Elliot’s eyes widened. “Or it could be a trap. Remember what happened to the Titan rigs when the methane geysers flared?”
“Ping,” NORA said, and a sonar pulse rippled outward.
Mara’s eyes widened. “Elliot, we’re picking up a frequency. It’s not just a beacon; it’s… a transmission.” juy-824
“Let’s see what we have,” Mara said, pulling up a holographic interface. The alien transmission resolved into a series of symbols—geometric shapes that shifted, overlapped, and morphed. As NORA parsed them, a low, resonant tone filled the chamber.
The drone extended a magnetic grapple and latched onto the probe. The tether tightened, and slowly, the two objects rose together toward the surface. Elliot’s eyes widened
“Elliot, you see this?” she called, tapping a command into the console.
Mara stared. “And these… pulses, they’re not random. They’re… coordinates? Or a path?” Mara’s eyes widened
Elliot stared, his expression a mixture of awe and terror. “I… I think we did.”