied as she flew the ship past an impressive red planet with its distinctive red spot. "So you're going to stand out." She said looking over at her blue Twi'lek friend.
"Don't I always?" Vette replied with a cheeky grin on her face. Everyone chuckled at that.
"Earth doesn't have a unified planetary government but over one hundred nation-states, though they do have a body called the United Nations where they try to work out their differences." Nathrrya explained.
"Sounds like the Republic Senate and likely as ineffective, my lord." Captain Malavai Quinn observed dryly. "Just on a smaller scale."
Nathrrya nodded her head in agreement before divulging a cultural fact. "I haven't told you all the best part yet: Women hold no real power on Earth, be it in the government, industry, or the military, in most countries women can't even serve in the military as frontline soldiers. Then there's the existence of prejudice against fellow humans with different complexions but there are movements attempting to change it."
"The powers that be are just going to love you, Nat." Vette said her sarcasm was obvious, and then the Twi'lek grinned. "You, me, and Jaesa are going to shake things up."
The three women laughed at that and even Quinn cracked a smile.
"Master, The Force, I still can't feel it." Jaesa said, looking concerned.
"I don't doubt that we've entered a Force dead zone." Nathrrya sympathized, it just was something she had to adjust to. "That could be... problematic." The Sith's eyes widened as she felt a familiar presence bloom in the Force. Nathrrya looked to her apprentice who just nodded in confirmation. "Interesting..."
Casavir Therin - Battlemaster of the Jedi Order
Aboard the Bridge of the R.N.S. Resolute - Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC / July 18th, 1968 - 10:38 / 10:38 AM
On the bridge of the Republic Hammerhead-class cruiser Resolute stood two Jedi as the crew went about their tasks unaware of the silent conversion the Jedi were having.
'No matter where we go, tough guy, your cousin always seems to follow.' Kira amusedly mentioned to her partner and husband through their Force bond.
'Or we seem to follow her.' Casavir replied with a sigh as he glanced at the long-range sensors. 'The Resolute should be picking up the Rose any moment.'
Nathrrya Therin-Palatine - Darth Avarice / The Empire's Wrath
En route to the Planet known as 'Earth': The Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC / July 18th, 1968 - 10:45 / 10:45 AM
"My Lord, I'm picking up the profiles of a pair of Republic Hammerhead-class cruisers and the diplomatic ship." Captain Quinn reported. "We're being hailed by the cruiser Resolute."
Nathrrya accepted the hail and wasn't surprised to see an image of her cousin Casavir appear along with his wife Kira Carsen, who was a former Child of the Emperor. "This is the Imperial vessel Violet Rose. We read you Resolute."
"Lord Avarice I should have known the Empire would send you to find out what was happening." Casavir said, trying to keep his face neutral.
"Indeed Master Therin and it comes as no surprise to me that you're representing the Jedi." Nathrrya replied, they'd been through this song and dance often enough it was routine. After all, no one could know they were related.
"Earth is currently a neutral world so you are free to land but allow me two hours to travel planetside to warn the Earthlings of your impending arrival. Is that agreeable Lord Avarice?" Casavir asked.
"That is most satisfactory Master Therin." Nathrrya replied with a slight smile. "I shall see you planetside in about two hour's time. Violet Rose, out."
Almost as soon as the transmission from the Violet Rose ended Casavir and Kira were on their way to the Resolute's hangar bay to take a shuttle to Earth as not only did they have to inform the Earthlings about the Imperial visit but also tell the Cathar Senator from Anaxes who was appointed ambassador of this development and both Jedi knew he wouldn't take the news well.
Casavir Therin - Battlemaster of the Jedi Order
Headquarters of the United Nations - 760 United Nations Plaza, Turtle Bay, Midtown Manhattan, Manhattan, New York City, New York County, New York, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC / July 18th, 1968 - 11:45 / 11:45 AM
Just over an hour later, the Jedi were being shown into the conference room within the headquarters of the United Nations located in New York City where the temporary ambassador Zorin Krasul was meeting with the 35th President of the United States, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, as well as the 4th Secretary General of the United Nations, Chakravarthi Vijayaraghava Narasimhan of India, who had succeeded U Thant of Burma as Secretary-General back in '63 following the disastrous intervention in the Congo.
