What the…?"
He muttered it under his breath, barely audible—but loud enough for the officer at the console above to catch it.
"What happened?" his commanding officer asked, already stepping toward him.
No response.
The junior officer was frozen, eyes locked on the display. His mind barely able to process what he was seeing. It wasn't just one ship—it was a fleet. An entire armada. And it was closing fast.
Suddenly, his commanding officer leaned over—and his face went pale as he saw the same thing.
"Unknown FTL signatures—approaching fast. Huge formation—vector aligned directly with us…"
There was a split second of stunned silence.
Then the senior officer shouted—his voice echoing across the tier:
"Sound the alarm! Now!"
Fleet-wide alarm klaxons screamed to life.
Red lights bathed every corridor. Crew scrambled to battle stations. The warning tone—reserved only for catastrophic threats—reverberated through every deck of Tauros Prime and across the entire Minotaur 7th Fleet.
