"We have been waiting."
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 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. "We have been waiting
What an intriguing prompt!
The response was immediate. A burst of static, followed by a single phrase that sent shivers down the captain's spine: R0712.7z
