The ship was extremely heavily damaged. Bent, dented, and ripped apart, the main engines seemed to have been eaten and excreted by a Zillo Beast, and the shielding systems had been vaporized by the sheer amount of energy absorbed. Compared to this, the rest of the ship had only been beat up by an Elder God. Progressing slowly through space, the ship headed on towards the planet that emitted an steady electronic meep, declaring it's request for a rescue. After passing the system's first three asteroid crescents, it began it's own transmission: a sonorous pulse that pompously declared it's intent to emergency landing. On the surface of the so-far un-named planet, Fertis Doxelian screamed in rage. No one cared.
The ship entered the atmosphere, vaporized methane providing a distinct trail, sliding through the atmosphere's methane-laced gullet. Very rarely, it encountered a virus: a small drone, sent out by the machines to scout the area. The ship landed on a small, half-finished dirt strip, having guessed it's way down, finished the strip, and nearly ran over the strip's owner, who was waiting outside in his bio-suit. He ended up in a dirt pile, with little the machines clambering around him. The ship's eight occupants were thrown forward, and ended up in various states of disarray. Fertis got up, bristling with righteous indignation. The occupants recovered themselves, having done this around 57 times.
Dusting the dirt off his suit, Fertis stood and watched the hulk. It resembled a beached whale, scarred from battle with squids and rivals. The door fell off, and out shambled the crew: the first was a Dug, the second a Togrutan, the third a Mon Calamari, the fourth, fifth, and sixth were Bothans, and the last three were humans. They stared at each other for a few seconds, then the Dug came forward.
"You squawked for help?"
"Yes."
"Ah, damn, damn-" A Bothan interrupted.
"Watch it, Tarsh. He could be a liability."
"He's a Selonian. What can he do if we don't want him to talk."
"Metran."
"Comin' up blank."
"You guys?" The Selonian interrupted. "I've barely heard anything about you."
"Yes. I'm an engineer." Their eyes lit up.
"Wonderful. You get help Meela get this crate flyin' again, you can hitch a ride. Good news is that the hyperdrive is working, so it's only the engine blocks that you needa sort out. In addition to this, Torpol here" he pointed to the Selonian who had just spoken. "Wants your opinion on some things. Because, you know, we don't know anything about you guys." Fertis knew a good deal when he saw one.
"Sounds fine….were do I sign?" A Bothan proffered a datapad.
"Just one question before I start?" The Metran was grinning now. "Who are you people?"
"We're the Alliance to Restore the Republic. That's all you need to know."