“James - you're going to need to lie low for a bit. They say that the Falcon is back in the system.”
“The Falcon?! Her? Oh Fu–”
“Yes, and if you're going to want to walk away with more than just the shirt on your back this time you need to not provoke her.”
Radio Silence.
“Oh do stop that, James. I can hear your grimace from here, and I'm an ENTIRE SYSTEM away.”
“Fine, Maya, fine. But don't come crying to me if your shipment ends up late - I haven't got one of these fancy schmancy stealth drives they're all raving about these days.”
“You'll survive. I've talked to the boss, xie'll understand a short delay - rather that than lose the cargo. Wait – what's that beeping?”
“I thought it was from your end?”
“No - it's clearly from yours!”
Radio Silence.
“It's… huh it's a ship… it's… Oh No.”
“What?”
“No no no no, you've got to be kidding me.”
“What, James? What the fuck is it?”
“Her. She's leaving - and… fuck, it's all gone, how did I miss that? You shouldn't have called, I would have noticed her!”
“Stop blathering and get after her.”
“I can't. She's got the fastest ship in the systems!”
— A radio communication: intercepted, and saved for posterity, amusement, and bragging rights.