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.
"Try to hail...whatever is down there," Ortega ordered, her voice firm and steady.
"...Project Echo-12 abandoned...terrain anomalies detected... containment protocols engaged... Requesting backup..."
As the ship shuddered and lurched, the captain's thoughts turned to the rumors that had circulated about R0712.7z – whispers of an ancient alien city hidden beneath the planet's surface, of technology that defied understanding, and of an unquenchable hunger that lurked in the shadows.