The first message was a short one. "...Hey, Sparks? Just do me a favor and don't be an idiot, all right? Thanks."

The second was vastly less coherent.

"...should have stayed in that ship, let it drift until the power ran out, let it drift in that battlefield until the storms dragged me down..."

A pause as he scrambled to drag his thoughts back together.

"It's not gonna be like the last time," he said. "This won't end like the Mandalorian Wars-- I won't let it. I have people screaming in my head, Sparks, all those Jedi and those Mandalorians who died here on this Force-forsaken planet. I can't-- just take care, okay? Thanks."

The voicemail clipped off there.