The image of a tall slender male well into his prime interrupts the holonet broadcast that was previously being transmitted on all channels. Behind him is the image of a busy war room, holograms flicker and a number of humans issue orders to droids standing near consoles. Not many people get to see a glimpse of the Lucrehulk Heimskringla, but today, Arbiter Saint Tidus Tia had a message he wished to relay to the galaxy as a whole.

"Greetings, sentient beings of the universe, I am Arbiter Saint Tidus Tia. I come before you now, to offer a contest. One like none we have previously seen before. Sure, we have seen races that took you across this wondrous galaxy of ours, and challenging Sabacc tournaments, but nothing really quite like what I am about to propose to you. In my position is a squadron of fighters from an era past. To many collectors, this is their only shot at such a craft. To traders, it 's a way to snag a quick credit. But here is the challenge."

Tidus moves slowly to a console behind him and taps a number of keys. His image fades out and a technical readout of an Acclamator Assault Ship. Tidus' voice continues.

"This is the Wanderlust. One of a number of ships in my personal fleet, Valhalla Battle Group. Currently she's on station on a planet in the Outer Rim. I challenge all sentient beings within the sound of my voice to find her. All I have to give you, is a small riddle created by my personal team of advisors."

The image of the Wanderlust fades away and a display of text takes its place.

"South-west from the Planet of Fire's home, takes you Deep into the Core of all the Galaxy’s troubles. From there you can head more east than north to find more than a Queen. Stop long enough only to pick up fuel because from there, she will point you in the direction you were heading but she warns you not to stray too far or you will end up swimming with more fish than you could possibly count. Once you confirm with your Allies, you will know when you are near, and when far. Find the Sea of Gel'nash, and you have found your goal."

The text fades, and Tidus' face reappears, sitting on the bridge of the Heimskringla.

"Twelve lucky individuals will be able to claim one fighter on board, first come, first serve. Good luck, and I will be waiting."

The image fades out, and returns to normal programming.