*** Unknown Planet, Ground Zero Outskirts ***
When the Pelican landed, Zuka was the first to exit, keeping his Type-55 Storm Rifle leveled and ready to fire. He heard the wailing siren, and approached the scene, weapon raised, and as he rounded a corner, he came across three people. One seemed to be on the ground, and Zuka had no idea why, the other was talking to another in a hazmat suit - or Zuka assumed it was a hazmat suit - but none seemed hostile. The Sangheili lowered his weapon and spoke, "Are any of you hurt?"
*** Dreshdae Colony, Korriban ***
"See what you can do with it - but first, see if there's anyone in orbit. If we can contact allies in orbit, all the better," Wrath said to Nari. He then turned to Spade and approached her, removing his face mask to reveal he was human, but with a cyborg eye. He kept his voice low as he asked her, "Are you alright? I sensed a massive burst of power in that bar, and you seem a bit... distressed. What's wrong?"
*** Korriban Orbit ***
Malgus paused to consider this. "The Czerka office on Korriban had a subspace transmitter array, did it not?" he asked.
*** Indari Manor, Draco City, Dragon'taan ***
"As if I knew," Jason told Leylah.
"Krystal... get... aunt Krystal," Tyber said weakly. "She... can take... care of... this... in an... instant."
"And you know how protective Uncle Markus is of us, Shiloh," Jason said. "When he finds out someone did this to him intentionally..."
"I don't like them any more than you do, Kanan, but this is our first job for the DMC Diplomatic Corps, and I will not screw it up," Kira growled. "Besides, if dad is right, the rep from the Nagyaria Trade League will be at least a somewhat decent person."
*** UACS Iron Regent, Dragon'taan Orbit ***
"I wasn't worried about Celina; I know she can handle herself; it's Gid's brother. According to his parents, Celina spooked him pretty bad."
*** NCD Galatae, Dragon'taan Orbit ***
Vitani approached Kylie and hugged him. "Take it easy, baby," she assured him, "We have plenty of time before the concert."
*** Warship Raptor, Corneria Orbit ***
"That wasn't my fault!" K'Tath growled as they headed for the transporter. When they got there, K'Tath directed the coordinates to what he'd received from Peppy, and beamed the two down. He then headed for the aforementioned unit number, and rang the doorbell. There was a pause before a light-colored fox answered the door. He frowned at K'Tath and Cobalt.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Commander K'Tath Indari, this is my XO, Commander Cobalt, we were looking for a Fox McCloud," K'Tath spoke.
The fox frowned, then his expression lit up as comprehension dawned. "Oh, you're the guy who showed up in orbit offering assistance! Gotcha." He stepped aside, ushering the two in. "Well, you found Fox McCloud, come on in. We have a lot to discuss."
*** Starship Junkyard ***
In the midst of a massive Starship Junkyard, an RCS-class Armored Warship sat, with drone ships flying between the various ships. The ships ranged from Federation, Klingon, and Romulan designs to Covenant and UNSC designs as well as several Imperial and Rebel designs, all of which were for sale.
Or they would have been, if there had been anyone here to make the sale. Supposedly, this was a facility that sold salvaged and used starships. "Evionne's Fine Used Starships." They promised fair deals and reportedly never screwed anyone over. The captain of the RCS Warship had come to speak with the owners about procuring several ships, as many as he could legally - within the yard's limitations - acquire. But when the Warship and her captain got there, no one was there. The whole facility sat deserted, with no signs of what happened or any signs that something had indeed happened to everyone there.
Just like the last six starship salvage yards he'd visited. All logs were erased, and the computers' entire inventory data and customer databases were wiped clean, as though nothing was ever there. So while the AI scoured whatever it could find, the Captain ordered all vessels be taken. Added to his growing fleet. But this pattern of speaking to salvage yards before they invariably wind up ghosting was disturbing to the captain. He stood at the center of the command platform on his ship, a Bengal tiger with a scar over his left eye wearing an armored uniform colored in brown and red, monitoring the salvage operation.
It just didn't make sense. What the hell was happening to these places?