The response was immediate. A burst of static, followed by a single phrase that sent shivers down the captain's spine:
"Try to hail...whatever is down there," Ortega ordered, her voice firm and steady. 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. The response was immediate
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