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Chapter 11: Known and Unknown Part III

Bespin System

Cloud City

Takeshi once again bulldozed through another group of B1 Battle Droids with his Flash Step, some droid parts even being launched into the air as he went. Shion was telekinetically grabbing and tossing the stragglers, and their two new allies were cleaning up the rest. "How's the evacuation coming?" Takeshi asked into his comlink once the latest group had been cleared.

"It's going good, and looks like it's almost done," Kiyane said. "The last transport shuttle just docked and we're loading it now. Just hold them off for a little longer and we can bail!"

"Understood," Takeshi replied. "Rostek, be ready to pick us up with the Elsa once the last shuttle's away. There won't be enough time for us to find a proper landing pad, but we'll try and at least find a decently-sized clearing - have T7 home in on our comlinks in order to find us!"

"You got it Takeshi," Rostek said. "But it's gonna be one hairy pick up - I've still got a shit-ton of Starfighters and Bombers all over the place and they've started to pick a grudge on me. Unless I can shake 'em, you'd better expect a hot pickup."

"Got it," Takeshi replied. "If we find a decent LZ, we'll make sure that it's clear of ground-based clankers at the very least."

"You do that," Rostek said before there was a sound of an explosion and he cursed. "Fuck, you're gonna need a new paintjob on the ship, Takeshi. Gotta go!" And with that the comm went silent.

Takeshi sighed. "That makes paintjob number… 200, I think?" he asked to empty air.

There were a couple minutes of silence before he continued, "Well, time to give my latest technique a test drive, I guess."

Another group of Battle Droids, B1s supported by a Large Spider Droid, came around the corner as Takeshi entered an Iaido stance, charging his Lightsabers with Force Energy. The blades started glowing even brighter as the droids closed.

As the droids began opening fire, their first blasts missing horribly, Takeshi let out a wordless roar of determination as he slashed out with his Lightsabers… sending out twin shockwaves of power that mowed down the attacking B1s and sliced through all four legs of the Spider Droid.

'Just a little bit more,' he thought, before he headed towards his next target.

Meanwhile - Altier System

Mandalorian mountain house

"Alright, so we got a lot of information from the Hegemony troops we captured," Jordan said, as he was once again gathered with Revan and the others. "We have two potential targets in our crosshairs now: The Orochi Mines, and the Royal Shipyards. Their systems are close to one another, but they're gonna be tough nuts to crack. They're both pretty far in Tridenius Territory, so we're gonna need a damn good plan to get in and out. Ideas anyone?"

Boc spoke up. "We could try an infiltration of the Shipyards, acquire some Hegemony uniforms, and then sneak in and begin causing some damage to critical parts, more precisely, the dry docks, assembly lines, and power generators," he said.

"That's one way," Revan said nodding. "But it would take time to find out where they keep the uniforms. And we also have to make sure the Hegemony has no other way of identifying who's one of their soldiers, and who's not. The Shipyards are likely to have high security for such infiltrations."

"The Troops also said the Shipyards are heavily defended..." Jordan pointed out. "Multiple Battle groups with three large Capital Ships per group. If we attacked with the Sith Fleet we have now, we could win, but we'd likely take a lot of casualties, something I'd like to avoid."

"What about the mines?" Dennis asked. "What about their defenses?"

Jordan sighed. "In space, there's not much aside from a small defense fleet," he said. "A quick strike could destroy it easily… on the ground, however, is a different story. They have numerous ground forces including armored battalions and security forces to make sure their slaves can't escape. All ships leaving and entering the planet are scanned thoroughly for anything unusual to find stowaways trying to escape, so sneaking it there will be difficult unless we can find a way to fool their sensors."

Boc groaned a bit, knowing it was going to be a tough nut to crack. But then another thought hit him.

"What about thermal exhaust ports?" he said. "They would be too busy protecting the vital areas that security will be lax enough to sneak a team in."

"Yeah, that is if we want to leave the other side as toasty crisps," Jordan said. "We'd need protective gear to get past the heat… hmm..."

"What are you thinking Jordan?" Dennis asked.

"What if… we could kill two birds with one stone?" Jordan asked, causing the others to look at him. "The Royal Shipyards have strong naval defenses, while the mines have a strong ground presence… the Sith couldn't do it alone, but maybe..."

"What are you getting at?" Revan asked, interested in seeing what he was saying.

"What if we struck them both, at the same time?" Jordan asked. "The Sith Fleet could attack the Orochi Mines, and crush the space force, and have teams infiltrate the ground and weaken their surface defenses for a ground assault? When the Orochi Mines calls for help, the closest place where they could get any assistance would be from the Royal Shipyards. So they leave the system to help out Orochi… leaving their own shipyards with weakened defenses. Then we can call in a second fleet that strike the Shipyards, and blast them to bits while their fleet is away heading for Orochi. When they discover the Shipyards are under attack, they will assume the attack on Orochi is a diversion, not a full invasion, so they will recall some of those forces to defend their shipyards, but by the time they show up, the fleet would have already done the damage, and then head for Orochi to assist the primary fleet, and destroy the Hegemony Fleet sent to help in the defense? It would confuse the Hegemony forces, not knowing what is the real target: Orochi or the Shipyards, when in truth both of them are our targets. "

Boc tapped his chin at that, and nodded. "Sounds like a plan," he said and smirked at Jordan. "You know Jorn, you would've made an excellent number two man for General Patton if you lived during the Second World War," he said, while Jordan blinked before smirking himself.

"Oh, but I did, Sir Werd," he said in the best Patton impression he could. "I did."

Boc, along with Revan, chuckled at that, while Shae blinked at that.

"Who the hell's Patton?" she asked, and Boc answered.

"Probably the most toughest, ruthless, smartest, and possibly the most ballsy son-of-a-bitch that ever graced the military history of Earth," he said.

"Crazy old bastard too, but he got shit done," Dennis said.

"I'll put it to ya like this Shae," Jordan said. "If Patton were born a Mandalorian… they would've won the Mandalorian Wars way quicker. And the Jedi would fracking tremble at just the sound of his name."

Boc nodded. "As many soldiers used to say if he was in their presence or even mentioned: 'God help us.' And let me tell you, his enemies, and his allies respected the HELL out of him, despite his aggressiveness. He was so famous they made a movie 'bout him in 1970… speaking of which, remind me to show you that when we go back to Earth, Shae. You'll love it."

Shae nodded at that. "I'll consider it."

The group then returned their focus to the mission. "Okay, now that we've got a plan, we're gonna need some more resources to do it," Boc said. "We need to keep Mandalorian Forces here in their territory. We don't want the Hegemony thinking they had a hand in this, just yet."

"We'd be best off trying to contact this Captain Gimura and General Fangral that Hana mentioned," Jordan said, sighing. "But it's gonna take time to find a way to safely contact them without them tracing us, plus we have to make sure that they would actually rally with us."

Boc looked like he was about to say something, however suddenly the Bunker's lights began to flicker on and off as if there were a power surge. Dennis sighed. "Puta madre(fucking a), what now?" he asked.

His question was answered as the holotable switched off the star map they were looking at, and they heard a female voice.

"I think I might be able to help you with your problem."

Jordan, Revan, and the others all got out their respective weapons as they searched for the source of the voice.

"Who's there!? Show yourself!" Revan demanded.

"Whoa, easy there hotshot,"the voice said again, and Jordan blinked as he felt it sounded familiar. "I'm just trying to help you."

"Yeah well, we don't know who you are," Boc said. "So why don't you come out?"

"Sure thing," the voice said, before the star map began to flicker back to life. However instead of showing the image of the galaxy… it showed the image of a woman, who looked rather young in her twenties, with neck-length hair and glowing eyes. However what they all noticed was that her body was glowing a light shade of blue constantly, almost looking as if lines of data were streaming down her body, and she was currently smirking at their bewildered looks. "Ta da!"

Jordan was the first to blink, and saw how this woman looked disturbingly similar to another fictional character he knew all too well. "C-Cortana…?" he muttered with wide eyes.

The woman looked at Jorn, with a raised brow. "Actually, my name is Kria. A Mandalorian A-Class combat, linguistic, and hacker A.I., at your service,"she introduced herself. "My creator was a member of the Lord Council of the Mandalorian Knights 80 years ago and this house used to be her residence… who is 'Cortana'?"

Jordan still looked a bit baffled, but he shook his head. "N-No one important right now, sorry," he said. "I didn't know the Mandalorian Union and Knights had AI's like yourself."

Kria nodded at that. "They did a hundred years ago, but the problem was the early models went rampant after only about 8 standard years," she said, and then sighed. "Of course, I'm a special case since Lady Itzos created me using her own living tissue, which included brain tissue, blood samples, and muscles."

"If that's true… then what happened to this Lady Itzos?" Revan asked. "And why were you left here?"

The A.I . sighed at that. "Lady Itzos is… or was one of the top military scientists the Union ever had, and was a skilled lightsaber duelist. Her main projects where mostly modernizing ships from the Mandalorian Wars, and the Great Galactic War. But her main specialty is Artificial Intelligence."

This caught the others attention, especially Jordan's and Boc's as they glanced at one another before looking back at her. "What happened to Lady Itzos?" Boc asked.

Kria looked solemn at that. "I wish I knew, she came to me one day and said that she had some… things to care of on Tatooine, and told me to remain here incase if anyone except the other Council members come here. She then left, and I haven't seen her since and assumed she died."

The others were completely curious by that.

"What could be on Tatooine that's important for her to leave the Union?" Shae asked curiously, and Kria answered again.

"I believe it has something to do with the Vod-class,"Kria said, making the eyebrows of the group go up.

"The… the Vod-class?" Jordan asked confused. "What is that?"

"Vod II, to be more exact,"said Kria as the holo image of a ship that reminded Jordan and Boc of the Venator-class Star Destroyer, but slightly different. "The Vod II Project was a secret program headed by Lady Itzos, when after she found a set of schematics dating back to the Mandalorian Wars. They are equipped with better engines centuries ahead of their time, and just one of these ships were fitted with enough weapons and starfighters to decimate a Republic Task Force."

"I've heard about these ships… well, the old version, at least," Boc said. "The original Vod-class served during the Mandalorian Wars, but not many ships of the class were built, the Mandalorians at the time focused on Kandosii and Jehavey'ir-type ships. But what does Tatooine have to do with this new version?"

Kria gave a smirk.

