Sorry for the yelling, I was a bit frustrated. I’ve been drifting for, oh, about a whole year. *sigh* I miss my basilisk drone. Those were the good old days. The name’s Nuhaatyc Nynir. I’m a Mandalorian. Not by birth of course, but thats besides the point. I’m in a bit of a spot, so I’d appreciate it if you could tow me in. We can talk about this when my life supports not failing.

((Going to have to assume this is a year before Boss leaves for the Milky Way.))

“Drifting for a year? Impressive. Surprised you survived that long. No offense, of course.” Boss engaged the tractor beam, pulling the ship closer to his. “You’re going to have to come aboard my ship. I can’t glide a powerless ship to the ground safely with a small freighter.”