Second Lieutenant Paul Baltasar 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"

07:24:16 ATC/ Thursday, July 24th, 1969- 14:22/2:22 PM

Meyer and Macaluso may be in different units of different services but it would not have mattered if they were both in the same branch or the Navy, Air Force, or Coast Guard as the scatterbrained and reckless frivolous assignments need to stop, a sentiment not only shared by the Army Paratrooper and United States Marine but by many.

"Agent Shan has used you two for unauthorized activities." Paul explained to his son and Samuel. "And of course, Ike, nevermind Puller and the others are extremely pissed about this, which means that from here on out, aside from SpecForce there will be no joint special operations without Eisenhower's direct authorization. Furthermore, there will be no more joint operations with the SIS or the Jedi at all until, quote-unquote, 'They get their asses in order and clean up house as it is detrimental to the war effort'."

"Oh boy." Samuel muttered. "Chesty Puller probably threatened to shoot SIS Agents with his late cousin's Peacemaker, didn't he?"

"As a matter of fact, he actually did, Sergeant." The Lieutenant deadpanned from his seat behind the desk even though he was surprised by the remarkably accurate guess at Chesty threatening to use Bandito's own personal Ivory gripped .45 Long Colt Colt Single Action Army revolver. "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 both on restriction to stay inside your barracks unless you are going to eat, to exercise, or shit." Francis added and as an O-3 instead of an O-2 he had some additional authority. "Also, as part of your restrictions, you are prohibited from interacting with either SIS 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 Ike 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, even Supreme Commander Malcom himself."

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

Private First Class Jake Gregory 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"

07:24:16 ATC/ Thursday, July 24th, 1969- 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, 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 who supposedly 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."

Jake 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 with 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."

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

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

07:25:16 ATC/ Friday, July 24th, 1969 - 06:47/6:47 AM

"Well, the big day is here." Sam sighed as he buttoned up the four brass buttons of his United States Army green service uniform jacket with khaki undershirt and black tie. "Hopefully we don't screw this up."

Jake, on the other hand, was lacing up his freshly polished dress shoes for his Service Alphas consisting of a forest green coat, forest green trousers with khaki web belt, a khaki long-sleeve button-up blouse, and a khaki tie with a tie clasp. The Marine also has his ribbons, Expert Qualified (with Expert Requalification clasp) , Distinguished Marksman, Division Rifle Competition (Gold), and Rifle Team Match (Wharton Trophy) badges on the left chest of his coat. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to be placed in a cell next to some guy I arrested years ago." The former Marine Corps 5811 chuckled nervously. "But I'm confident that they'll not dismiss our evidence out of hand. We'll just have to pretend that it was already written in 'High Galactic Standard' when we found it."

"Ah, not a bad idea. High Galactic Standard is literally just plain English and Latin letters." Sam chuckled. "Even the known coincidences in this galaxy are just giving us the strategic advantage."

"No need to say that twice." Jake grinned. "Though to be fair, the exotic burgers at times look more appetizing than the C-Rats."

"Touchè."

Specialist Regid Zira - Twenty-First Infantry Regiment, Republic Army and covertly a member of the Order of Revan

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

07:25:16 ATC/ Friday, July 24th, 1969 - 07:00/7:00 AM

'Looks like they're leaving now.' Zira thought as he watched the two targets peering out of the room, comically acting as if they were watching out for any assassins appearing out of the blue but the Revanite knew that because of the sudden wariness, his job was going to be harder than anticipated. The cultist was about to draw his blaster pistol to take the targets down when by luck the gunman noticed an arriving detachment of American Army Military Policemen wearing their identifiable dark olive drab helmets with MP painted in white on the front and red-and-white stripes as well as buff white accouterments now blocked his view.

"A close protection detail?"

"By order of the committee. With two witnesses testifying against the corruption of an espionage organization, it's wise to take precautions." The lead MP reasoned.

"Not sure if you heard but until recently I was a 5811." The Leatherneck who previously at times wore a white M1 helmet with black letter initials on the front and a red and yellow stripe around the circumference chuckled but the former Military Policeman for the Marines never imagined the day when he would be escorted.

"Don't worry, this isn't a court martial." A Corporal snickered as they walked to the room.

'So much for a clear shot.' Regid lamented as the opportunity was taken away from him due to unforeseen prior arrangements. Usually, the Republic relied on Jedi and specialized protection teams for such tasks but the man began cursing himself for not thinking of contingencies.

