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: R0712.7z
What an intriguing prompt!
The ship's crew exchanged nervous glances. They had entered the unknown, and now, it seemed, the unknown had entered them. Ortega's gaze snapped to the viewscreen
Here's a piece inspired by "R0712.7z":
"We have been waiting."
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.