14:40, 15th October 3305
It was an interesting morning, with everything appearing as normal; then the bad news arrived. The old adage of "never trust a good day" re-inserted itself as the norm of truisms.
News of an old friend, Nicholas Bandura, being seriously injured during a pirate ambush, gained my full attention. The obvious questions of who, what, when, where, and who are you, were asked with the fire rate of a multi-cannon. The who was quickly answered. Ali bin Rashon, a medic assigned to Willis Hub in Roboldyanna. All Ali knew was it was a pirate ambush in the Roboldyanna system, and that Bandura had activated his distress beacon. What little remained of his Type-6 cargo ship, was found adrift, and that the pilot was located in the wreckage, seriously injured. The person who had found him, Jorgan Petterson, told Ali that Bandura spoke briefly before losing consciousness, and gave him my contact information. Jorgan was unsure what to do, and asked Ali if he could assist; hence the communication.
I could feel the anticipation, the pounding of my pulse, and the associative time dilation; the signal of adrenaline entering the bloodstream. Thankfully my service with the Empire had taught me how to deal with this. Focusing on my breathing and pulse, allowed me to remain calm, channeling the rush to improve focus on the situation at hand.
Leaning slightly forward towards the screen, I examined Ali's posture and involuntary expressions, , looking for any of the instinctive traits of deception or nervousness. After a few moments of close study, no deception was detectable meaning he was completely sincere or very well trained. Either way a trip would be planned.
I thanked Ali for passing the information, and I would see he would be properly rewarded. Asking if anything else was known, Ali stated he had no further information, though he did state he would keep me up to date if anything else was discovered.
With the communication completed, reconnaissance of the Robolydanna and neighboring systems, began in earnest.