And then immediately after they left, Zira's holocommunicator pinged. The devout Revanite was dreading the unexpected call as his day so far was one of bad luck yet despite his misgivings, he knew that the call couldn't be delayed and begrudgingly answered.

Regid's eyes widened in shock as the call was by none other than the esteemed Revan himself!

"Did you take them out of the picture?"

"Regrettably, they were under heavy guard, My Lord." Zira confessed, hoping that the failure through circumstances would be forgiven. "I didn't have a clear shot."

"Blast...Well, we're gonna have to go with Plan B and take them out in the room before they could spew anything." Revan relented as if he sensed his follower's unease. "Also, make sure you have Meyer pay for his conceited obscenity. He doesn't know what I have been through."

The devout follower of Revan was irritated at the revelation of the insult. No one, absolutely no one insulted Revan, the man who saved the Republic in her darkest hour and was now on a crusade to save the entire galaxy from the one who wants to eat everything away out of self-worship. "As you wish, My Lord."

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

07:25:16 ATC/ Friday, July 24th, 1969 - 08:00/8:25 AM

"Sergeant? Private? You know why you were brought before us today?"

"We do, sir." Samuel answered as he was the senior ranking of the pair.

"Very well. So, Sergeant, were you aware that Agent Shan was using you to rob medical technology from an alien scientist named Gorima?"

"Respectfully, sir, it wasn't a robbery." Westbrook replied. "Agent Shan of the Strategic Information Service was investigating what occurred on Tython and noticed that there was an odd linkage between Korriban as well. We also have some evidence, though unfortunately minor, to prove that this is a conspiracy between Colonel Darock and Darth Arkous to participate in a well-orchestrated coup against both the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire."

"Well, it isn't the first time such craziness transpired here." Another board member sighed. "Apparently some Malgus pulled off a stunt on Illum that unbelievably caused the Republic and Empire to cooperate but that might be an overreaction."

While Samuel was being interviewed, Jake out of the corner of his eyes discerned that one of the Republic troopers off to the side raised his rifle and a Jedi standing at another corner reached down for his lethal flashlight, both gazing predictably at the pair's location to make their intentions clear.

"TAKE COVER!" Meyer warned the assembled military officials and witnesses, forcing the assembly to seek shelter behind the desks or instinctively drop to the floor.

Two of the United States Army MPs posted outside immediately kicked open the door to fire their M14s from the doorway and other American Military Policemen already inside the room drew and fired their M1911A1 pistols at the threat and riddled the two assassins with lead before they would be able to carry out a mobster-style massacre.

"What the-"

"Sir, respectfully, this is much bigger than some robberies of ancient artifacts and Manaan is minor of the three occurrences." Jake explained. "We got dragged into investigating something more ambitious than the coups in Ancient Rome."

"And loons believe that Pavlick was apart of a grand conspiracy when he unsuccessfully tried to kill the President but this is different." The Colonel nodded, still understandably shaken up the quick gunfight inside the hearing room. "We'll investigate your claims of a conspiracy as best as we can but this, unfortunately, will require assistance with the Republic."

Captain Talia Mayveri - Senate Guard and secret Revanite

Supreme Chancellor office - Senate Building, Senate District, Galactic City, Coruscant, Coruscant System, Core Worlds, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"

07:25:16 ATC/ Friday, July 24th, 1969 - 14:15/2:15 PM

"What do you mean that this didn't occur! I saw it before my eyes!" The Colonel snapped before his eyes widened with realization."You're apart of this, aren't you!?"

"Guards! Escort the Colonel outside." The Captain in charge of the Chancellor's security detail ordered. "We don't need a paranoid lunatic around Your Excellency and warning her about some unfounded plot!"

"Yes, sir."

Mayveri supervised the forced eviction of the meddlesome Earthling then immediately contacted Revan with an update.

"My Lord, we failed. Judging by our 'friend' my men are dealing with currently, both Americans have somehow successfully convinced the Investigating Committee of their findings and surely Patton knows about it by now. All we can do is delay them bureaucratically."

"Not a bad idea."

"My lord?"

"The combatants from Earth can work against us but if the Republic government or military is unable to assist them in countering us, then they can't do anything."

"What about the Colonel? We can't kill him as that would cause more suspicion, never mind keeping him against his will."