"Simple, it's the location of their construction shipyards," she said. "However instead of building the facility in Space, where it could be easily spotted, Lady Itzos built the facility under a mountain. Safe from the eyes of the Hutts and others who would misuse them."

Jordan glanced at Boc for a moment, who nodded before they both turned to the AI. "You've had no contact with Lady Itzos since she left for Tatooine?" Boc asked. "Not even transmissions?"

Kria shook her head solemnly. "No...not for a long time," she said. "I assumed something had happened, but I'm not sure what." she said.

"Do you know the precise location on Tatooine where this facility is?" Boc asked.

Kria nodded at that. "Hang on a moment," she said, as she closed her eyes for a moment, her body shifting from her default blue color to a lime green color for a few moments before opening her eyes and returning to normal. However appearing beside her was a image of the familiar planet of Tatooine, an Icon lighting up at a particular point of the planet. "This was the location of the facility," she said. "It may still be there, or at least the ruins of what use to."

Boc took a look at the icon and compared it to maps he remembered in his past life. His eyes then widened a bit.

"You've gotta be kidding!" he said.

"What?" Dennis asked.

"The location of where this facility is located is directly underneath Fort Tusken," Boc answered.

"Fort Tusken?" Jordan asked. "Hasn't that place been abandoned for like eighty years 'cause of Sand People raids?"

Boc nodded at that.

"Which makes it a good hiding place to put a facility under it. An abandoned fort will be the perfect cover," he said and then sighed. "It's gonna be a little tough, if that place is crawling with Tusken Raiders."

"It's nothing we can't handle," Jordan said. "Assuming there aren't too many Raiders there, and checking this place out might be a good idea. Besides, its gonna be at least a month until we can organize the official invasion, not to mention to find a way to contact all of the Tridenius rebels."

Boc nodded and looked at Kria. "Thanks for this info Kria. It was very helpful," he said and the A.I. smiled.

"It's the least I can do," she said and Boc turned back to the others.

"Since we made some good progress. I think it will be a good idea for all of us to head back home and rest. We still have families and the others back on Earth."

"Yeah," Jordan said nodding. "Though Ryu said he had something he needed to take care of first before he headed back. Something 'bout the intel we got from those Hegemony Troops. But anyways, you're right Boc. We should head back and make sure our families are alright."

Revan nodded in agreement. "It's best you inform the Council Lords you're returning to Earth, Boc. That way they won't suspect you of desertion or something like that."

Boc nodded at that. "I'll inform them tonight. And I'll talk to my mother and ask if she would like to stay or go with me. Though, I'm not sure how my mother back on Earth will react to my past mother being reincarnated into a wolf."

"That… is going to be a very interesting discussion," Jordan said with a light chuckle.

Boc glared at him for a bit before sighing.

"Well, let's hit the hay. Cause tomorrow, we're going home to rest up," he said and everyone nodded and everyone went to either one of the bunk rooms, or the bedrooms in the house.

Meanwhile

Bespin System

Takeshi, Shion, and their new companions had found a decent clearing big enough for the Elsa to land, and were currently working on clearing it of Droids, after reuniting with Laranth and Kiyane. Takeshi cleared out a group of B1s in his usual fashion, before asking, "Kiyane, has that last shuttle taken off yet?"

"Just did!" Kiyane shouted, firing her rifle at a platoon of B2 SBD's approaching. "Now we gotta get the hell out of here!"

"Right!" Takeshi replied. "Rostek, we're ready for pickup! We're in a fairly large clearing - home in with my comlink to find us! We'll keep the ground clear of Clankers as best we can!"

"Roger that!" Rostek shouted. "Just hang in there!"

"Understood!" Takeshi called out, before letting loose another shockwave attack from his Lightsabers, bisecting a large group of B1 and B2 Battle Droids.

Just then, the Elsa dived in from above, as it soared towards them before it entered into a hover, Its laser turrets went live as they opened fire, quickly gunning down the Droids that were slowly surrounding them as the loading bay hatch opened. "Come on, come on!" Rostek shouted. "Let's get out of here!"

"No need to tell me twice!" Takeshi replied as he leapt into the open hatch, Shion just behind him, followed by Kiyane, then Laranth, then Callista, and Hida brought up the rear as she used her jetpack to fly in.

"Get us out of here!" Takeshi shouted as he ran through the Elsa towards the cockpit as the loading bay closed behind them.

"Hang on to something!" Rostek shouted, as the Elsa spun around and launched forward into the air, flying away from Cloud City. As it soared away, however, a squadron of Vulture Droids were quick to follow as they chased them down, firing their lasers at them as they made their escape.

"Frak," Takeshi muttered as he saw the fighters coming up behind them. "We don't have time to stay here and dogfight, but if we run, they could follow us… and the Elsa's guns can't fire backwards…"

A beeping was heard on Callista's comm link causing her to look at it, before answering.

"Whoever this is, NOW is not a good time!" she said. "We've got-" However, she suddenly paused for a few moments, before she smirked. "About time you guys got here," she said, causing the others to blink as they looked at her. "Mind blasting these guys to galactic dust for us?" There was another pause as her smirk widened. "Perfect," she said as she turned it off.

Takeshi, Shion, and the others all blinked at Callista's call.

"Uh, who was that?" Kiyane asked, and Callista continued to smirk.

"Backup," she said, and moments after she said that, red laser fire arced towards the Vulture Droids, catching the Droid Starfighters by surprise as the shots blasted out of space half of their numbers. Soaring past them appeared a single freighter-type vessel, which began to turn around for another pass.

"WHO THE HELL!?" Rostek shouted. "Who was that!?"

"A friend of yours?" asked Takeshi, and Callista grinned a little.

"You can say that," she said, as the Freighter engaged the remaining Vulture Droids, firing Quad cannons in all directions as it moved around the Droid Starfighters, running loops around them.

"Well, whoever they are, they're tying up the Droids and giving us a chance to get out of here," Takeshi remarked, taking back control of his ship from Rostek. "So, Callista, any chance you can get us in touch with the Altisian Jedi?"

Callista smirked as she gestured to where the freighter was gunning down the Droids. "Who do you think they are?" she asked. "The rest of us should be nearby - though I believe it's best to hold off any official meetings until we find a safe place for the people we evacuated from Cloud City to stay."

Takeshi nodded. "Rostek, check the comms - are there other settlements being attacked by the Separatists, or is it just Cloud City?"

"Doesn't look like it," Rostek said, "but there is a lot of Sep comm chatter across the sector, so I wouldn't call this place safe just yet. If the Civilians headed to one of the other worlds here, there is a chance they'd get picked up by the CIS… and I don't want to know what they'd do to them."

Takeshi nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Shion. 'What do you think?' he asked her through their bond. 'Do we take the civilians with us to Tython?'

'Yeah,' she replied, also through their bond. 'Aside from Lehon, it's about the safest place we know of at the moment - plus, if the structures of that Twi'lek settlement are still there, it'd make at least a decent starting point for them to build from.'

'Indeed,' Takeshi thought back. 'Not to mention it would be a good chance to talk to the Altisian Jedi while on the very world our new order would be based from.' He began moving the Elsa spacewards. "Rostek, get on the line with the civilian transports, tell them to follow us and link their navicomputers to ours," he said, even as Shion began adjusting the navicomputer's Galaxy Map to point at Tython. "Callista, think you could get your friends and any other Altisian Jedi on the planet to follow us, as well? I doubt this planet is safe for you anymore, what with the Separatists practically on your doorstep."

Callista smiled a bit. "We're already way ahead of you," she said. "The Wookiee Gunner out there is evacuating along with the Chu'unthor from the sector with the rest of the civilians. I'll get them to sync their Nav Computers to your ship."

Takeshi nodded with a small smile. "That's good," he said as the ship broke free of the atmosphere and into space.

"Galaxy Map is set, Takeshi," Shion called out, and indeed, the Map had been zoomed in on the Tython System, the words JUMP OK superimposed over the image.

"Gotcha," Takeshi replied. "Once we've shaken off any additional pursuit, and are sure that the CIS won't be able to tell where we're going, and the other ships have properly linked to ours, we'll make the jump. On the way to our destination, Callista, Hida, we can fill you in on the situation as it is so far."

Hida and Callista both rose eyebrows at that, glancing at one another. "And what 'situation' might that be?" Hida asked.

Takeshi sighed. "Believe me," he said. "It's a loooooooooonnnng story…" A few minutes later, the Elsa linked up with the other vessels that evacuated from Bespin, and after ensuring no CIS ships were following them, they quickly made the jump to lightspeed, heading back to Tython.

Later - Lehon

Neo Sith Naval Base

"Wait, so… this is mine now?" Jordan asked Revan in shock, gesturing to the Fury-class Imperial Interceptor that was in the large hangar bay before them. It had been a few days since they left the Altier System leaving Dennis behind to hear the council's decision as they began planning for their insurgency into the Tridenius Hegemony and Rhand Imperium, and to catch a breather for a month. Revan had told Jordan that he had a few 'Surprises' for him in the hangar, and from the look on his face, Jordan was indeed surprised.

Revan smiled as he nodded. "Yes," he said. "Since I don't want you to become dependent on others for transportation across the galaxy, it's best for you to have your own starship," he said, gesturing to the Fury. "She's already been modified with modern standards of technology, and can keep up with pretty much anything the galaxy could throw at it. And it's got some simple stealth systems that - while not as effective against most sensors in the Republic, should be more than enough to keep you hidden from eyes of the people of Earth."

The look on Jordan's face was priceless as he had wide eyes, as he looked between the Imperial Interceptor, and then back to Revan… before he began to form a face-splitting grin. He had his own spaceship now! This was almost like a childhood fantasy come to life (more than it already has). The only way he could see this being any better is if he was given a freaking Star Destroyer.

"Master… thank you…" Jordan said with barely contained excitement "Thank you… so much…"

Revan chuckled a bit. "It's nothing, my apprentice," he said. "Just promise to take good care of it - these things are not easy to replace."

"I will," Jordan said as he looked at the ship. "Now, what to call you…" He stepped towards the starship, staring at where the cockpit was as he hummed in thought, scratching the bottom of his chin.

He thought about it for about a minute, before suddenly it struck him as he smiled. Of course, it was perfect. "From now on…" he said. "You are… the ISS Forthcoming Redemption."

