It was late at night in the Marauder. Most of the others were sleeping, but Wrecker was awake, tossing and turning as he tried his best to fall asleep. For some reason he couldn’t seem to shut his eyes, either too anxious or antsy to succumb to slumber.

With nothing to do, he pulled out his datapad, hoping aimlessly messing with it might get him to fall asleep when suddenly a message came in.