"Ah, Master Therin, Knight Carsen." The Bay Stater and scion of a formerly prestigious silk-stocking Irish-American family greeted upon noticing the pair. "We just sat down for lunch, would you care to join us for chowdah?" Kennedy then frowned as he only then remembered a key difference and it was a cardinal sin to the New Englander. "Though I must confess that you may be disappointed as I'll never understand why New Yorkers, sad to say, put tomatoes in it."
"No thank you, Mister President." Casivir dismissed courteously. "And I apologize for the interruption, Ambassador, Mister President, General-Secretaary, but we've had a... development." Casavir said.
The Cathar frowned. "What kind of development, Master Jedi?"
"The Imperial kind." Casavir replied grimly. "An hour ago the Resolute picked up the profile of a single Fury-class vessel on approach."
"Fury-class? They're exclusively Sith vessels, correct?" Ambassador Krasul asked worriedly.
"Yes." Kira spoke up. "It seems that the Sith Empire has decided to send their own representative to Earth and they're not messing around considering just who they've sent."
"And just who exactly has the Sith Empire sent?" Kennedy asked though baffled as to why it was concerning.
"Darth Avarice, the Empire's Wrath." Casavir stated.
Kennedy and Narasimhan glanced at each other upon hearing the word 'Wrath' as it was a perspicuously uncanny title for a position and the pair watched as Krasul's eyes grew with fear.
"You can't allow that..."
"Ambassador." Casavir growled, cutting the Cathar off. "May I remind you that Earth is still a neutral planet and as such we cannot prevent Lord Avarice from landing. The Empire is free to have their own representative here until such a time that the sovereign nation-states which make up Earth either sides with the Republic, the Empire, or even chooses to remain neutral in the conflict."
Narasimhan was deep in thought and looked at Kennedy only to see the same concern in his eyes. While the Galactic Republic might have been gravely exaggerating the Sith Empire's ruthlessness the entire time and as they are the enemy the perspective presented was, of course, going to be negative, the General Secretary of the United Nations could not help but to wonder that if the Republic's claims was the truth then the safety of their world would be at stake.
Still, it was inevitable that Planet Earth would receive yet another diplomatic visit from extraterrestrials and Narasimhan only had one question to ask. "How long do we have before this…Lord Avarice arrives?"
"About an hour, General Secretary." Kira replied. "Give or take."
Nathrrya Therin-Palatine - Darth Avarice / The Empire's Wrath
En route to the Planet known as 'Earth': The Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC / Thursday, July 18th, 1968 -11:45 / 11:45 AM
Nat believed that this was the right planet after she saw lights that unmistakably were those of populated urban centers but as the Fury Rose flew overhead she was confounded as the landscape below did not match the holoimage for this 'New York City' which comically was also referred to as 'The Big Apple' but regardless of what the metropolis was called it certainly was not located in this vicinity. That was obvious due to the architecture not matching the scans which included the 'Empire State Building' as a landmark, something the Sith felt was intentional and a poor sense of humor on Kelrein's part but regardless, none of the landmarks corresponded with the surrounding terrain.
"Malavai? Please be a dear and do check the coordinates for New York City."
"I don't see them, my lord." Quinn affirmed as he read the message. "Casivir failed to provide them during your...familial correspondence and it appears that Sergeant Kelrein may have omitted them."
Although most Sith would have determined discipline whether lightning, choking, or decapitation, the enforcer of the Empire decided to give Kelrein the benefit of the doubt as she may have been interrupted before transmitting the coordinates and forgotten to forward the information but it did not make their ordeal any less annoying.
"I believe we are a bit lost, Nat." Vette remarked, stating the obvious.
"Obviously." Jaesa deadpanned.
Nat, however, ignored the gripping as she spotted a structure up ahead, one that could provide a suitable landing pad. "Looks like there is a train station up ahead, I believe we can land on top so we're able to confirm our bearings."