Revan blinked before smiling. "A strong name... my Apprentice," he said, and looked at the ship again. "And may the Force be with you both."

Jordan nodded as he grinned. "Thanks," he said. "I can already tell… we're going to get along just fine."

"I hope we're not interrupting anything."

The Sith turned and saw Kal along with his adopted sons, and Etain walked over to them.

"Hey Kal," said Jordan. "You and the rest of the clan heading back to the Republic?"

Kal nodded at that. "Yup, we gotta head back before the GAR begins to wonder where we are," he said with a sigh. "Some of the others are staying though, don't want to leave you with zero help."

Jordan smiled. "Thanks Kal," he said, as he reached out his hand. "It means a lot, knowing we've got you covering our backs."

Kal smiled a bit as he shook his hand. "I should be thanking you, kid," he said. "With that info you gave us… hopefully we can use it to change the future on our end. And with Jango and the new True Mandalorians..."

"I know," Jordan said, before he blinked. "By the way, ehh… did Jango tell you about…?"

Kal sighed "Yes… about the second Clone Army..." he muttered, before he smirked a bit. "Don't worry… we've already had a nice… long… chat about that little bit of info."

"In other words, you and some of the others beat the shit out of him," Revan said in a deadpanned tone, while Kal nodded.

"Yeah. So where is Boc?" he asked and Jordan answered.

"He's training with Shae in the sparring room," he said. "Saying it as a way of... catching up." He just chuckled a bit as he shook his head. "We're all just waiting until we get word from Takeshi and Shion, we haven't heard back from them since they sent that message that they were leaving Coruscant for Iego. Once we get word from them, we'll all head back to Earth so we can continue with our plannings, and take a short breather from all of this, assure our families we're still alive and kicking."

Kal nodded at that.

"Agreed, I will also try to get in contact with some people. Smugglers, pirates, bounty hunters, and others that owe me favors," he said. "I'll have them come check up on you guys and Earth from time to time."

Revan and Jordan blinked a bit at that. "Wow… thanks, Kal," Jordan said. "We can take all the help we can get with this."

"We'll do what we can," Kal said with a nod. "But for now, we need to leave…" He paused for a moment, before he sighed. "Fuck it, may the force be with you." He added before he turned and headed towards their ship.

Jordan and Revan waved their goodbyes as Clan Skirata boarded their ship, which quickly took off from the station before launching up into the air. "Gonna miss having them around…" Jordan muttered.

"They'll be back eventually," Revan said. "When time allows them to… for now though, we have more important things to worry about."

"Hey, guys!" a voice called out, as the two of them turned to see Jessica run towards them. "I just got back from the Comm room, we got a message from Takeshi! He said he's making a quick stop at Tython, and he'll head back to Earth, but he said we don't have to wait for him."

Jordan and his Sith Master both nodded at that.

"Good, then let's prepare to head home ourselves, shall we?" he said, and then walked off to inform Boc and Shae of the situation.

Meanwhile - with Boc and Shae

Meanwhile, Boc and Shae were in the middle of an arena-like circle in the training area of the station, both of them in the middle of a sparring match, each of them kicking and punching when an opportunity arose between them. If someone who was a martial artist from Earth saw them sparring they would see the technique as a hybrid combination of the Greek Pankration, and the Japanese Shotokan style of Karate.

The two were in outfits that looked like a light training version of Mandalorian armor, though without the helmets, as they looked at each other.

"You're getting a little slow, cyar'ika," Shae said playfully as she blocked a knife hand strike from her lover.

"Well, you would, too, after spending nearly 25 years of a new life on a different planet," Boc said. "I've only just recently got my memories back, now it's a matter of getting my body back into shape with my mind."

Shae chuckled. "Of course. Still…" she then charged and grabbed by the arm and threw him to the ground.

"Ouch!" Boc groaned.

"That's gotta hurt," a voice said, causing both Shae and Boc to look up as Revan, Jordan, and Jessica walked into the sparring area. "Nice moves you got there, Shae," Jordan said, before he looked down at Patriot. "We got word from Takeshi, he's making a stop at Tython but he told us to head on home without him."

Patriot nodded at that. "Good, we've been gone from Earth for too long, my current Mom is probably worried sick," he said and Jordan chuckled.

"I'd assume so," he said. "At least my mother knows I left Earth for a new world - I'd hate to be in your shoes now, buddy."

Patriot sighed at that. "Don't remind me..." he said, then looked as his previous mother, who Jorn calls his "wolf mother" gave him a lick on the face, and then looked up at a smirking Shae.

"What?" he said questioningly.

"Oh nothing, just picturing how funny it will be to see BOTH of my future mother-in-laws meeting each other," she said, and then laughed at the faces that the two were giving her.

"Just remember to take pictures!" Jordan said with a chuckle. "Come on, it's a long ways back to Earth, might as well hit the road now."

The two nodded and got back to their feet, heading to the locker room to change.

"I swear, those three are gonna be the talk of the town back home."

A few days later

Earth

Behind the orbit of the moon of Earth, the Forthcoming Redemption popped out of Hyperspace, soon being followed by Slave I and Terran Dynasty as they soared past the moon, and made their approach towards Earth. In the cockpit of the Forthcoming Redemption, Jordan was behind the controls, with Boc, Shae, and Revan in the cockpit with him.

"Home sweet home," Jordan said with a smile. "Glad to see she's still in one piece."

Boc and Revan nodded in agreement, while Shae looked at the planet in front of them.

"Reminds me a bit of Alderaan," she said, while Boc smiled at her.

"Yup, although this planet's people are not yet united, and their politicians are thinking of stupid ways to make them even more pissed off," he said, and Shae sighed.

"Just like the Republic," she said.

"Sadly, yes," Jordan said, shaking his head. "Hopefully we can change that in the future, but more of that for later." He began moving the Redemption towards Earth. "Alright, beginning approach. Stealth systems are on, so no one can see us. ETA to the west coast in ten minutes."

Auberry, Fresno County

California

A woman in her late 40's to early 50's was pacing back and forth nervously in the room. She had dirty blonde hair, and brown, which had a look of panic in them.

'Of all the times…' she was thinking to herself. 'This can't be happening, god this can't be happening to me!'

"Hello!? Mom!?" a voice shouted, a voice she recognized. Her eyes widened as she ran to the front door, and there standing there was one of the reasons of her worry.

"Drew!" she shouted before she ran up and grabbed him in a hug. "Don't ever scare me like that again! I thought you were dead!"

Boc, meanwhile, blinked, before hugging his current mother in order to calm her down. He was glad to have switched out of his armor and wearing plain civvies clothes.

"I'm sorry about leaving without telling ya," he apologized. "But I was visiting a special center for people with Aspergers, and now I finally got a job and wanted to surprise you."

"Oh god, Drew..." his mother whispered, as she continued to hold him. "Thank god, you… but… it's Daniel, he's..."

The reincarnated Mandalorian blinked at that. "What? What's wrong with Daniel?" he said and his mother began crying again.

"A… A couple of soldiers from his unit came here a few days ago, they said there was an ambush…" she said, and Boc became worried for his older brother at the sound of that. "Drew… he's missing…"

Dead silence followed after those final two words. D.J. looked at his mother with wide disbelieving eyes, before he finally spoke. "M-Missing?" he asked. "W-what… what do you mean?"

"He's missing in action. Has been for a few weeks," said a voice, and D.J. turned and saw a man wearing an ACU multicam uniform, with the rank of Sergeant Major on the front. He looked to be in his late forties, and had the signature military buzz cut.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"Sergeant Major Alexander Davidson," the man said, sighing as he shook his head. "I was… in command of your brother's squad when the ambush hit… we got separated, and when the fighting stopped… we couldn't find your brother… or his body."

D.J. gritted his teeth at the info. "Where did it happen?" he growled, surprising his mother as she saw the look in his eyes. Davidson had the same feeling, as he saw the younger brother of one of his men give the impression of a wolf who had a vendetta.

"Somewhere in Afghanistan, close to the Afghan-Pakistani border, near Jalalabad," the Sergeant said. "That's about as much as I know, and can tell you… if your brother is still alive… it's more than likely he's been taken prisoner, and taken further into the mountains to wherever their base is."

D.J. didn't say anything, but his eyes hardened more, as bloody murder was on his mind.

"Mom, please excuse me. But I need to blow steam," he said pointedly and then walked outside, causing his mother to be concerned.

Outside the house

The sound of a fist hitting a tree, an oak tree to be exact, echoed throughout the foothills. The person would've yelled in pain, but D.J. didn't, instead he was thinking of how he would kill the bastards who had taken his brother.

After taking a deep breath, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a comm. link.

"Jordan, you there?" he said.

"Yeah, we're still here at the landing site," Jordan said. "What's up, man?"

"It's my brother…" he said. "He's MIA in Afghanistan."

There was a pause on the Comm, before Jordan spoke again. "Do you know where?" he asked, his voice immediately transforming from its normal cheerful self to a far more serious tone.

"Jalalabad. Near the Pakistani border," Boc growled. "He and the squad he was with were caught in an ambush. That's what the Sergeant Major who is at my house told me."

"Say no more," Jordan said. "We're prepped and ready to go here, we've still got Rav, Mij, Llats and Vhonte with us here, so they can help us once we pick Mij and Llats up back at base. "

"Right. I'll be there in ten minutes," he said and turned off the comm, until he felt Shae's hand on his shoulder and he grasped it in return, while he felt the muzzle of his wolfmother nuzzling his other hand.

"Boc…" Shae said, and he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

"It doesn't matter if I was reincarnated or not," he said. "Daniel is still my brother, no matter what. And if there is a chance in hell of me getting him back… I'll take it."

"We know, Boc," Merita said. "I may not know Daniel, but if he is your brother, then I will still consider him a son of mine." She then let out a loud growl. "And we will do everything we can to bring him back… and making those who took him pay for what they've done."

Boc blinked as his eyes briefly turned yellow for just a moment.

"One thing's for sure…" he said with ice in his tone. "Al Qaida, the Taliban, and every Islamic extremist son of a bitch in the Middle East has made one very BIG mistake…"

He then looked to the west towards the said region.

"They just fucked with a Mandalorian…"

Meanwhile - with the Others

Jordan sighed before he turned and left for the main hold of the Forthcoming Redemption, where most of the others were waiting. "Change of plans, everyone," he said, drawing their attention "Once we head to the East Coast, we gotta pick up Mij and Llats… and then we're heading for Afghanistan."

