[Video] [Private to McCrane]

[we_re_doomed]

McCrane, sir? Are you available?

Pardon my intrusion upon any business you may be involved in at the moment, but I only ask for a minute of your time. I have been told by a Sir Thundercracker that you are a part of a police force?

[There's a pause as a quick line of twittering notes is heard off-screen. Threepio jerkily looks downward.]

–Artoo, can't you see I'm trying to contact someone? I don't go about interrupting your conversations, now, do I? And what do you mean my arm is glowing?

[Right when he says this, he looks back at his arm. Cue panic.]

Oh! Oh dear!! My arm! Help!!!

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[mccrane]

McCrane here.

You were given accurate information: I lead the police force.

[He pauses because of the dual conversation, his own programmed politeness not wishing to interrupt.]

Is everything alright?

[we_re_doomed]

No, it isn't! My arm looks like it's about to explode!

[There's a flat-sounding beep on the side.]

Like you're making the circumstances any better, Artoo! Look at yours! It's changing color!

[...We're so sorry, McCrane.]

[mccrane]

[This is definitely alarming.]

Explode?

What are your coordinates?

Can you describe the device?

[we_re_doomed]

My coordinates are not available at the moment, sir! This engraving on my arm, it just keeps pulsing like it will go off at any second!!

[mccrane]

Can you give me a general location, then? I might be able to help, but I will have to be able to find you...

[There were other ways, but he didn't want to use subterfuge unless he had to.]

Engraving?

[Wait.]

Do you mean your Glyph?

[we_re_doomed]

[He still flails a bit, but he's become a little less panicked as he has this conversation.]

Yes! Glyph, engraving– it's about the same and it won't stop!

I will have my counterpart send you coordinates. I don't see how he can be so calm about this!

[mccrane]

I don't believe you have anything to panic about--our symbols change frequently.

[He takes his communicator and aims it for his own arm, where his symbol is quite bright white outlined in purple.]

See?

[we_re_doomed]

Oh– oh! Oh my.

[He stares at this for a while. Well. Doesn't he feel silly.]

...I'm sorry, but did I hear you correctly? You say this is a frequent occurrence?

[mccrane]

It happens roughly every two months...

[He pauses, because he just realized something.]

Do you have something like months where you come from?

[we_re_doomed]

That certainly sounds consistent.

I've heard of many various measurements of time, but yes, we do. Most humans and humanocentric biological species go by the luno-solar calendar set by the planet of Coruscant. Standard measurements. Sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, twenty-four hours in a day. And there are thirty-five days in a month.

[uknowuwantmebaby]

That's right, and you answer to me, pal!