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

The response was immediate. A burst of static, followed by a single phrase that sent shivers down the captain's spine: R0712.7z

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

What an intriguing prompt!