An emergancy broadcast appears, showing a terrified, tall, grey alien in a space suit. It screamed in its native language for afew seconds, before saying in good Basic,

"Hello, I am Iravnin Yel, the head Communications officer of my explorations team. We are lost in space, and completely trapped onboard a dead viscount star defender, left over from the great big war thingy that happend alittle while ago.

"I and my crew are trapped, and theres' crazy alien things onboard. They've already killed two of our crew, and I don't know what they'll do next"

THe screen pans to about twenty robed, dark shapes, which stand, in empty space, staring at the screen.

"If anyone can here me, please, please, PLEASE help us!!!"

Coodinates: pub33.ezboard.com/fswalli...=842.topic

The light freighter Finx was peacefully preparing for hyperspace re-entry after repairing a few loosened bolts on the Hyperdrive. The captain of the three man crew didn’t like to hear thumping when his ship entered hyperspace. Too many stories floating around of hyperdrives coming out of space… without their ships.

One of the crewmembers was peacefully flicking through communication channels when he heard what sounded like an SOS coming out. After calling the captain, the crewman attempted to tune the SOS in clearer.

"I ………………. ……. ……. are trapped, and …. ….. ……… alien things onboard. They've already killed two of our …… … …… and I don't know what they'll do … …….."

……………………………………………………. ………………………. …………….. ………. …………………… . . ………………

"…… ……… nyone can here me, ……… ……… ……. PLEASE help us!!!"

Our coordinates are…


Just a few words were said.

“Message Vinda Corp command with those cords, let’s move in.”

Message Return from the Star Destroyer Disruptor:

"Roger, your comms has been received, we are en route to the coords."

Several fighters were dispatched.

The transmission made its way to Tholatin. The Major in charge sent word to Kamon and he gave a go for TDY's only Star Destroyer to provide aid. A transmission was sent in reply.

"TDY will provide assistance. Star Destroyer enroute."

Taking down scientific notations in his office, his holotransmitter displayed waves of light and vibration, visual aspects of the sounds it was emiting. Every so often ripples of static crossed the grid as the sound became very mono.

Reaching accros he slaped the intercom panel.

"Zen, whats wrong with the Holo's?"

A brief silence ensued before his assistant replied

"Sir, we are getting a weak transmission over the low band holospectrum... It appears to be a distress of some sort..."

"Do me a favor Zen, Isolate the frequancy and block it from our systems"