The others all blinked at that. "What's happening?" Revan asked.

Jordan sighed. "D.J.'s brother, Daniel, is Missing in Action," he said. "His team got separated from him, and now he's either lost in the Afghan wilderness, or captured by Taliban forces. So we're gonna go in - and see if we can find him."

The others' eyes all narrowed at that. "Do we know where he is?" Vhonte said.

"Near a town along the Afghan-Pakistani border, called Jalalabad," Jordan said. "It's the best place to start, so once we get the team together, we're heading in."

"Right," Jessica said nodding. "I'll get the Dynasty ready, I'll give you guys air support."

Jordan, however, shook his head. "No… not yet, at least," he said, causing Jessica to blink in surprise. "I need you to do something else for me… when we entered the system, the sensors picked up a weird contact in North America, somewhere in Canada. Normally I'd ask Ryu to investigate, but he and his team are not with us since they have that mission they said they needed to go on. So I'd like for you to take the Dynasty over there, scout out what's going on, and report back what you find. I just want to be careful about all of this."

She nodded. "Understood!" she said as she ran out of the main hold, heading back outside where the Dynasty awaited her.

"In the meantime, once D.J. gets back here with Shae and his mother, we're heading back to base to pick up Mij and Llats, then we're heading to the Middle East," Jordan said. "And when we find Daniel, if the Taliban caught him first… we're going to kill every one of those bastards between him and us." He then grinned ferally. "We're going to teach them the hardway that it was a big mistake to fuck with the Mandalorians."

Every Mandalorian of the group grinned at that, knowing they were gonna have some fun.

Then, they heard a beeping, causing the group to blink, and Jordan reached into his pocket and picked out the comm Agent K gave him.

Raising an eyebrow, he shrugged as he walked away, hitting the activation switch. "Jordan here," he said. "That you, Agent K?"

"Who else? Glad to hear you're back on Earth, kid," Agent K said. "Did you make contact with Revan?"

Jordan smiled. "Indeed I did," he said. "And that's not all we found. Jango-fucking-Fett is still very much alive, and leading an army of Mandalorians and Clones in the Unknown Regions."

"Wait, WHAT?!" the voice of Agent J then responded. "How the hell i- ya know what? Screw it; I don't want to know. But I DO want his autograph… or whatever they call it out in space."

Jordan chuckled a bit. "Sure, I'll see what I can do," he said. "And for the record: He faked his death at Geonosis. The person Mace killed? That was a Clone body-double. Jango's been working with a group called the Mandalorian Union for a while now, they're made up of Mandalorian Survivors dating back all the way to the Mandalorian Wars nearly 4,000 years ago. Me and Revan are in the process of working up an alliance with them against another faction called the Tridenius Hegemony, and the Sorcerers of Rhand."

An audible sigh could be heard through the comm-channel before K once again picked back up. "That's… good news, kid. If ANYTHING, it'll mean one less potential threat to contend with along with-"

"Hitler's long lost space wizard uncle?"

"WOULD YOU GE-" The only sounds heard afterwards were a series of shouts and curses mixed in with the garble of static.

Jordan sighed as he shook his head. "By the way, it's a good thing you two called when you did," he said. "I could use your help in a little Rescue Op we're about to pull off in Afghanistan."

"Now son, I hate this kind of pointless violence as much as any other sane person, but unfortunately, MiB regulations clearly state th-"

Jordan sighed. "I know, you guys focus on alien threats," he said. "But I'm not asking for MiB's direct help, just things like satellite images and recordings. D.J.'s brother is MIA in Afghanistan - D.J. is the guy I told you is a reincarnated Mandalorian Knight. We're not leaving him there where the Taliban could find him. I'm just asking if you have any satellites, known Taliban base locations, or anything in that area to give us a good idea as to where we could find his brother if the Taliban had already caught him - specifically around the Afghan town of Jalalabad."

An uneasy silence soon followed suit before an almost uneasy K responded with, "I'll see what we can pull up. Give us a minute."

Jordan let out a breath of air that seemed to convey elevated stress, something that Revan picked up right away.

"Calm yourself, Jordan," Revan said. "He said he'd try."

"I know…" he said, shaking his head. "It just sucks how protocol and rules prevent a REALLY helpful group like MiB from helping out when we need them in times like this."

"I'm sure they feel the same way. Peace is never easy to achieve… but that doesn't imply that it isn't worth fighting for. Your world may take some work to achieve that level of peace, and in some ways, however small, things gradually begin to take form. I think I understand their motives to keeping their organization a secret. I expect you've heard this quite often, but people very often fear what they don't understand. Despite all they've done for the galaxy, some still fear the Jedi simply because they are not like themselves. Some have managed to learn to see past this "immature" viewpoint, but like with growing up, it takes time."

"Yeah…" Jordan said with a small shrug. "And with all that's been happening lately, maybe Earth's finally taking its next steps to become… more."

Revan nodded. "Perhaps," he admitted. "I'd very much like to think so. It's such a beautiful world; full of history, emotion, life. I'm not sure if you've noticed or not, but it's very strong with the Force."

Jordan smiled as he nodded, knowing that he's felt the force across the planet before. However he then blinked as a thought occurred to him. "Wait…" he said. "Then why can't others here feel it? How can I,for that matter?"

Revan's response was interrupted by the sudden return of K's voice.

"Jordan, you still there?"

Jordan pressed the receive button to issue a reply. "Yep. Got any specs we can use?" He asked.

"That, and I also got you one better,"Agent K said. "We at MiB are prohibited from interacting with combat that has no interplanetary origin, but we got ahold of someone who can work their way around that rule. I'll patch you through in a moment."

Only static could be heard for about seven seconds, right before a voice occupied the transceiver once again.

"This is Aayla Secura of the Jedi Council of the Galactic Republic. Am I currently addressing Jordan Tackett?"

Jordan visibly recoiled as he looked at the Commlink with wide eyes. "Umm, yes, this is Jordan Tackett," he said, before he covered the mouthpiece and whispered to Revan, "What the actual FUCK?"

Revan simply shrugged as Jordan sighed before removing his hand. "So… this is the Jedi Knight Aayla Secura, right?" he asked. "I mean, uhhh… how much do you know?"

"I've seen all six movies and know about the franchise that they exist in, if THAT'S what you are asking," Aalya confirmed. "Why don't we discuss this face to face so we can get better acquainted? I'll send you my coordinates."

A noticeable ping-like sound was heard emitting from the console no less than 2 seconds later. Jordan took a quick glance at the geographic readings of their ship's current location and soon found a small red dot displayed on the far eastern side of the continent.

"Hold up…" Jordan said taking a second or two to focus on the map. "That can't be…"

"It is." Aayla's voice responded. "You'll be cleared to enter, so no need to worry about flying under radar."

"Umm… ok, then. We may need to pick some friends up first. We work as a team and as a family and I doubt they'd want to be left out on something like this," Jordan said with determination.

"Very well, if that is what you think is best. We'll be expecting you shortly. Secura out."

Static returned once again to the speakers. Jordan meanwhile, was attempting to not have a heart attack out of sheer surprise. "Aayla Secura is here… and she's at…" Jordan began, before he shook his head. "After all the shit I've been through these past few weeks, this really shouldn't be as shocking."

"Anything unexpected can be sure to shock almost anyone, my apprentice," Revan said with a small smirk. "Imagine my shock to when I learned about my entire galaxy's history existing as an entertainment franchise here."

"Yeah, I can imagine," Jordan said with a small smirk, as at that very moment D.J. walked into the Redemption, along with Shae and his mother. "Guys, we're gonna be taking a slight detour after we pick up Mij and Llats. We… may be getting some help."

Boc and the others blinked in surprise. "Where? And Who?" Boc asked, and Jordan sighed.

"You'll see when we get there…" he muttered as he walked back towards the cockpit, muttering something about 'Stupid Government secrets'.

Later that Day

United States east Coast

It was a simple and easy pick-up back at where Jordan and clan Skirata had set up their base, picking up Mij and Llats. They had also had Boba keep Slave I at base while he and Sintas remained onboard the Forthcoming Redemption as they now headed north up the east coast. Even though MiB said they were clear, they still had the Redemption's stealth systems on to avoid being detected by the standard radar, sensors and visuals of the people of earth.

No reason for the Army, Marines, or the Air Force to blow them out of the sky.

"I wonder what we will be expecting once we get there," said Boc, as he looked at the window. "And I also hope it's quick, cause Daniel doesn't have time."

Shae looked at where Jordan flew the Redemption."You still haven't told us where we're going." she said, and Jordan sighed as he looked out the window.

"We're almost there," he said. "Look out the left window."

The two looked outside, and D.J.'s eyes widened at what he saw.

"What the… fuck?" he said as he spotted the city below, as he recognized multiple white structures and buildings across the city. "Washington DC?"

"Yup," Jordan said with a sigh, as he nodded his head forward. "And look where we're heading in DC."

D.J. blinked and looked in Jordan's direction before gaping.

"You gotta be kidding me." he said in shock as he saw a familiar pentagon shaped structure. "The Pentagon? The U.S. Military's command headquarters?"

"Yup," Jordan said. "And apparently… it's also the HQ for MiB as well."

"...attention, ship ID'd as Forthcoming Redemption," A voice suddenly said on the Comm. "We have you on our schedule. Please disengage your cloak - don't worry, we have our own raised around you. No one will see you. Follow instructions for landing."

Jordan clicked the Comm switch. "Copy that, disengaging cloak," he said as he did as instructed "Show us where to park."

There was a small chuckle on the comm. "It'll be pretty obvious," the voice said, before Jordan looked out with the others, and everyone's eyes widened as they suddenly saw the central part of the Pentagon begin to open up, like a hidden hatch underneath the building, revealing a massive complex inside.

"...Okay, did NOT see that coming," D.J. said, as he saw the hatch open.

"I wonder how much they spent to build that under there?" said Boba.

"Taxpayer dollars at work, my friend," Jordan said as he put them through the landing process. "Lots and lots of taxpayer dollars. You don't think they spend ten thousand dollars on a hammer, or twenty-five thousand dollars on a toilet seat, do you?"

Boba and the other non-Earthlings all blinked at that.

"What?" said Sintas and Shae.

"Long story…" said Jordan as he focused on flying the Redemption down through the hidden Pentagon entrance as lights guided them down until they reached a clearing at the bottom designated as their landing point.

