It was a third straight shift in no-man's land. The large round creature rolled over again to try to get comfortable in the very uncomfortable chair. It was his job to just sit here. This was the lowest of the low. He was being punished without being explicitly told as much, and he knew it. He was sitting in a small pod of a ship drifting in deep space. He was out here in the dark as an early warning for any authorities who might happen by. This was the furthest out of the way place any authority would come. If they did come, they would be here for only one reason, to attack. To warn the Legion of an impending attack was a very important job, he knew, but it was also one for a journeyman, and not an accomplished and esteemed ship's captain, such as himself.
It was a game he had to play to get his command back. He had a run of bad luck and this was the price he had to pay. He pulled a small hat down over his eyes and decided to waste his time sleeping as much as he possibly could. He was a few minutes asleep when a small sensor alarm lit up and buzzed on his console. There was an anomalous power surge in this sector. He woke up and leaned forward with his nose up to the console and sniffed at it. It was real, blinking and buzzing incessantly. He switched it off.
In a few moments he had honed in on the power source's location. He fired his auxiliary engine in a quick burst so as to quietly sneak up on whatever was out here. It was within range of his sensors when his scans returned some data. It was a ship, but not Imperial. It didn't look like a bounty hunter either. What the creature found most peculiar was the way it was traversing in space, slowly tumbling and barely moving. It was adrift, the large creature decided. He moved closer in to get a better scan. When he scanned everything he could on the ship with no luck he finally got a hit off of the engine signature. He found that engine's history, where it came from, and where it ended up. As he leaned towards the miniature green screen to read all of the information he started to laugh.
"Oh, this is rich!" he thought aloud. "You have got to be kidding me", he said as he leaned over and switched on his secure communications link. "I knew my luck would change- I knew it!"
He grabbed a small microphone and stretched its wire back across the small cabin and peered with a wide grin of dark green stained pointy teeth into the little monitor that displayed various information about the Millennium Falcon. The entire ship history, save for recent events, was available in front of him.
"This is Conjo- priority one!"
"Wha? Con- who?" cracked the voice on the other end, sounding very far away.
The large creature grew irritated and shifted in his seat. He grabbed his hat off in frustration, revealing a large tattoo of twisted vines across the top of his bald head with a small skull at the very center. He knew damn well the voice at the other end knew exactly who he was, and this annoyed the hell out of him.
"I said- ", he continued slowly, "priority one. Get me a direct link to Captain Antilles!" His grin grew back even wider. "He's going to want to hear this."