"Let's not jynx it with such discussion." Temrash said as he sat at the communicator. He was hoping for a quick easy ride himself. He booted up the system, and sent out the message.
<Who we calling?>
<Zoshonel. Hopefully he's still in the area.>
<Yay, Zoshnell!>
<Yeah, you two are buddies, aren't you?>
A machine picked up on the other end, and asked for a passcode, since this was an unfamiliar ship. He entered the code, and it was accepted. A reptilian face came on.
"Jagill! Good to see you got away from that hunter. I hoped you would check in earlier."
"Had problems." Jagill said. "Ship destroyed, and new friends are not good friends."
"Not good friends, huh? You need some more help before I leave this sector? How's your other half?"
"I am fine, Zoshonel." Temrash said. "I'm sending some coordinates to you, that I'd like you to go. There you will find a bar that I'd like you to wait at. I will return there in no more than five days with some supplies after my last encounter with the Hunter Asmodee. There are people there that know me, but they don't trust me completely. The feeling is rather mututal, so I'd like you to help me if a future confrontation comes up. I will give you more information after I return. Try not to start any fights that you don't have to, and make sure a Yeerk named Ardiss in a small container stays safe."
"Sure. Sure. But, uh, you said bar? Like, where they sell alchohol and stuff?"
"Yes. You should probably stay away from the strong stuff if you have any at all. You're still kind of young, and I wouldn't want your mother breathing fire down my neck. Literally."
"I am my own independant adult! I don't need my mother. You don't have to worry about her."
"The woman scares me, Zoshonel. And that's not an easy thing to do."
"She scares me too, sometimes. Over and out."
"Over and out."