Constable Thomas Haynes - Christchurch Metro, Canterbury District, New Zealand Police
Lyndon Street - Christchurch / Ōtautahi, Canterbury / Waitaha, South Island / Te Waipounamu, New Zealand / Aotearoa, Oceania, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:1:15 ATC / Friday, July 19th, 1968 - 04:00 / 4:00 AM New Zealand Daylight Time
The Constable, Thomas Haynes, was a rookie with the New Zealand Police and he also was only three days shy of no longer being a probationary officer and as the patrolman waited for his shift to end Haynes could not help but wonder if he would receive a new partner or be stuck with his mentor, Senior Constable George Coates, a veteran of sixteen years on the force, the very same supervisor Haynes had reported to for nearly two years.
"Well, it's thankfully a quiet morning thus far." Thomas remarked. "And there was no disturbance last night."
"Which is a blessing, Tom." The Senior Constable said unexpectedly as never once did he refer to Haynes other than his rank or surname. "I believe you will make a fine enforcer of the law."
"Thank you."
As the two constables wearing their trademark custodial helmets and signature dark blue uniforms finished their beat, the duo noticed that there was an employee of the New Zealand Railways Department running towards them, hailing them.
"Constables!" He called out. "Constables!"
Haynes immediately recognized the coalman as an old friend from his neighborhood. "Don?"
"Tom, thank goodness." Don said, his breath ragged but he was now relieved.
"You know him?"
"Donald Sherstoneand I grew up together, we're also avid model train collectors."
That revelation however had Coates squinting at the pair as if he was scrutinizing them. "You don't say." The experienced bobby deadpanned.
But the railroad worker interrupted the officers, still freaking out over an absurd scene. "There's a spaceship on top of the railway station, a spaceship!"
Previously such a declaration would have provided ample justification for the two patrolmen to haul the lunatic to Sunnyside Hospital for a psychological evaluation but over the past year the world had been introduced to possible friends from afar and it wasn't just not of this world but not native to this galaxy and as far as is known Earth was still the lone inhabited planet in the Milky Way.
"Could it be a Republic aeroplane?"
"I don't think so but then again it's possible."
"Alright, we'll investigate." Coates declared. "Now where is it?"
Nathrrya Therin-Palatine - Darth Avarice / The Empire's Wrath
En route to the Planet known as 'Earth': The Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC /Friday, July 19th, 1968 - 12:00 / 4:16 AM New Zealand Daylight Time
Nat had stepped out of her personal customized starfighter to catch fresh air, the air she had not breathed in the long journey from the edge of the known galaxy to another galaxy altogether, and as she admired the landscape from above gazing down, she could not refrain from pondering.
Since the dawn of time, many planetary inhabitants had begged the question if they were truly alone, and of course, in time as civilizations evolved and planetary governments became interconnected the galaxy as a whole asked if there were other civilizations outside of the 'Great Hyperspace Barrier' which until rather recently was thought to prevent extra-galactic exploration and make such expeditions outside their home galaxy doomed for failure but now the fact humans existed and thrived in another galaxy far from their own had raised new questions instead of providing clearcut answers but it did at the very least proved the notion that life may very well thrive throughout the universe which depending on the perspective could be relieving or a frightening prospect.
"Beautiful jungle and crystal clear water, it may very well be paradise."
"The environment should be temperate, my lord." The Imperial Army officer noted. "That and still being daylight."
Always so serious, formal, and committed but Nathrrya had grown to be fond of Malavai throughout their time together and she would do anything for him. With a sigh, the Sith turned away from admiring the landscape through her binoculars and informed her companion of their location. "If I read the signs correctly, nevermind the pronunciation, we are likely somewhere known as Christchurch."
Malavai was about to inquire further when they were interrupted and unexpectedly heard voices in fluent Basic, the accents sounding something like an eerie admixture of Imperial and Mandalorian no less, an odd combination for a diction.
Constable Thomas Haynes - Christchurch Metro, Canterbury District, New Zealand Police
Christchurch Railway Station - Moorhouse Avenue, Christchurch / Ōtautahi, Canterbury / Waitaha, South Island / Te Waipounamu, New Zealand / Aotearoa, Oceania, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:1:15 ATC / Friday, July 19th, 1968 - 04:16 / 4:16 AM New Zealand Daylight Time
"You up there! Come on down!"
"We are lost!" The Englishwoman shouted or at least the voice sounded as if it was coming from a posh tourist from the British Isles yet the starship and even the peculiar attire showed that she was from elsewhere. "How far is it to New York City?"
