It wasn’t often that Darius made inter-stellar calls, especially at 03:00 Galactic standard time. But time was of the essence. The moment the line picked up, Darius’s words came in sharp with urgency. “Tycho? We’ve got problems.”
— Darius — @mando-of-esverr
All the way across the galaxy on Coruscant, a comm went off in Rogue Squadron headquarters. Tycho rolled over on his bunk and stared with squinting eyes at the wall chrono. He looked from the glowing numbers over to his comm and decided that for someone to be calling at this hour, it must be something important.
Immediately Tycho was alert and sat up to grab the little device before the sound could wake someone in the adjoining rooms. No sooner had he clicked the comm to answer than the other party was speaking before he could even open his mouth. He looked up at the wall chrono again, "It must be quite a problem." Tycho said in his clipped tones, "It's zero-three. Is this going to become a middle of the night treason sort of problem, or have you forgotten the time?"
