Galen was sitting in front of his command console, when to his surprise his communicator chirped for an incomming call. He stared at the board for a few seconds before shrugging. "Accept call," he told his ship.
"Hello? Galen here. Assuming this isn't a wrong number, how may I direct your call?"
He sat back and looked at the readouts that gave him bearing and distance on the signal. Oddly enough, it originated not far away in the city.