After the ship, entered the top door shut and the room became illuminated by lights.

"So… what do we do now?" Shae said curiously, as the Redemption moved and landed on the landing pad.

Jordan sighed as he stood up from his seat. "Now… we say hello to MiB and Aayla," he said. "And hopefully get some answers as to what the heck is going on here…"

A minute later, the boarding ramp of the Redemption lowered down, allowing for Jordan and the others to disembark, giving them a good look at the area surrounding them. He could see dozens of men and women wearing the classic MiB uniforms going through the base, carrying out their own assignments. He could also make out a few alien species within the hangar, as well, some seemed familiar, while others he has never seen before.

"Damn…" said D.J, awe clearly on his face as he saw the numerous aliens and black suited humans milling about.

"So this is MiB Headquarters…" Jordan muttered. "Feels… bigger than the one in the movies…"

"You can't get everything right with the movies," a voice said, as the group turned to see Agents J and K approach them.

Jordan smiled. "Hey Mr Smith, Mr Jones," he said, being met with blank stares from the two agents.

"We're not Tommy Lee Jones or Will Smith," Agent K muttered. "I don't know how many times we have to go through this. We just look like them - it's a coincidence!"

"Sure, whatever you say, guys," Jordan said, with a light chuckle.

"Anyways, nice armor there," Agent J said, as he saw Jordan's armor. "Ain't that the Starkiller armor from Force Unleashed?"

"Yup," Jordan said, nodding. "Made it myself, with all sorts of new features."

Agent J nodded, before he and K turned to Revan. "Shit… you weren't kidding…" he muttered, "That's… you really are Revan…"

Revan chuckled a bit "Yes… reports of my death have been… greatly exaggerated." He said, before his expression quickly tuned serious. "But, we don't have time for simple idle chit-chat I suppose. I trust you're here to take us to Miss Secura?"

The two agents nodded, as Agent K motioned for Jordan and the others to follow him. It took them a while until they arrived at an office, that reminded him of the one that Zed used when he was head of MiB. Inside they were greeted by two figures. The first whom they all recognized as the Rutian Twi'lek Jedi Knight Aayla Secura, looking just as she does in the Clone Wars series, and in the movies. However standing next to her was a surprise to all of the others, that being a female Mirialan wearing a set of black Jedi Robes - as Jordan and the others quickly identified her as being none other than Barriss Offee, a Jedi Padawan to Luminara Unduli.

'Holy shit…' were the combined thoughts of D.J., Jordan, and everyone who was a Star Wars fan. It was Jordan who recovered first as he stepped forward and smiled. "Master Secura and Barriss… gotta admit, it's an honor to meet both of you."

Both of the Jedi nodded. "Nice to meet you as well, Mr Tackett," Aalya said, with a small smile. "Though I am guessing you have a few questions as to why me and Master Unduli's Padawan are on your planet and how long have we been here."

"Yeah, kinda confused about that… yet I feel like we shouldn't be surprised," Jordan muttered. "At this point we should be prepared to see a vegetarian rancor and a hutt doing a backflip!"

"Oh come on, it's not that bad," Revan said with a small smirk.

"Not bad?" Jordan asked incredulously. "In the span of a few months, not only have I discovered Star Wars is in fact real, but Men in Black as well, two of my friends turning out to be reincarnated Jedi and Mandalorians, and now we have a big ass wolf talking to us like Professor Xavier from X-Men!" He then glanced at said wolf. "No offense, Merrina."

"None taken," Merrina said with a shake of her paw. Aayla, however, looked at the wolf in surprise, as did the MiB Agents, who looked at Merrina with wide eyes behind their sunglasses.

"Uhh… what?" Agent J said. "Is she a Remoolian like Frank?"

"No, she's my mother," Boc said, causing everyone who did not know before hand to look at him incredulously as he sighed. "It's… complicated, it involves the Force, reincarnations… the usual."

The Jedi Knight and the MiB agents could only look dumbly for a few moments before shaking themselves of their stupor.

"Uh… right. Anyways, the reason we called you here was because of Master Secura here, and also, we found a place for a permanent base for any Mandalorians or whatever people you bring here," Agent K said.

Jordan and Boc both looked at him in surprise, before glancing at each other, and then back to the Agents. "We'll… get back to that subject," Jordan said, before turning to the Twi'lek and Mirialan Jedi in the room. "But right now, we're all very curious as to why you two are here… and how did you get here to begin with?"

Aalya sighed a bit. "It's… a long story," she said, "but I will try to make this brief. You are aware that Senator Riyo Chuchi has gone missing?"

Both Boba and Sintas blinked at that, as did Jordan and the others. "Yeah… we've heard," Jordan said. "Boba and Sintas were hired by her father to find her."

"Yes, well, the Jedi Council decided to get involved with the search as well," Aayla said. "Considering how Riyo is a strong supporter of the Order, they sent me and Padawan Offee here to investigate her last known coordinates. However… there was an error in our Hyperdrive coordinates, and we nearly crashed here on Earth."

"We had to make an emergency landing," Barriss continued. "So we landed in North America, in the state of Georgia."

"Alright," Jordan said nodding. "But how did you end up here at MiB Headquarters?"

"Well, a few weeks after our crash landing, two men in black suits with VERY opposite dispositions came knocking at our doorstep with the intention of recruiting us to the cause of helping avert the downfall of BOTH our two societies," Barriss explained. "Needless to say, we had found out on our own about the history of our galaxy spanning back thousands of years and expanding some several years into the future and at first, we weren't entirely sure on where to go from there."

"That is until we met Agents J and K and learned of MiB's previous interactions with the Jedi Order," Aayla elaborated. "I was especially surprised at their deep connection and centering with the Force, despite the fact that they've never received official Jedi training."

"Long story short, normally we would've ended up Neuralizing them, but then you and your friends popped in and changed everything," Agent K said, with a small sigh. "Since then… Miss Secura and Offee have been helping the U.S. Government through MiB in more… domestic threats that MiB can't deal with."

Jordan looked at Aayla. "So that's why you believe you can help us find Boc's brother?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Yes," she said. "We've been in Afghanistan a few times already, disguising ourselves as normal humans thanks to hologram technology. We know the area very well, and have access to some satellite images which should help us."

Boc nodded at that. "That's good, it will help us find Daniel faster…" he said, as his hand touched the hilt of his lightsaber. "…and take out a Al Qaeda cell in the process."

"Hopefully, yes," Aalya said. "But time is short, so I suggest moving quickly, and hopefully we can save your brother before the Taliban find him."

Boc nodded. "Oh, I intend to make the Taliban who chased him rue the day they messed with my family," he said. "As the saying goes, never mess with a Mandalorian. Especially one that can use the Force."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Jordan said with a grin. "Let's kick the tires, and light the fires!"

Meanwhile - In Canada

Jessica's starfighter blazed overhead, the stealth coating keeping it hidden from sight. Her eyes were already scanning the radar for anything out of the ordinary, but nothing was present.

"That's odd… I was sure something would be here…" she murmured.

Suddenly, an alarm began to wail. She perked up and she reached over, tapping the screen where it was flashing. The screen popped up in front of her and she stared in shock at the spike in energy readings coming from the sensors. "Well… I guess I did find something after all!" she remarked.

Jessica banked her fighter to the left and blazed towards the spot, her eyes narrowed as she activated the camera sensors. The energy readings were growing larger and finally they peeked, indicating that something was happening. As she sped closer, she was surprised to be buffeted by a large gust of wind that threw her fighter off balance slightly.

"What's going on?!" she cried.

The DAINASTI system stirred in her mind and a voice popped into her head. Unknown energy surge detected. Activate shield.

She didn't know why, but it seemed like a logical course of action. She activated the defense shield just in time as a surge of energy hit the barrier. She grimaced and gritted her teeth as she poured on the power.

Incoming transmission detected.

Jessica glanced at the comm, surprised that it was coming in just as the system had predicted. She tapped the comm button. "Terran Dynasty to unknown transmitter! What's going on?"

"Help!" a voice cried. "I… I'm being attacked by a crazed berserker!"

Her eyes widened as she realized something was up. "Who are you? And why are you being attacked?"

The man was about to answer, only for a scream to echo over the comm. Then it went dead.

She gritted her teeth and within her mind the system stirred, her eyes starting to glow. "Oh, no you don't!" she muttered. "No one is gonna get hurt on my watch!"

The screens flashed blue green as the system acronym appeared on the main monitor. DAINASTI System - Activated.

Jessica sped through the gusting wind before it died down, revealing the suburbs of North Bay. And right in the area was a ship that did not look like anything she recognized, but it was definitely a fanblade type. Next to it was a house and right there in the middle of a crater made by energy was a man standing at 6 foot 4.

The man was clearly pissed about something. For a moment, she wondered if he was even the one who owned the ship. But when she saw another man clad in armor with a helmet missing, she realized that her assumption was wrong. Her gaze finally landed on another person close by, and the young woman was surprised to see that it was an elderly woman who looked as if she had been shot in the chest with a blaster bolt.

And the man was clearly pissed at her loss.

The armored man, who she guessed was a bounty hunter, was shaking and more from fear than anything.

The man looked between the elderly woman and the hunter. His rage could clearly be felt, and when he finally stopped looking at the woman's body, he glared at the hunter. "I…" He narrowed his eyes and started walking toward the scared man. "Am going to fucking KILL YOU." The hunter tried to run, but something knocked him down. It was rather surprising to Jessica, mostly because the man used the Force to trip the hunter and keep him from running.

"You're not running, you son of a bitch," the man growled. "You think you can hurt a hair on a member of my family's head and get away with it?! You think you can kill my FUCKING GRANDMOTHER and live to talk about it?! THINK AGAIN, ASSHOLE!" He grabbed the hunter's head and began beating it into the ground, using his weight (and he had a lot of weight) to begin cracking the poor bastard's skull open.

Jessica stared in shock before he glanced up, rage still on his face. "Shit!" she blurted. She swerved and flew towards the area, shield still at max as she landed.

"Wait!" she cried. "I'm not an enemy!"

He looked at her, halting his beating of the hunter, who was more than likely going to die. "Who the fuck are you?!" He demanded "If you're with this asshole, I'm more then willing to kick your ass, too!" He stood up before planting his foot on the hunter's head. "And if you even THINK of hurting anyone in there, they will sing SONGS about the pain I'll inflict on you!"