"You are nearly fifteen thousand kilometers off course!" Coates hollered back. "Welcome to New Zealand! Now, respectfully, ma'am, can you please come down!? The residents may be concerned!"
Private First Class Jake Gregory Meyer - MOS 5811 Military Policeman, Military Police Detachment, Marine Barracks Brooklyn, United States Marine Corps
Stewart Air National Guard Base - Newburgh, Orange County, New York, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC / Thursday, July 18th, 1968 -14:45 / 2:45 PM
A time later after adjusting course from their inadvertent detour in New Zealand, the Fury Rose finally arrived at the Stewart Air National Guard Base, sixty miles to the north of New York City, the base was on high alert as the scream of twin ion engines filled the air and on the tarmac was Jake with Sara standing next to him but of course an impetuous adolescent got the wrong idea despite the couple maintaining professionalism.
"You two should get a room."
Jake glared at the Rhinnelian's passive-aggressive response which he had long since learned was an innate characteristic of the culture then returned to Sara. "Just how big is that spaceplane exactly?" Meyer asked his girlfriend. Even on the ground, the 5811 could tell that the Imperial vessel dwarfed the four escorting F-106 Delta Darts as the spaceship came into land and it was evident that the design was not exactly aerodynamic.
"From what I can recall the Fury is typically one hundred meters long by one hundred and eighty-eight meters wide and the primary armament is four heavy laser cannons." Sara replied.
'Three hundred and twenty-eight feet long and two hundred eighty-eight feet wide!? That's not an Interceptor or Fighter but a flying tugboat!' Meyer thought as he witnessed the most ridiculous shaped and colored aircraft begin to land. It was a faded pale purple with back panels and showed a good deal of wear and tear. The Leatherneck wondered if the pilot was insane if he was flying that piece of junk. He didn't even know if the wider galaxy utilized pilots and honestly never bothered to ask the Republic delegation. Robots maybe?
"Are you sure it's that big?" The Marine questioned as the 'flying tugboat' prepared itself for landing on the runway. The airmen and ground crew on the pavement ran for cover and Jake instantly tackled the Pub as well as the Padawan, shielding them from the impact.
'That pilot is going to have to answer to me! He almost ran over us!'
"Yes." Sara sighed, brushing herself off. "I'm pretty karking sure."
"Obviously." Gail added but Jake only shook his head, sighed, and chose to overlook that remark.
To everyone's surprise, the ship spun one hundred and eighty degrees so its aft end was facing the welcoming delegation before landing vertically. Its landing gear extended from the hull as it did so settling on the runway with a surprisingly soft thud.
Moments later as the engines powered down the boarding ramp lowered which soon explained why the ship was seemingly facing the wrong way.
Meyer looked up and saw a man with black hair in a uniform similar to the old dress uniform of the Waffen SS and a red-haired woman who could be a priest thanks to the robes that she was wearing. The duo were shortly followed by the first alien Jake had ever seen. It appears to be a blue-skinned female with hair-tails? The Marine wasn't sure and finally, another priest walked out of the craft.
"Kriffing hell!" Sara cried slightly and panicked. "This could end badly, very badly."
Jake looked at Sara and then to where he saw President Kennedy and Secretary-General Narasimhan, approaching the man in the officer's uniform.
"Why? They're just following diplomatic protocol."
Sara shook her head. "For your world maybe but Earth is dealing with the Sith Empire. To a Lord of the Sith, greeting the imperial officer first is about as big an insult as you could possibly make." She looked at her boyfriend. "In case you hadn't worked it out, the woman with the red hair is the one they should be greeted first. Let's hope she's in a kind and forgiving mood for Earth is about to sour its relations with the Sith Empire before they've even begun."
"Well...This may be a boondoggle." That was all Jake could say as the Hoosier was at a loss for words.
There was an extraordinarily long and awkward pause after the two earthlings greeted Captain Quinn first and not Nathrrya.
Quinn's eyes flicked to his left. "Err... My Lord..."
Nathrrya gave a deep amused chuckle. "That's five hundred credits you owe me, Captain." She inclined her head in greeting to the shocked earthlings "As you may have surmised by now I am Darth Avarice, Empire's Wrath."
