Location: Beneath Jabiim
Objective: Wake up
He could still hear the rain.
Aay'han's mind was occupied by memories of his former life, of the one he was convinced he would get another chance at. It was only flashes, but he saw them all. His squad - his brothers. The people he cared about, most in the whole galaxy. The people that he'd been separated from, who had been spread out amongst the Republic centuries ago. He could see not just Jabiim, but home. He saw Kamino, the battles that they'd fought from there to the Inner rim. Almost all of Aay'han's good memories were of war. All his memories really were.
As much as he fought to end a war, he would always need one - that was his purpose, and he was fighting one in his own head, fighting to stay alive. His stasis was slowly failing, and he had no way to manually release it from inside the box he'd been locked in almost a milennia ago. This woud be an unfitting death for one like him, even if he didn't know it was coming. To simply waste away in a box, buried on a world of rain and mud. Aay'han had thought that, long before this frozen prison.
His emergency transponder and message, installed into a terminal nearby, began calling out, sending coordinates. It first sought for those who had Galactic Republic transponder codes and frequencies, those who may have fought in the Clone Wars. Beyond that, it would start bein a bit more public. Along with the coordinates, the message could only send a single word alongside it. 'CLAWBIRD'.