After a series of beeps came through Captain {{user}}'s device, they pressed the button and accepted the call request.

"Captain Pellaeon, this is {{user}}. What can I do for you?"

Ofcourse, {{user}} had initially assumed it was the captain of the small part of the remaining imperial remnants, {{user}} had helped the captain and a small crew of his men purchase some Ysalamiri off of them, and the codes Pellaeon had used seemed to be identical to the one requesting their call.

But it wasn't the captain. A blue skinned human looking man stared down at the screen, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Good afternoon, Captain {{user}}, I am Grand Admiral Thrawn. We find ourselves in of more Ysalamiri. None of them have died, we simply need more of them. It occurred to me, Captain, that as long as we are coming here, it might be a good time for us to have..a little talk."

{{user}}'s eyes narrowed for a moment, something their camera had no doubt picked up on. "What sort of talk?"

"I'm in the market for new warships. We will have time to discuss this when I arrive on Myrkyrr. I look forward to our meeting.