"We apologize,…Lord Avarice." President Kennedy asseverated, taking a moment to mention 'Lord' given how it was customarily a masculine title. "We were unaware that you were-"
"A woman?" Nathrrya finished. "That was painfully obvious. A word of advice, be very careful in the future with your dealings with the Empire for as unintended as it may have been showing such disrespect to a Lord of the Sith could have ended... badly."
"How badly?"
"Both of you dead badly." Nathrrya replied, her voice flat.
"You're kidding, right?" Secretary-General Narasimhan inquired nervously.
"Unfortunately, no, I'm not."Avarice replied seriously. "It's difficult to explain but it is a cultural belief among Sith that we are superior to everyone else and that we are treated as such. Something I have never agreed with. Just because myself and my apprentice have the ability to use the Force does that make us better than Captain Quinn or Vette? The answer is no."
Meanwhile, in the background, Meyer carefully watched the so-called 'Sith Lord', seeing if the woman would make any threatening moves to the President despite a difference of political opinion but the Hoosier frankly could care less about the safety of the head of the United Nations and in fact Jake regarded the Secretary-General as expendable given how he was against cosmopolitanism.
The priest, Sith, whatever she was called, calmly spoke to the two leaders, but the Marine could discern that she was making them uncomfortable, and if things escalated, Jake hoped that his Pistol, Caliber .45, Automatic, M1911A1 would be sufficient in dealing with the highly advanced guests if the woman made any moves.
The Hoosier saw that the informal meeting had concluded and turned to face Sara. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah." She smirked, following the Marine to his motorcycle. The Corellian gazed into Jake's eyes as he got onto the bike, starting it.
"Please be careful, Jake." The redhead warned fearfully. "Sith are masters of manipulation."
Even though the Jarhead couldn't promise it, Meyer felt that the Corellian needed some reassurance to stay sane, it was common in relationships between two infatuated individuals after all.
"I promise." He declared, making the redhead smile before she headed back to her assigned vehicle.
Jake started the Harley and moved in front of the motorcade, right in front of one of the black 1961 Lincoln Continental four-door convertibles, and on the motorcycle right beside Meyer was a soldier from the United States Army's 787th Military Police Battalion, Specialist Four Roger Willis, and the 787th was only recently reactivated by the Regular Army two years ago at Fort Drum.
"Seems like things are about to get interesting, Jarhead."
"I don't know about you, pal, but something doesn't seem right about the whole sudden visit by this Sith Empire."
Willis just shrugged and started up the motor as the motorcade prepared to get underway and pulled up in front alongside the Marine with the convoy departing Stewart Air National Guard Base to head to the United Nations building thirty miles away in New York City.
Meanwhile, as the motorcade prepared to get underway, the displaced padawan couldn't help but notice what went down between the two different delegations. "Talk about making a good first impression."
"Not now." The redhead reproved.
'Ground vehicles, mostly groundcars, how quaint.' Nathrrya thought as they were led toward the motorcade. Such things weren't unknown, just a rarity unless you lived on one of the more underdeveloped worlds within the Empire or Republic. Quinn looked as if he was going to have a heart attack while Vette and Jaesa were treating it like a grand adventure.
Nathrrya's inner engineer was squealing in delight at the thought of taking apart one of these vehicles to see how it worked. She'd had much the same reaction on observing the four fighter jets that had escorted them into land. She really wanted to pull one of those apart. Not much chance of either happening but a girl can dream, right?
About ten minutes into the journey and by some unknown agreement Secretary-General Narasimhan asked the question that had been on his and President Kennedy's mind. "Lord Avarice, be honest with us. Is Vette a slave?"
Quinn visibly tensed, Jaesa looked indignant on her master's behalf and Vette looked resigned.
Nathrrya sighed and nodded her head."Yes, technically Vette is my slave. However, she does not wear a shock collar as once she came into my service." She refused to say 'possession'."I removed it."
"I still have that awful device." Vette spoke up as she brought out a medallion that hung around her neck. "I made this out of what was left after..." She looked at the redhead seeking permission to which Nathrrya gave an encouraging smile. "Nat removed it and turned it into scrap. I only keep this as a reminder."
