THE PANCATH REACH
OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
... SPACE ...
OUTER RIM TERRITORIES
... SPACE ...
It was just a ship.
A simple enough vessel to those not well versed with historical crafts, admittedly very dated, drifting on through the depths of the void. Aimless, in a state of continual blackout, it was easy to overlook. Easy to ignore even when it did come up on radars. Its most recent crew had long since succumbed to the strands of time, dead before the fall of the Republic and Order 66. Much of it had been raided already, anything of true worth stripped away until it was merely a husk of its former self.
Suffice to say, there should have been no reason to investigate it.
The destruction of Panatha had led to far more debris in this region of space than usual, chunks of rock floating this way and that as they became caught up in new gravitational pulls and sought their new place in this ever changing system. The ship, once caught in a rotation of its own, was knocked slightly off course, and though it was a slow drift at first it soon picked up. That was until it struck some of that Panathan space rock.
Impacted by that jolt, the final systems in place were pinged into existence. Deep within the ships hull, a cryopod began to awaken and thaw. What had previously been a ship showing zero life signs pitched a fit and began to send out automated distress signals: someone was onboard, and given the state of the ship they wouldn't likely last long there.