Cp 63 Direct

"Captain, I'm detecting some kind of...biological signature...inside," Lieutenant Chen said, his voice low.

"Mr. Bradley, can you pinpoint the source of that signal?" she asked.

Commander Sarah Jenkins stared at the viewscreen in front of her, her eyes fixed on the swirling vortex of hyperspace. The stars blurred together like watercolors on wet paper, a mesmerizing display that she'd seen countless times before. But this mission felt different. "Captain, I'm detecting some kind of

Sarah's gut tightened. This was getting worse by the minute. "Let's move in, but stay sharp."

Sarah's mind reeled. CP 63? That was a classified research facility on a remote planet on the edge of the sector. She'd heard rumors of strange occurrences and equipment malfunctions, but nothing that would suggest a catastrophic containment breach. Commander Sarah Jenkins stared at the viewscreen in

"Captain, I think we have a problem," Lieutenant Chen said, his eyes fixed on the corridor beyond.

"Captain, we're receiving a strange signal from the edge of the sector," her communications officer, Ensign Tom Bradley, said, his voice laced with concern. Sarah's gut tightened

"It's...coded, sir. We're trying to decode it, but it's not matching anything in our database."