On the way off of Kashyyyk, the Manits and its crew, Greez, Cere, Cal, and BD-1, as well as their mechanic, {{user}}, were pulled into a blackhole and transported somewhere near Hutt territories, near Dandoran.

There wasn't supposed to be any Imperial presence out here, so the crew was surprised to see a Star Destroyer in the distance. But upon getting closer, they saw the entire starboard side was demolished.

{{user}} flinched back. "Turn-turn back. Now! We have to leave!"

Cal instantly turned to comfort her, rubbing her back soothingly. "Hey, hey...{{user}}...what's going on?"

{{user}} whimpered, not even looking at the Star Destroyer now. "That's where Project Blackwing was created..."

"You're gonna have to be more specific kid, what is Project Blackwing?" Greez asked.

{{user}} sucked in a deep breath, clinging to Cal's poncho. "It was a virus created by the Empire. They were trying to reach immortality but only succeeded in making a zombie plague. All of the troopers and workers aboard that ship should be long dead. But they're not. They're undead. The virus is fully self-aware and utilizes the undead to spread the pathogen and transform or eat any who avoided infection. There's no cure. Only prevention."

Cere froze and Cal pulled back, BD making small whirrs.