The camera pans down to the busy planet of Nar Shadda, its sun reflecting off its atmosphere. Suddenly, a ship flies into view; a new YV-560 exploration freighter with the words “Wandering Star” freshly painted on its hull. It begins weaving recklessly in-between large chunks of space debris, trying to dodge the red lasers that streak by. The pursuing vessel is an old Firespray ship with a bright phoenix detailed on its side.
The pilot of the YV, a young male human, is focusing all his attention on the maze ahead of him, while his copilot, a male chiss, works diligently on the navigation coordinates for the next hyperspace jump.
“We should be able to lose him if I can squeeze through that old cruiser up ahead,” says the pilot. “I hope you almost have the jump plotted.”
“I’ll have them ready, just try not to run into anything,” the chiss says jokingly. “I would feel sorry for our new ship.”
The ships head closer to what’s left of a large merchant crusier. A narrow hole where the ship is fractured can be seen in the distance.
“Well, it needs a battle scar or two in order to be broken-in.”
“Now you’re scaring me.”
The YV-560 turns on its side, barely flying through the fractured cruiser. The pilot of the Firespray wisely veers off, going the long way around the large ship.
The human turns to smile at his copilot, “told you I could do it.”
“Ya, ya,” the chiss says with a smirk, “now its my turn.”
With that, the blue chiss presses a button and pushes the throttle forward, sending the ship into hyperspace.