"I'm not an enemy at all!" Jessica said, her eyes still dimly glowing with the DAINASTI system. The shield remained up as she leapt out of her fighter. "My name is Jessica Miller. I…" She hesitated as she racked her brains for anything that may be of use. She finally held up her hands and the shield dropped. "I...I just wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss."

The man kept a wary eye on her, and she took that as a sign to continue. "I'm with the Neo Sith Empire," she said. "And we're not the enemy. If anything, we're trying to make the galaxy a better place."

His eyes narrowed further. Clearly, he knew about what she was talking about. "The only time the Sith ever tried to make the galaxy a better place was when Palatine turned the Republic into the Galactic Empire! And that was in another fucking universe!"

"Please!" Jessica pleaded. "This is no joke! That guy you attacked... he's from that very universe! And it's all real! I was surprised just like you were when I found out!"

He glanced at the dying hunter, then at Jessica. Then he looked at the woman's body, whom Jessica guessed was his grandmother. "Hide that ship of yours and get inside." He said, "You have a lot of explaining to do."

She nodded. She leapt back into the cockpit and pressed the stealth button.

The ship vanished from sight as she leapt back out. "All right."

Both headed inside the house.

A woman with long brownish red hair and a man with graying black hair and a beard were inside, scared out of their minds. "Ronnie, what-"

"Aunty, relax. She's not with that bastard." The man said, "Although I'm not sure what the hell's going on anymore…"

"I can sort of explain what's happening," Jessica said. "But… I'm not entirely sure myself, to be honest. So, long story short, Star Wars is real, and the Galactic community may be getting suspicious of new life existing in the Unknown Regions. Right now… myself, and some of my friends, are forming a new group called the Neo Sith. Basically we are wanting to ensure Earth's protection against threats from the rest of the galaxy, and, in our leader's words, 'Redeem the name of the Sith'. We also hope to unite Earth into a formidable space-faring people so they themselves can stand against the galaxy if need be. But the main problem is that right now we have to deal with the Clone Wars. We hope to stop the war before Order 66 goes out, thus starting the Galactic Empire, and before they find out about Earth, and we also have to save the universe in a sense."

She hesitated. "My friends are named Jordan Tackett, D.J. Cobb, Takeshi Yamato, Dennis Nieves-Diaz, and Tom Johnson, all from ," she added.

Ron rose an eyebrow at that. "Odd," he said. "I'm a member of that site, and I've never heard of any of you. Then again, pen names and all that." He walked over to a couch and sat down beside a large brown sugar-colored cat and began petting it.

"Their pen names are 117Jorn, Takeshi Yamato, DragonKnightRyu, Patriot112… not sure about Dennis though… and I'm Titanic X on there," Jessica said as she stepped a bit closer to the couch, but kept a distance.

"Still don't know any of you," he said as he kept petting the cat, and he started to calm down, although any idiot could tell it was anything but calm. His grandmother was clearly close to the center of his world.

"We'll get to know each other soon," she said. "And…" She looked down. "I'm sorry about your loss. I… If only I had been here sooner!"

"It's my own fucking fault," Ron said, shaking his head. "10 minutes after I get here, that fucking bastard shows up and starts yelling about one thing or another. I went out to go find out what the fuck he wanted, my grandmother followed me and he shot her. Then shit got REALLY weird and the only thing I remember is rage. Lots and lots of rage," the man said.

"I remember that one…" Jessica added. "I… I sort of picked it up on my ship's sensors. So I went to go check it out." Then she remembered something. "Say, what's your name?"

He smiled sadly. "Ronald Peter Albert Pinkerton. On Fanfiction, I'm Ron the True Fan."

"Nice to meet you," Jessica said. "Anyway, like I said, sorry for your loss. Want me to help, well… bury her?"

"No." He said shaking his head. "I need to call my brother and get him over here now. I'm in way over my head on shit like this."

"All right. But…" Jessica threw a card to him and he caught it. "If you ever want to join up, just contact me on my ship's comm frequency."

"And how the hell do you expect me to contact you?" Ron asked, "No communication device. What, you think I can pull a Scotty out of my ass and just MAKE one?"

Jessica shook her head and pointed at the hunter's ship. "You can use that," she said. "It's gotta have a Commlink system in it. Plus since it's got stealth cloaking, you can hide it."

"If anything, I'm destroying that fucking thing. But first…" He walked back outside, and Jessica got the feeling that he wasn't finished with the bounty hunter just yet.

Jessica turned away, not wanting to see the outcome.

A loud scream made her cover her ears and she was glad she did.

Ron came back in a few minutes later. "Word to the wise…" he said in a far too calm voice. "Stay the fuck away from my family."

Jessica nodded. "I'll remember that!" she said.

Later - Pakistan/Afghanistan Boarder

Forthcoming Redemption

Shortly after getting all they needed from MiB, the Forthcoming Redemption took off from DC and made its way to the town of Jalalabad, Afghanistan. It flew over the Pakistani border, both its visual and sensor stealth systems active making it impossible to see both to the naked eye and the Radar systems of any nation on earth.

In the main hold of the Redemption, Jordan was now clad in his full Mandalorian/ARC Trooper Armor set, armed with his DC-15A Blaster Rifle, DC-17s Blaster Pistols, and of course his two lightsabers hung on his belt. Before him was the rest of the assembled team of Mandalorians, Sith and Jedi, all of whom were gathered around the holotable in the center of the room which displayed a detailed holographic map of the area around Jalalabad.

He saw D.J., still clad in his armor, but had decided to leave his lightsabers on board, while he still used the Force-imbued katana, which was on his back. His helmet was removed, and he saw the reincarnated Mandalorian's eyes burning with rage and determination. Shae and Merrina stood at either side of him, as the former was preparing her own weapons.

"We were fortunate that there was a satellite over the area at the time, so we have a good idea where to look," Aayla said. "The area where Daniel's squad was ambushed should be about right here," she pointed at a small highlighted area near the base of a mountain. "That's as good as a place to start looking as any."

D.J. and Jordan looked at the highlighted area, seeing that it was not far from a Pakistani Air base just 10 miles from the border.

"Those Zealots use the U.N.'s rules of engagement bullshit to their advantage and jump back and forth across the border, between Afghanistan and Pakistan, knowing that the U.S. and NATO Forces stationed here are not allowed to fire into the latter," the Mandalorian Knight said in distaste.

"Yeah," Jordan said, before he grinned. "But we are Mandalorians, not NATO or UN, so we don't need to play by their rules. Once we land, we will split up in small teams and look for any traces of your brother and Taliban forces." He turned to Merrina. "Ma'am, you think you might be able to pick up Daniel's scent? You know… being a wolf and all?"

He could mentally feel the smirk from the wolf.

"I already got a sample scent, and I can track him anywhere, even when he's either hiding in a tree, or hiding in a cesspool," she said. "Just land so I can get searching."

Jordan smiled as he nodded "That's good," he said, before he turned to the others. "Alright everyone, once we land, our priority is finding Daniel and bringing him home. When we run into Taliban forces, we can leave no survivors - we don't want anyone finding out about the technology we have, especially on the off chance any of them have seen Star Wars."

Everyone nodded at that. Boc, more rigidly, wanting to get down on the ground and look for his older brother, and kill any Al Qaeda and Taliban junkies on those mountains. And he will do it by either blasting, eviscerating, decapitating, impaling, electrocuting, crushing, suffocating, imploding, exploding, or any other way of killing he could dish out on the bastards.

"Kria, how's the systems going?" Jordan asked, as the holographic image of Kria appeared before them. They had decided to take Kria out of the bunker and downloaded herself into theForthcoming Redemption to act as a shipboard AI for the vessel.

"Stealth systems are running, and the skies are clear," Kria said. "We're all alone out here. I am detecting numerous bits of radio chatter, but most of it are civilian lines."

Jordan nodded. "Just keep your eyes and ears open," he said. "You'll be our eye in the sky for this mission, use the sensors of the Redemption to look for anything unusual, and keep us posted."

Kria nodded at that.

"Gotcha."

Meanwhile, on the Ground

A lone figure was running through the woods, as others were only a few hundred yards behind them. They were wearing a U.S. Army Multicam ACU uniform, with a ballistic plate carrier with various magazine pouches attached to it. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!' The figure shouted mentally as he ran through the woods, before diving into a small dirt ditch, before proceeding to run along the ditch in cover.

Daniel Cobb was, in all intents and purposes, running for his life. Just a few days ago his platoon got caught in an ambush of Taliban forces, and in all of the confusion he got cut off from the rest of his team. What was worse was that a few Taliban forces had managed to catch up to him, and captured him… for a short while at least.

While they were taking them back to their base in the mountains, D.J managed to overpower one of the guards, killing him and another insurgent before stealing his weapon before making a run for it. Hence why he was now running through the forests of Afghanistan, wielding an AK-47 with a handful of spare clips with Taliban forces hot on his trail.

'Dammit! How the hell did this shit happen!?' he mentally asked in frustration. 'First I get cut off from my guys, then got captured, and now I'm on the run from a bunch of Hajis!'

A bullet hit the ground next to him, caused him to hit the deck as the sounds of shouting and gunfire echoed not too far. 'I'm not dying here,' He thought as he stood back up as he continued to run. 'I didn't die in the ambush, I sure as hell ain't dying here!' One Arabic voice shouted out behind him, as he spun around and fired a shot from his rifle, killing a man with a AKM who jumped in the trench to follow him, dropping him quickly before he continued to run.

He could hear more voices getting even closer, as they were practically on top of him now. 'You're not getting me, dammit!' Daniel thought. 'You sure as hell won't-'

Suddenly, there was a sound of an explosion over the trench, followed by a series of screams of pain, as one body of an Arabic man flew into the ditch, crashing into the ground with a burned body, unmoving.

"HOLY SHIT!" Daniel yelled out, and looked back behind him. And his eyes widened at what he saw. Besides the bodies of the dead Taliban, he saw them shooting at something coming from the woods.

Suddenly, emerging from the woods appeared several shadowy figures, several of which were running ahead of the others. And then suddenly from their hands ignited multi-colored blades of energy - which if Daniel didn't know better, he would've thought they were lightsabers, as they lead a charge at the Taliban, all the while twirling and spinning their swords as if they were blocking the shots sent their way.

