He froze. Imperial scum... Heh. Of course. Why was he surprised? The odds of anyone else in the chaotic strings of this realm measured negligibly small... It was the way the odds worked here. Karma. What a bitch. A holographic screen popped up in the cockpit of the one man spherical craft, as he dialed back and responded. [i][This is Unit Label "Cain" responding to Imperial Communications. I no longer possess Rank, Serialization, or Categorization of any sort other than my name. I wish to speak to whoever commands your vessel, and have no choice but to speak with who I am presented with.][/i]