A piercing alarm resonated within the battleship. Moments earlier, discussions had been ongoing about how to handle this primitive civilization's geometric inhabitants, but now, a sense of solemnity enveloped the room as lights indicative of high alert flared up around them.
"What's the situation? Is it cosmic turbulence or a massive meteor shower?" the governor inquired seriously.
"No, neither. It's a civilization-made object with clear signs of modification, approaching at an incredibly high speed!" the monitoring officer transmitted through rapid electromagnetic waves. "Based on its trajectory, there's a ninety percent chance it originates from the indigenous civilization of our target planet..."
"Incredibly fast?" the governor paused, "Did you get a reading? How fast is it exactly?"