"Try to wipe his memories, use cocktails if you need to."

General of the Army Dwight David "Ike" Eisenhower - Head of the Coalesced Forces from Earth

Aboard the RNS Perseverance- Valor-class Cruiser

07:25:16 ATC/ Friday, July 24th, 1969 - 15:25/3:25 PM

"It seems like we can't do anything." Heinrich muttered as Ike read the documents from his desk. "Colonel Holland tried to get an appointment with the Chancellor afterwards but he came back bruised and didn't remember anything during and after his visit. In fact, he thought he completely missed the committee he was supposed to conduct."

"Obviously they have more supporters than we can count as it sounds like they infiltrated even the Chancellor's office." Eisenhower determined. "For all I know, the entire Republic naval crew aboard this very ship are Imperial infiltrators who are supportive of the two rogues." Ike doubted there was an underground cult worshiping a long lost man claimed by the two witnesses and instead was leaning more toward the Imperial infiltration theory per the official memorandum produced by the board he held in his hands yet he smirked as 'goose chase' came to mind. "We got to pretend it was a wild goose chase and there's no credible threat."

"Sir? How many people so far know about this datapad, other than us and the discoverers?"

"The Committee, the Guards of the Committee, one of the discoverer's fathers, and Krueger as I don't trust Konev. That's honestly it."

"Trust works both ways afterall." The aide nodded, understanding the wisdom of not giving the Commie everything. "Okay, so should I typed the report as inconclusive or…"

"Actually, have it as the datapad was damaged en route to the committee and therefore while we doubt the validity of said supposed elaborate conspiracy of a coup de'tat, we'll offer our open cooperation with the Republic and the neutral world of Manaan with the investigation."

"What about our actual response?"

"We need to find people we can trust without question, those who are not one of Saresh's yes men or a suspected undercover agent of whatever faction committed this and proceed from there. Also, I'm going to regret this but get Monty on the horn. I'm approving the proposal and his...specialist is now going to need to kill two birds with one stone."

Field Marshal Bernard Law Montgomery - 1st Viscount Montgomery of Alamein and Commander of Her Majesty's Commonwealth Forces of the 'True British Empire'

Aboard the RNS Perseverance- Valor-class Cruiser

07:25:16 ATC/ Friday, July 24th, 1969 - 16:19/4:19 PM

"Evening, sir." The requested individual in his sharp white collared undershirt with a bowtie and black tuxedo announced his presence at the doorway of Bernard's office, as if this was a movie set but by circumstances it was not.

"Agent Connery, please do have a seat." The Field Marshal greeted the exact man he had in mind for this critical assignment. "Would you care for some tea?"

"Please." The actor whose career in film had been put on hold smiled. It truly has been a long trip."

A British Second Lieutenant, who Sean assumed was an orderly, immediately exited the office to retrieve the desired refreshments, which also allowed the pair to conduct part of their meeting in private.

"I'm going to get straight to the point, Mister Connery, as I'm glad MI6 can spare you for this mission. The rest of the known universe is wackier than we have ever imagined so, I need you to kill two birds with one stone."

Sean raised an eyebrow at the use of the expression. "Kill two birds with one stone, sir?"

"General Eisenhower himself wants you to infiltrate the Supreme Chancellor's office as soon as practical, to uncover any plans she has regarding both Earth and the Empire. We also need you to find any evidence of infiltration either by the Imposters or these so-called Revanites in the high office as if the Chancellor is not a threat, these Revanites potentially will."

"I understand the Imposters but Revan-?"

"Revanites or…" Monty glanced at the sheet laid on top of his desk to confirm the designation. "The Order of Revan. Romeo-Echo-Victor-Alpha-November-India-Tango-Echo-Sierra."

"Revanites. Understood." The Scotsman nodded."Anything else I need to know?"

"We already have a detailed sketch of the Chancellor's office courtesy of the recollections from a few Military Policemen who escorted Eisenhower recently. Study them well but prepare for the unexpected."

"I will not fail." Sean vowed. "And I'll be sure to confuse the security cameras."

Montgomery snorted but the fact that Sean Connery himself ha literally become an operative after being convinced by Ian Fleming and Christopher Lee to take up the mantle and become an actual spy was either insane or ingenious.

'I pity those sentries about to undergo a psychological evaluation after seeing Mister Connery's mug.'