Corellian Brandy was not a thing to be rushed; and yet every time Captain Terius poured himself a glass, something would happen that forced him to finish it in haste.

He sighed, the blinking light on his desktop intercom proving that today was no exception. He reached for the controls, offering a grunt as the talk button was pressed. His comms officer knew that noise well. "It's Captain Raurrssatta from the Novgorod, sir," a voice said; or at least tried, butchering his attempt at the Cizeri name. "Priority One."

Another grunt followed. Priority One. Every kriffing time someone contacted him, it was Priority One. It was if the entire Alliance military was concerned that he'd simply ignore them, or ask them to call back later if they flagged their transmissions as anything less.

"Patch him through," he muttered with a sigh, already on his feet and smoothing out the front of his waistcoat, in preparation for the life-size holo-ghost of Cirrsseeto to appear.

His mind strayed to his abandoned glass as the projection manifested. "This had better be important, Captain," he uttered with a scowl.