Incoming transmission ... origin ... the Mandalorian, A'den Jango
Well ... there I was ... minding my own business. I get a long range message from a fellow Mandalorian that there's trouble brewin in the Texas system. So I hop to cruise and grab the nearest trade lane to Texas from New York.
Upon entering Texas ... nothing ... just empty space aside for the distant image of Houston on my vid screen. Long range scanners show multiple possible targets.
So I begin my tracking. I initiate my scans by traveling up and down the trade lines ... nothing.
I leave the lanes and continue my search through the debris fields where I came across the Junker base, Beaumont. Scans show little activity. The search continues.
Multiple ships on long range scanners show Rogue, Xeno and Junker designations. Others I can only guess are traders, pirates, freelancers and the like. Something's about to happen ... but what?
Across my private channel I receive a transmission by a Junker who goes by the name of Sinbad. He demands my departure for some reason. My curiosity rises. I begin my inquiries but receive nothing but dead silence. An eerie feeling comes across me. Something big is about to happen ... and they know I'm here.
I hold my position near the Bering jump gate and wait for a response to my queries. Nothing ... dead quiet. I'm not sure I really want to stick around much longer. I begin to move toward the Bering gate to depart Texas ... having given up chasing ghosts. One kilometer from the gate and I feel a tug against my hull. A strange sensation comes across all aboard.
As I awaken from a deep sleep I look around. My helmsman announces we are docked on Manhattan.
What the ... how could this have happened. These Junkers must have developed some new tech that allows them to teleport other vessels at will. This warrants further investigation.