One figure in particular, was wearing a familiar looking armor he had only seen in a certain movie series, as the said person got close to one of the Taliban, grabbed him by the throat, and stabbed the Jihad Zealot with a katana sword, which, unless he was going crazy, was glowing a silvery white, through the stomach.

Another figure jumped up incredible heights, dual-wielding a pair of pistols he had never seen before, and fired what he could only describe as lasers out of them which nailed two more Taliban soldiers in the head, before landing on the ground and spinning around, firing his pistols repetitively, scoring a hit every time.

Daniel could only gape as he saw the two armored men virtually destroy the Taliban Fighters who were chasing him. As he looked at the armor, a name clicked into his head in remembrance.

"N-No way...that's not possible!" he said to himself, unable to believe it.

"Down!" a voice shouted, as Daniel found himself shoved to the ground, narrowly avoiding a shot from another Taliban soldier. However the soldier was quickly killed by the man wearing similar armor, only in his right hand he held a laser pistol, and in his left he had a black and red…well as much as he couldn't believe it, but a black and red lightsaber!

"We'll handle these guys for ya," the voice said. "Just sit tight, buddy! You'll be out of here in no time."

Daniel was quiet for a moment, but nodded his head all the same.

With D.J.

(Sword Art Online OST-Swordland)

D.J. decapitated another Taliban terrorist before giving the now headless corpse a swift round house kick. He then reached out, and used the Force to blow away another trio of insurgents just as they were about to fire on them, causing them to crash into trees with sickening crunches.

"Bring it on!" He shouted, as he tossed his lightsaber at another Taliban insurgent, stabbing him dead in the head before calling for the force which carried the saber back into his hand.

He then used the Force as he dashed forward, slashing any Taliban Fighter in sight. As a result, twenty of the Jihadist Radicals were massacred, with the majority of them missing a limb or their head.

He gave a yell as he continued his slaughter, just as a stream of heavy caliber rounds streaked passed him. He turned his head and saw a Toyota Technical Truck painted in a soviet style camouflage, with more Taliban and a DsHK Heavy Machine gun mounted in the back. D.J just let loose a smirk as he raised his hand, and channeled the Force through him as he then yanked his hand up, as he flipped the truck over and onto its back, and then he made a slamming motion which crushed the truck and anyone inside.

After seeing their Technical get obliterated the way it did, the remaining Taliban lost the stomach to fight and began to drop their weapons and run away, all the while shouting in fear.

D.J. however would have none of that.

"GET OVER HERE!" he shouted again, and used the Force to drag the surviving Jihadists back to him, who were now clawing at the ground desperate to get away.

Jordan, and most of the others, had stopped firing as they watched D.J go to town against the Taliban forces, dragging them from the ground with the Force. "Holy shit…" he muttered, glancing at Shae. "Has he ever been this angry in your time?"

Shae just held up two fingers, causing Jordan to blink.

"I'd hate to know what made him that angry," he said.

"Trust me, you don't want to piss him off," Shae said. "Cause when the fuse sets the bomb off… it's not pretty."

Jordan nodded as D.J. sliced apart the Taliban Insurgents, who tried - and failed - to combat the Mandalorian Knight. "I'll be sure to remember that," he said nodding, before he winced at what D.J. did to another insurgent. "Fucking Christ… I didn't think a man's spine could bend like that…"

Shae blasted a Taliban insurgent in the head without even looking, as she said. "I've seen him do much worse," she said. "I saw him use the Force to twist the insides of a Hutt, without bursting the dumb slug apart."

Jordan shivered a bit at that thought, as he Force-choked and snapped the neck of a Taliban who tried to sneak up behind him. "Did not need to know that, Shae…" he muttered.

"Hey, you asked," she said and then the two along with the group went back to dealing death on the Jihadists.

Back with Daniel, his eyes were wide as he watched the single Mandalorian use the Force, of all things, to completely destroy a technical and drag the retreating Taliban back toward him.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit!" he exclaimed. "I must be having a nightmare, somebody pinch- OW! Hey!"

Jordan chuckled a bit. "Heh, you asked for it," he said. "By the way… you are Daniel Cobb, right?"

Daniel blinked at that. "Uh, yeah... how the hell do you know my name?" he asked, and Jordan grinned.

"Let's just wait till after we get you out of this cesspool," he said, and then looked up as he saw D.J. use the Force to yank a sniper out of a tree, and bringing the clearly terrified Middle Easterner close to his face. He tried shouting something in Arabic, but he was silenced as D.J. began to force-choke him.

"You and your buddies… have a lot of nerve to try this shit," he growled out. "Don't think this is over… soon, very soon… we're gonna be coming back… and we will destroy you, and the rest of you Terrorists once and for all. And this time, the 'Rules of Engagement' won't save you from us."

He continued to watch the man squirm as he tried to break the hold around his neck. Of course, how could he when there was no hand around it? D.J.'s eyes caught the sniper's weapon on the ground, which was a Dragunov SVD. While keeping his hold, he kneeled down and picked up the rifle.

"Hmm, nice gun," he muttered before looking back at the terrorist who was close to turning blue. "Good thing you won't be needing it." With a simple twitch to his finger, he snapped the Terrorist's neck, and let the lifeless corpse fall to the ground. He then glanced around, and saw that all of the remaining Taliban forces had been killed down to the last man, and now some of the others were just scavenging through their bodies, grabbing their weapons and ammo.

"Not even a challenge," said D.J. and deactivated his lightsaber before returning the Katana to its scabbard, and then inspected the Dragunov, his eyes squinting behind his helmet at the polished, brand new condition of the gun and scope. "This looks brand new..."

He then checked the action, and noticed that there were was very little powder residue.

"Okay, now I'm suspicious," he said, just as Jordan and his brother walked up to him. Jordan took off his helmet, and raised a brow.

"Suspicious about what?" Jordan asked.

D.J. tossed him the rifle, and he caught it. "Take a look," he said. "Does something seem off about it?"

Jordan looked at the Sniper Rifle in his hand, and went through the same inspection process D.J went through. "Well, its a nice rifle…" he said. "But… now that you mention it…." he looked at the action as well. "Jeez, this thing looks like it just came off the damn production line! It's way too damn clean!"

"Exactly..." said D.J., "...and I bet there are more guns among the pile that are just the same."

He then turned to Daniel and smiled a bit behind his visor.

"Hey Daniel-san, how's your tour been going?" he said, and Daniel blinked at that.

"How did you…" he said, before D.J. chuckled.

"Well, we watched the same Karate Kid movies a dozen times when we were kids, and our Grams gave you the nickname after all." D.J. said as he removed his helmet, and Daniel's eye widened.

"D… Drew?" he uttered out, and D.J. grinned

"Hey bro! Long time no see."

Daniel just looked at D.J with a stunned look. "I… wha… you- da fuck?" Was all he could stutter out.

Jordan chuckled a bit. "I sum up your question with four words," he said. "Star Wars is Real."

Daniel looked at Jordan before he lifted his hands to his temples.

"No way, nuh-uh, this isn't happening, no, NANANANANA!"

D.J. saw his brother was about to lose his mind, so he sighed and then walked up to his older brother and gave him two hard slaps to the face.

"Ouch! Okay, THAT was uncalled for!" the Sergeant yelled as he rubbed the areas where he had been slapped.

"Yes it was, bro. And yes, Star Wars is real. But for right now, let's get you home. Mom's worried sick," he said.

"Got that right," Jordan said, "Though we're gonna need to come up with an excuse for how you came home… we'll worry about that later, I'm sure Agent J and K can help us with that." He then touched the side of his helmet. "Kria! Bring the Forthcoming down here, we've found him. Once we scavenge what weapons and ammo we can from these guys, we'll head home."

After he finished that statement, the roar of engines got Daniel's attention and his eyes widened as he saw the Fury-class just appear out of nowhere.

"This is way fucked up..." he said, and then felt a nudging on his hand and looked down and saw a pair of light blue eyes staring back at him.

"Believe me, this is just the beginning," Merrina said, as Daniel looked at the talking wolf with wide eyes, before he looked at D.J., who sighed.

"It's… a long story..." he said.

Later - Forthcoming Redemption - En-Route to California

"So… let me get this straight," Daniel said, as calmly as he could as he looked at all of the figures before him, including his brother. "Star Wars… is real. MiB… is Real. And now my brother is a reincarnated Mandalorian Force-User from 3,500 years ago, whose mother is now… a Dire Wolf, and you are all now fighting to stop what happened in Episode III from happening?"

They all nodded. "That's the gist of it," Jordan said.

Daniel's face was blank for a moment, before he sighed tiredly and rubbed his face.

"Shit… I need a beer," he said, and then felt something cold tap him, and he looked up and saw a can of Cool Beer, being held by the woman, who introduced herself as Shae Vizla, and his brother's lover from his past life.

Daniel accepted the beverage and opened it. "Thanks…"

"Don't mention it," Shae said with a nod as she returned to D.J's side.

Daniel cracked the beer opened as he took a quick drink before he sighed. "Not gonna lie, Drew," he said. "If this had come from anyone aside from you… and if I hadn't seen all this shit," he gestured around them. "I'd probably call you crazy."

"That's what D.J. and the others thought when I told 'em," Jordan said with a small chuckle. "But, like it or not… Star Wars is as real as you and me." He gestured to Aayla and Barriss. "Even more proof right there."

Daniel gave a gruff sigh as he saw the familiar faces of the two Jedi.

"Man, what's next, Jango Fett is alive?" he asked.

Jordan tried not to laugh, but he shot out a chuckle at that. "Well..." he said smirking, "Actually… he is…"

Daniel just gave a 'WTF' look before sighing and taking a huge chug of his beer.

"Sorry I asked…" he said. "I'm gonna be as drunk as Jack Sparrow when we get home."

"Well, don't get too drunk until we can find an excuse for how you're back in the states," Jordan said with a sigh. "I hope MiB can help us out with that somehow… "

D.J. nodded. "Yeah. But one thing's for sure, Daniel. Mother's gonna give you an earful," he said, and Daniel sighed tiredly again.

"Don't I already know," he said. "You and I both know her temper is one to fear, Drew."

D.J. nodded at that. "True…" he said.

"So, where are we now anyway?" Daniel asked.

"We are currently flying 50,000 feet in the air over the pacific ocean, en-route to the west coast." Kria said as she appeared on the holographic interface. "We should arrive at California in an hour or two."

