Mr. Save-The-Galaxy
The next time
Jorus Q. Merrill
returned to his ship or checked his commlink, he'd notice a message left for him from a familiar number.
Hey, Jorus, tried to call you earlier and didn't get an answer. When you get a chance, could you call me back? Full holocall, face-to-face communication. Intentionally ridiculous grudge matches aside, I've got something important to talk to you about.
You know, groundquakingly, change-the-galactic-axial-tilt sort of important.
The message was clearly from Cotan, and for once, it sounded entirely, completely sincere.

Hey, Jorus, tried to call you earlier and didn't get an answer. When you get a chance, could you call me back? Full holocall, face-to-face communication. Intentionally ridiculous grudge matches aside, I've got something important to talk to you about.
You know, groundquakingly, change-the-galactic-axial-tilt sort of important.
The message was clearly from Cotan, and for once, it sounded entirely, completely sincere.