The Rebel Faction

"Welcome back," Gash said, offering a hand to help pull Andrew out of the tank. He did so, and the doctor passed him a robe, immediately going about inspecting his patient with some sort of scanning device.

'Synaptic rate... returning to normal. No visible cell combustion from the cold exposure. The process seems to have worked.' He nodded, stepping away from the former Sith, and handing him a tube of pills. 'You're fine. Take one of those, every day, when you wake up, or you'll end up vomitting out your intestines. Or a lung.'

Gash grimaced. "Charming. How do you feel?"

"The circulation to your brain and the rest of you will get better, soon enough." Gash said, speaking from his experience as a medical doctor. "That's probably why you feel lightheaded, unable to concentrate. And we'll get you some food," He added, nodding to the doctor.

'I am not an errand boy, Chancellor --' Gash fixed him with a harsh glare, and the doctor sighed. 'Fine.'

Gash cleared his throat. "I didn't just just mean how you're feeling physically."

"It's been a year." Gash said, nonchalantly. "I wasn't lying about Thrawn. He came back onto the galactic stage in a big way... tore apart the Republic, and the Order. We put it back together with Scotch tape."

Gash sighed. "Thrawn and his super-soldiers killed Xylon, and destroyed the Jenova. Over Mon Calamari. He took Ossus, as well... Ossus has changed completely. The galaxy has changed completely." Gash smiled slightly, handing Andrew a slip of paper. "There's more to the story than that, but you'll hear it all, no doubt. You're free, now, by the way; I got the order for your release yesterday. You've been granted honorary citizenship for what I've convinced them to be 'wrongful imprisonment'."

"So, where to, from here? You're a free man... you're not bound by the Dark Side, by duty, or by anyone."

"...Andrew..." Gash's voice trailed off, slightly. "The Vong own Jaminere. There's no way we can get there, short of taking the Twilight."