As Sayeeda walked into the cockpit, she would hear the distress message playing over the Comm. 

"[i]Hello. I am Prince Amalric of the planet Dar'monad. If anyone recieves this transmission, my retainers and I are stranded on this planet, what my navigator has told me is XL897 of the Mu Cephei system...Please, if anyone is out there. We are in need of aid. You will be rewarded and given status, if only you would help us. Please...[/i]"

"Goddamn, that's..." Neil began, shaking his head. "Even if they're dead or not, we should check it out. Even the bones of royalty is worth millions."

When Neil noticed Sayeeda, he flipped the switch and began recoursing the navigational system of the Highlander. "I had Lonney scan the transmission and we can count the iterations." He said, pointing at the display monitor. "It's probably centuries old though. I've come by two other lost transmissions, and it usually leads to dead people. Lonney, bring up the iteration count." Immediately 1639 popped up on the display, causing Neil to blink. 

"What?" He said, somewhat stunned. "Lonney, how long is the message?" 

"twenty two seconds" 

"What is twenty two times 1640" 

"36080" Lonney replied. 

"I..." Neil shook his head, doing quick math in his own head. Impressively he was somewhat of a mathematical savant when he had the inclination to be, but he needed to calculate this for himself. "Ok well...unless Lonney and I have both messed up, this transmission is just ten hours old. That is statistically impossible..." As his voice trailed away, Neil began to chuckle in disbelief, soon giving way to a full blown laugh. 

"On your orders Captain, let's go get rich." 
[@Penny]