RandomCommander
(I assumed that I couldn't hear the message, which is why I didn't respond to it.)
++All ships, Jump to coordinates attached, execute on receipt.++
The STC ships lance forward, their drives pushing them toward their destination on pillars of impossibility, cutting through space like a ship through water. within the minute the drives shut off, jerking the Scout Fleet back into realspace unceremoniously. The Wing Commander scans the displays in front of him, trying to spot the RHO base, it should be here if the destination, "Letulci Prime" was truly where the outpost is situated...
The comms officer sits bolt upright suddenly.
"Sir I'm getting a transmission from an unknown source at system edge, I can't make it out, it seems it's suffering from a lot of distortion, and I don't think our comms systems can read the transmission type very well anyway."
"Give me a transcript."
There is a chattering sound as a small slip of paper emerges from a slot on the Comms officer's desk, he tears it off and hands it to the Commander.
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"What the hell... Get me Central branch, I want to send them a copy of this, see if they can decode it."
"Aye sir"
++This is STC scout fleet Beta, "Antagonist" sending, requesting a decode on encrypted message, please respond.++
+̷̡͓̞̞͈̮̙́+̵̬͈̽͜T̷̢̺̳̲̙̿̄̒̔̑͆̐͑͑̆̌͜͠h̶̡̡̩͉̤̬̞̝̥̠̮̱̦͆̌̉̉͆̆̽̈́̄̊ĩ̸͇̀̽̐̽̐̿̑̉̿̔̚ ̵̹̤̘̗̻̲̪̲̣͙̄̐̚s̷̜͎̪̲̙̓̋̿͊̇́ ̴̛͚͌͑̈͘̚͠T̶͉͈̫͕͔̝̘̱̲̠̩͗̽͑̈́͝ͅC̷͖̯͋̒̑͘ ̷̢̻̺̫̳̳̪̫̉̈͐̄͊.̸̡̛̣̮̂͌̌̋̏͝ͅ.̵̩̞̟̍͒̑.̵̥͙̝̘̞̗̞̜͍͕͙̤͖̲͑̌̓̂͂͛ͅÇ̴̢̡̨̡͖͓͚̮̗͌̆̕ ̴̢̨̨̛͓̙̗͔̘͓̰̈́̆͛͂̈́͑̌̌̊̀̀̇̃̕ͅ.̷̢̹͚͓͓̭̺̣̱̟̅.̴̡̧͉͙͍͓̞͇̝͎̪̦͛̇̅͐̓̈́͌̒̈́̚͝ͅ.̷̛̱̲͎̠̯̖̗̈́̉͊́́̃͐̐̕͘͝ ̴̧̧̛̣̮̲͈̼̅̄̽̎̕.