It was clear to the Imperials that the two earthlings were disappointed. "It saddens me to hear that the Empire makes use of such a practice but I thank you for your honesty Lord Avarice for you could have lied." President Kennedy said at last.
"Yes, and most Sith certainly would have." Nathrrya agreed. "I'm here to officially represent the Sith Empire and as such, I am supposed to put the Empire in the best light possible. That is hard to do when you yourself do not agree with everything the Empire does. The Republic would have been wiser to not make contact with Earth for from what I have seen thus far your world is not yet ready." She explained "The Empire and Republic are hardly perfect galactic governments but they are what they are. Change will come but it is slow."
Walter Leland Cronkite, Junior - CBS New
Outside the Headquarters of the United Nations - 760 United Nations Plaza, Turtle Bay, Midtown Manhattan, Manhattan, New York City, New York County, New York, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC / July 18th, 1968 - 15:38 / 3:38 PM
"Good afternoon, America. This is Walter Cronkite reporting." A man in a business suit began as he started his broadcast that would change history.
"Barely a year ago, Earth had first contact with a civilization calling themselves the 'Galactic Republic' and now a few hours ago, a representative from the 'Sith Empire' landed at the Stewart Air National Guard Base, attempting to form relations with our world. Unlike the Republic, the Empire is an unknown power and their representative may try to put their faction into a more positive light… An hour from now, Darth Avarice will speak in front of the United Nations to tell the world why the Empire is here." Cronkite took a deep breath, knowing that history is in the making. "We truly hope that whatever the Imperials want, we hope it is not conquest like our friends…" The famed news broadcaster paused, seeing a group of protesters clashing with members of the New York City Police Department and a contingent of New York National Guardsmen.
"Peace, not war!" One of the hippies cried out, holding a sign that was anti-imperial in nature.
"It appears that protesters are whacking law enforcement officials providing security for Darth Avarice's arrival." Walter reported."We will update you with further developments, but until then, goodnight America."
Private First Class Jake Gregory Meyer - MOS 5811 Military Policeman, Military Police Detachment, Marine Barracks Brooklyn, United States Marine Corps
Five blocks away from the Headquarters of the United Nations - 760 United Nations Plaza, Turtle Bay, Midtown Manhattan, Manhattan, New York City, New York County, New York, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:18:15 ATC/July 18th, 1968 - 16:00/4:00 PM
"Get the fuck out of the way!" Meyer ordered the masses who formed a chain to block the motorcade. Even if the archconservative was supportive of leaving the U.N. and evicting the United Nations from American soil even if it took a Katanga 2.0, nevermind not agreeing with Kennedy in the slightest politically - everything from the New Frontier initiatives to forming new governmental agencies and thereby expanding the Federal bureaucracy - the Leatherneck knew that for now his personal beliefs had to be set aside for the current situation. Besides, he was quite surprised that there were even still Hippies in America after what went down a year previously with Neil Young hightailing it back to Canada and John Lennon being deported by the State Department: Thrice with two of the apprehensions being by him and the second was more of a 'citizen's arrest' at Benihana in New York City.
'Maybe the NYPD should create a Barber and Salon squad.'Jake thought humorously as the standoff continued.
"Make love! Not war!" One of the protestors, a brunette holding a sign saying Power to Women!screeched in reply.
"This is your last warning!" Jake hollered at the top of his lungs to the radicals, losing patience."You are blocking a diplomatic mission and if you do not move within thirty seconds, I will run you over lady!"
The new left idealists did not move and the Marine was about to start up his motorcycle when finally, some National Guardsmen threw teargas at the protesters, forcing the buck-skinned, flowered, and bead-clad weirdos to vacate the premises.
"Finally." Meyer snarled before continuing on his way leading the convoy to the building.
Nathrrya observed the alteration with the colorfully dressed protesters somewhat amused by the whole thing.
"Master, I have to agree with that sign's sentiment." Jaesa declared as she pointed to the one that read 'Power to Women!'.
"Indeed so do I Jaesa." out of the corner of her eye Nathrrya noticed the two Earthlings had become visibly uncomfortable and she suspected she knew why. "Jaesa is my student, I'm her teacher. Calling me 'master' is a form of respect, nothing more."
Although still tensed, President Kennedy and Secretary-General Narasimhan did at least relax at the explanation.