“Over here!â€? Darth Kirk called out, pointing his detector at the ground. “Bring the porter!â€?

Kirk’s field assistants, Worf Connor and Starbuck Rogers, wheeled a large device to the spot where he stood. Connor adjusted a parabolic dish on top of the device, aiming it where Kirk had indicated.

“It’s two meters down,â€? Kirk instructed. “Let’s bring it up.â€?

Starbuck Rogers keyed in the settings on the device’s control unit, and the porter hummed to life. Within moments, a metal cylinder materialized in the porter’s catch chamber. The ground next to the porter shifted and settled.

Darth Kirk lifted the cylinder out of the chamber. It was half a meter tall, one decimeter in diameter, and heavy. Darth Kirk laid the cylinder on the ground and read the inscription carved into its side.

“Set in the earth so that future generations can know us. Four July Nineteen Seventy-Six.â€?

“That’s over two hundred years old!â€? Starbuck exclaimed!