Daniel's eyes widened again as he saw Kria's appearance, before he slapped his forehead, causing D.J. and Jordan to lose it and bust out laughing. Kria was giving a confused look to all this.

"Uh, was it something I said?" she asked.

Jordan laughed a bit more before he managed to control himself a bit more. "R-Right… we never told ya…" he said. "Log into the Internet, and look for 'Cortana' and you'll see why."

Kria blinked before she nodded and went off.

"My sanity is gonna get me pushed WAY to the edge," Daniel, as his brother patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Daniel," D.J. said. "You'll get used to it,"

Jordan chuckled a bit. "Buddy, we haven't even gotten STARTED with the massive amounts of crazy that's been going on these last few months," he said. "We're just at the tip of the iceberg my friend."

Daniel's head dropped at that. "That's what I'm afraid of…" he said, causing the two and now Shae to laugh.

Then, Jordan's comm-link began beeping and he answered. "Y'ello?" he said and he heard K's voice.

"We managed to make a backstory for Daniel's escape from the Taliban, and are talking to his superiors right now."

Jordan smiled and nodded. "Good," he said. "One less thing to worry about… thanks for all of this, you guys, we owe you big time."

"Just try to not leave such a big mess, again,"K said irritably. "That little massacre of yours drew a LOT of attention from the nearby base."

"Don't worry, we took care of anything that would lead back to us," Jordan said. "We covered our tracks, it will just look like they were attacked by another modern force of Earth, not Mandalorians."

K's sigh was heard on the comm. "Just be a little more… subtle next time, alright?" he asked. "K signing off."

With that, the transmission ended and Jordan sighed a bit. "Yeah, subtle. Not a Mandalorian's strong suit," he said.

At that very moment, Kria appeared once more, with a stunned look on her face, as appearing next to her was an image of the famous Halo AI - who of course looked just like her. "Okay, what the hell is this?" she asked. "She looks just like me!"

D.J. and Jordan then rubbed the backs of their heads sheepishly, not knowing how to explain it to the Mandalorian A.I.

"Well, you see Kria..." Jordan said, and went on to explain about the Halo series, it's plot, factions, and its characters. After he finished, Kria had the look of a kid who just had her favorite DVD stolen. And she voiced it out.

"What the… hell…" she muttered. "I mean… this Cortana AI sounds just like me! And Halsey sounds just like my creator!"

"I'm honestly not surprised anymore," Jordan said shrugging. "With Star Wars and Men in Black turning out to be real, a little dash of Halo is nothing in comparison of what's happened to us so far."

"And for the sake of Murphy's Law, I will not say 'hope' about the Covenant not existing here in this universe," D.J. said. "Anything that could happen, WILL happen."

Everyone nodded at that, as Shae looked at the picture of Cortana.

"Hmm, you know, I wonder what it will be like to have TWO of you?" the bounty hunter said with a smirk, while Kria glared a bit.

"Ha, ha, very funny," she muttered, before she glanced up a bit. "Hang on, I just got a message from Jessica… she wants us to head to Canada."

Jordan and the others all looked surprised at that. "Did she say why?" Jordan asked. "What did she find?"

"She just said to show up, and it was important," Kria said, shrugging. "That was it."

Jordan sighed a bit at that. "Okay then," he said and turned to Daniel with an apologetic frown. "Sorry man, slight detour to Canada."

Daniel just waved his hand. "It's alright... I just hope that whatever - OOMPH!" a hand slapped on Daniel's mouth and he looked up at his brother, who just shook his head.

"Don't say 'Hope', remember Murphy's law," D.J said, as Daniel realized what he was about to say, and nodded as Aayla sighed, shaking her head.

"Humans from Earth are strange…" she muttered.

Meanwhile - Canada

With Jessica and Ron

Ron had decided to get every bit of information out of Jessica before he did anything else. He was still pissed off at the death of his grandmother, and from Ron's knowledge of the Star Wars series, an unstable Force-user was on the Top Ten things you DIDN'T want. And him killing anyone by accident was unwanted. In short, he was now a danger to his family, and after informing his brother (who was doubtful, at least until Ron lost control briefly and zapped him with a low-powered use of Force Lightning, making him NOT doubt what his little brother was saying) he was sitting in Jessica's ship, waiting for her to return. In the meantime, he was reading a book: the Star Trek The Next Generation Technical Manual.

Jessica came back a few minutes later, closing a comm unit and putting it away in a pocket on her flight suit. "Okay. My friends are on their way here."

Ron glanced at her for a moment, giving her a brief acknowledgement before returning to his book. "You'd better have one hell of an explanation for this 'Sith' business," he said. "If you have anything to do with Palpatine or his Sith Order, I will not be helping you. If anything, I'll be trying to kill you."

"It's not the kind of Sith Order you think," Jessica said. "Ever heard of Revan?"

Ron snorted. "Knights of the Old Republic," he said. "And if I remember correctly, he rejoined the Jedi Order. He's also supposed to be DEAD."

"Turns out he's alive," Jessica said. "He's also the co-founder of the Neo Sith Empire, a redeemed version of the Sith Empire. He wants to have the Sith act as liberators, not conquerors. He had a vision of that when he first started out. But as you know from KOTOR, everything went downhill when Malak betrayed him. But now, 3,600 years later and he's willing to try again. But with us."

She then sighed a bit as she leaned back, "The thing is, since Palpatine is getting antsy, he feels that we need to fight one Empire with another. And with the Neo Sith, we can do just that. We already got things started, but one of the biggest problems is that Palpatine may be getting a bit too curious for his own good. People are unaware for the moment, but if the Empire invades, then people are going to go nuts." Her eyes flashed. "And that is the last thing we need right now."

Ron glanced at his book, then realized a few things. "You know, I think I have something I can do, but it can't be based on Earth." he said.

"Like what?" Jessica asked.

"Ever heard of Star Trek?" Ron grinned.

"Of course," the young woman said. "So?"

"Star Wars weapons suck in comparison," Ron said. "But I can make Star Trek weapons from Star Wars technology if I have enough time. And a lab and resources, obviously."

"I'll see what the others think about that." Jessica then grew thoughtful. "But… if we have such firepower… it could be useful in the long run."

Ron blinked. "Stupid question, but WHY exactly are you talking like an anime character?" he asked. "Seriously, no one can take you seriously talking like that."

Jessica blushed. "Uh… Sorry," she said sheepishly. "Just happens, I guess!"

"I think you should try speaking more plainly," Ron said. "But I've got bigger things to worry about. One of which is finding a place to get that lab I mentioned up and running. If you've got any large capital ships laying around, I could use that."

"Uh… we may," Jessica said. "Just need to check."

Ron put the paperback manual back in his canvas bookbag, then paused. "Is it me, or did it get colder?" He asked.

She perked up, looking back. "What do you mean?"

"It's colder." He said before he checked his shirt, and noticed it was baggier. "Well, that explains why there aren't any fat Jedi. The Force sucks out the fat."

"Glad for that, then," Jessica remarked. "That's not the biggest problem at hand." Her comm beeped at that point. "And I think they're here!"

Both she and Ron heard the sound of engines, as the Forthcoming Redemption soared into view, flying overhead as its landing gear lowered. The Fury-class Sith Interceptor gently spun as it lowered down to the ground with a small 'Thump' before the boarding ramp lowered down.

A few moments later, the first to step out was Jordan, still wearing his ARC Trooper/Mandalorian Shock Trooper hybrid armor, only with his helmet held under his left arm. And was soon followed by D.J., Shae, and of course Revan.

"Jordan! About time you got here. I'd like to introduce you to Ron," Jessica said as she guided the man inside. "He's the one who caused the disturbance we picked up. He's a Force user."

Ron was clutching his pants in order to keep them from falling down (a sure-fire sign of his weight loss) so he looked flustered. "Not a skilled one, clearly. Then again, some jackass murdered my grandmother, so I was more or less operating on instinct."

Jordan was surprised, but nodded. "I see," he said. "We sensed something, but we were not sure what it was… My name is Jordan Tackett, and I am sorry to hear about your Grandmother, though…"

"Just don't remind me about it and we'll get along just fine," Ron muttered. "For now, though, I need a new belt, otherwise I'll be holding these things up all day. Which I doubt you want."

Revan chuckled a bit. "Ah yes, the Force does tend to burn through extra body fat quite quickly," he said, causing Jordan to blink.

"Really?" he said, as he looked at himself. "Huh… never noticed that until now… then again it does explain why there's no such thing as a fat Jedi."

"Anyway, Ron has a few ideas, Jordan," Jessica said. "He thinks he can build better weapons for us."

Jordan and the others raised their eyebrows at that. "Oh?" he asked. "How does he plan on doing that?"

"He said that he could try and make Trek-based weapons," Jessica explained. "Out of weapons from Star Wars." She glanced at Ron. "Right?"

Ron nodded. "I've noticed a few things about blaster technology, and it seems to be something like primitive disruptor weapons," he said. "I think I could turn them into proper disruptors with time. Think of it like this: blasters need years of honing to zero in on a target. Disruptors don't: all you need to do is point and fire, and you'll hit your target."

Jordan cocked an eyebrow. "As interesting as that sounds, I think you are over exaggerating Blasters," he said. "They work fine, and even Phasers and Disruptors aren't perfect, and seem pretty equal in my comparisons. However, we'd still welcome any new technology if you could actually pull it off."

"Episode IV and the escape from Mos Eisley is all I'll say to counter that one," Ron said. "Give me some time and you'll have something a lot more accurate than those things."

Jordan smiled a bit. "Well then, happy to have you on board Ron," he said. "We'll get some things set up, I'm sure we can get you a lab to call your own."

Ron nodded. "Going to have to be a big one. But for now, I'll settle with a bench and a few hours with a blaster: see if I can do something to it."

Jessica grinned. "Glad to have you here. You'll be a big asset in the future, Ron. That much we know!"

117Jorn: WE'RE BACK BABY! :D

Takeshi Yamato: And we're definitely moving things along! :D

Titanic X: Hope you like the next chapter, because then things are about to get amped up! :D

117Jorn: And before we go, we would like to introduce our new Co-Author to FFTF! Gentlemen, if you will please?

(Ron the True Ran walks into view)

Ron the True Fan: Boo.

117Jorn: So until next time…

Everyone: JA NE! :D