A Kusarian looking ship flies throughout the asteroids, in search of something. The ship then finds the ruined liner. A joyful voice rings through the fighter.
"Aha! I found it!"
The ship flies into the docking bay, and a few minutes later, a young woman of Maltese descent walks into the bar, her face scratched and bruised as if she just was in a fight that didn't go into her favor. She stands in the doorway, surveying the people in the bar.
"Damn...nobody I know..."