Ortega's gaze snapped to the viewscreen. "Raise shields, go to condition yellow. We don't know what we're walking into."
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. R0712.7z
"...Project Echo-12 abandoned...terrain anomalies detected... containment protocols engaged... Requesting backup..." Ortega's gaze snapped to the viewscreen