"We have been waiting."
"Try to hail...whatever is down there," Ortega ordered, her voice firm and steady.
Captain Ortega's eyes narrowed as she studied the decoded message. The text itself was innocuous, a jumbled collection of words and phrases that seemed to dance around a central truth.
Ortega's gaze snapped to the viewscreen. "Raise shields, go to condition yellow. We don't know what we're walking into."
The captain's comms officer, Ensign Amy K'Rhyn, looked up from her console. "Captain, I'm picking up a faint energy signature from the coordinates. It's not natural."
The response was immediate. A burst of static, followed by a single phrase that sent shivers down the captain's spine:
Here's a piece inspired by "R0712.7z":