R0712.7z -

The response was immediate. A burst of static, followed by a single phrase that sent shivers down the captain's spine:

Ortega's gaze snapped to the viewscreen. "Raise shields, go to condition yellow. We don't know what we're walking into." R0712.7z

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

The coordinates flashed on the screen: R0712.7z. It was a location deep in the unknown reaches of the galaxy, a sector shrouded in mystery and speculation. The transmission was encrypted, of course – a precautionary measure in a realm where the line between exploration and invasion was constantly blurred. Ensign Amy K'Rhyn