R0712.7z -

"We have been waiting."

"Try to hail...whatever is down there," Ortega ordered, her voice firm and steady.

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. R0712.7z

"...Project Echo-12 abandoned...terrain anomalies detected... containment protocols engaged... Requesting backup..."

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. "We have been waiting

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

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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."