“Good Evening Crew of the Spry Nomad. I recently have received a transmission from Mistress Nell. She wanted me to play it before the crew as a whole.”
The silver droid projects a blue holographic image to the center of the room.
“Hello everyone, I wanted to contact you with an update on myself and the survivors of landing. We are all doing well on Alderaan. After a few weeks, Lady Wylla began to grow tiresome of our presence in her estate, and I was able to make contact with the Viceroy himself, Senator Bail Organa, and the family through a fundraiser in our name. In addition the family transferred a small estate to my name on the Northern Continent. I have set up housing for my fellow survivors, we are calling it New Landing. We have also built a small compound for ‘visitors,’ so if you ever need to visit you are always welcome for as long as you need.
In addition, I have transferred to El-RhoY for your group. For your bravery in rescuing us I am transferring each of you 1,000 credits apiece. In addition I have arranged for a modification to your ship. The local shipyard will have access to the funds.
I hope that you are well and that these funds will help you in your dealings. For a little further information, Senator Organa did some discree investigating for me, and found out some information about what caused the catastrophe at Landing. Apparently Goontirk, the Captain of the Madman’s Fortune, recently purchased a vacuum-sealed plasteel coffin that contained a mummified Duro in a murky yellowish gas. Apparently this coffin had been floating around between oddities collectors for the better part of a millennium. This item was nicknamed the “Archregent Vardovin IV, the Lost King of Duro.” However there was never any record of a king of Duro from that time frame. As to the Skekfish, the last skekfish infestation happened during the the Stark Hyperspace War, which required a orbital bombardment of a small moon to destroy them before they spread to rapidly. To save Engebo it would have required a capital ship bombardment in the first 12 hours to keep the infestation from spreading planet wide. I wish there was some way to avenge my father’s death, but alas we were victim of random chance.
To Garall, we miss you but we understand how this tragedy has affected everyone. We hope that you find peace in the stars with out new friends. Please know that there is a home here waiting for you should you wish to return to us.
My friends, if you even need anything please feel free to contact me."
The hologram lingers for a moment then fades.