̵͔̥͓̭͉̺͔̪̜̬̬͔͕͙̋̈́̆̾̂̌͒w̶̧̛͙͇̬̝͍͓̠̺̬̳̌͛̂͂̒͐̿̌̂a̸̡̢̝̱̠̲̞̬̰̮̣̗̘͍͗̄̈́u̵̡̧͉̯̲̞̰͕͓͖̎̄̇͐͆̈̔̀̓̐́̓̿̀̚͜/̴̛̲̭̲̼̱̹͌̿͗̊̌͆͂̋̆\̸̢̘̥̫̣̻͆͌̐̈́͆̄̔̍͘̕̕a̶̖̣̺̜̖̤̿̆̊̓̋̒̅̈́̓͘͝w̸̡̧̨̥͚̮̰̭͙̜̪̙͙͍̼͒͆͋̈̈̈̽͊͋̂̔̚̕͝͝u̸̢̯͙̠̻̱͔͕̱̬̩̅̈́͘͜d̵̢̛͍̙̘͉̝̺̘͓̓́̔̀͂̂̏̈̾̂͑́̕͜ ̴̡̢̛͈̳̺̦̮̜̱̩͙̣͛͗̅̽̃̈̀̌̈͑r̷̛̝̗̞̥̙͒̓̔̈́ë̵͎̺̘͎̰͚̞͈͋ṋ̷̨̺͖̮̲͕̥͚̱̄̇̾̆͐̓̇͒͌̀͝͝g̴̨̛̜̝͎̝͓̗̰͔̘̖͍̋̄͒̇̏͂̓̅̈́̑͋͋͝h̷͇͈͚̯̙͔̥̻̺̘͎̠̾́̃͌̊͜͜t̵̢̹͔͉͉͎̘͇̄͂̊̐͛̿͘ͅ ̶͚̮̃̓̈̈͊5̸͇̪̟̺̃̃͋̈́͛͒͗̔̋͗̓͘,̴̧̛̹̬̳̤̳̓̓́̀̈̇ ̷̧̠̮͍̲̰̪̻̻̩̣͈̟̞̀̅̃́̀̏̐̆̂͜i̸̙̩͍͈̇͋̆͋̑̐͝͝d̴͕͑̃̍ ̷͔̭͕̬̗̆̇͜ͅn̴̲͕̈́̌̋͆̍̿̾͑̓̕͝ơ̷̗͎̖̺̼̟̥̘͇͊̈͊͒ṯ̵̨̣͖͇̙́͊̐͊̉̏̉͋̐͋͑̔ ̶̲͂ù̴̢̗͖̞̗̰̜͕͊͆̅͒͘͝n̴̠̜̆̀̈́͌̈́̈́́́̔̅ͅd̷͓̤͉̗̭̊͐͆ĕ̴̟͉̤͈̫̘͎̰͓͕̳̮̥͕͒̀ȑ̴̨̢̢̩̣̯̤͆͒̈́s̶̮̥̓͊͛͌̂̉͊̓̔̀̅͘̕.̷̧̲͍̳̘̺̠͖̪̭̙͖̞̱̭̈̉̍̒̈͝.̷̧̩̪̦̻͙͇͓̤̦̬̼̉̔ͅ.̶̖̣͒͑̈̀̈̾̑͛̓̓̏͆̓̊y̶̢͈͔̜̘̞͉̳͓̭͗͆̎̔̿͂ô̵̡̖̟̰̲͉͔̌͛̄͊̃͛̕̕͜͜u̸̮͎͓̪̮̹̟͇̤͍̬͉̯̩̍̾̾͆̉͒̀͒̔̑̅̕͘͠ͅr̵̨̨͓̻̻̻̰̰͕̮̪̹̋̍̅̍̒͛̈͜ ̵̨̡̛̛̟̠͕͎̠͗̎̀̇̏͐͂̿̊̕m̸̖̤̞̼͈̈́̀e̶͈̲̙͓͎͔̪̫̱̍̾͆̿̇s̸͓̅̔͆͆̈́͑́̎̆͛̚͘ş̵̡̛̱̪̖̪̞͉̊͒̇̒̎̏͝å̸̙̠̺̙̯̏̅g̸̡̡̨̮̤̼̬͓̺̣̞̉͛̀̉̆͋̈́̏͜ͅe̵̪͙͇̳̥̣̣̳̰͖͉̜̪̾̀̍̉̄̇̒̈́ͅ,̶̣͕͎͈͚̰̪̝̞͕͕̃͋̄́̒̿̒͒͆͑̀́̚͝͝ͅ ̵̨̧̩͇̩̲̰̣͈͚͕̤̜̹͑̄͜͠p̴͈͇͚̟͍̹̥͉̼̫̣͊͐͊s̷͎̲̳̪̗̥̠͓͕̻̜̘̃̈̅ȩ̴̡̰̬̯̻̟̭͔̮̫͙̈́̊̃̏̆̈́̌̌͒̆͌̾͘͜͜ͅĺ̴̢͖̲̗͉̥͍̹̻̻̣̉ ̷̥̳̮̅͊͋̍̾͗̕ͅr̴̼͍̬͇͖̝͉̮̫͖͍̭̝̭̍̔̅̽̓̅͒e̸̫̖̤̯͔̣̗͔̲̗̪͋̓́̈́ş̶̰̘͔̼͍̳̦̩̝͖͆̽̏̒̇̀͐͘̕͠͠e̶̛͕̪̱̭̙̍̅̽͌̍̔͒̚͜n̶͍͔̘̥͖͍̻͈͇̻̩͈͚̺̝̎̇̈́͒͗̆̋̊̾̌́̚͝d̷̨͈͚̖͙̮͎̅̍̀̌̂̍͐̕͠͠+̵̨̨̯͗̒̓̿͊̀͛̇͌̊+̴̢̡̼̹̞͚̞̼͔̖̻́̈́̐̈́͋́̒́͜͜͝
"STAK"
The comm officer slapped his 'phones off his head at the garbled mess of high pitched squeaks and distorted comm chatter that assailed his ears, cursing.
"It's no good sir, I can't get through to base, our comms weren't built for these conditions."
"Well, it seems that we are alone then..."
The officer manning the scanner desk turns to the Commander.
"Not only that sir, but my scans are not reaching anywhere near as far as they should, I should normally be getting a picture of the system edge in about 15 minutes, but I can't even get a scan of our immediate surroundings in ten. We're flying blind sir."
"Fid! why the hell is nothing working today..."
++All ships, emergency execute full stop, repeat, full stop.++
The ships reduce their speed to a standstill, they need to see what is happening, and travelling at .5 the speed of light, there would be no chance of "Eyeballing"...