Suddenly, out of the blue, in Taris orbit, an aging
Crusader-class Corvette materialised. It was completely random and up to chance, and quite possibly the biggest coincedence of the century.
It's commander, a one Bendak Garett, gripped the arms of his command chair tightly as sparks flew and an electrical fire burned. Smoke was filling the open bridge rather rapidly.
"Extinguish that fire," he roared, turning his helmeted head to the startled bridge crew. One of them who dared to make eye contact (Or in this case; helmet contact) gulped and nodded, climbing out of his seat and grabbing a silver canister that was labeled 'extinguisher'.
The hissing extinguisher got to work as Bendak peeled himself off the chair and turned to face another man.
"Status report," he growled before looking out of the cracked viewport and onto the planet Taris.
We made it, the huge Mandalorian thought.
Bendak's relief was interrupted by the man he'd ask moments before for a status update.
"Ship power is nearly non-existant. All weapons and shields are offline. We lost all of the starboard escape pods. Hull breaches detected all over the crew quarters. We're losing oxygen slowly. Pretty grim..." There was a long pause before,
"Sir, you'd better come look at this."
Walking over, Bendak bent over the man and peered at the computer console.
That can't be right, he thought. A fleet was being displayed on the monitor, with all ships considered unrecognisable by the onboard computer, save for one. What was strange was the Mandalorian markings on all of them.
The mandalorian fleet was just destroyed back at Mandalor, Bendak thought, jaw wide open.
"Try to open up a comm channel with the recognised ship." That ship happened to be Emberli's.