Apart from the sounds of people at work, the bridge of the USS Olympic was quiet. She had seen her fill of excitement on the Romulan border, and the crew seemed ready for a quiet trip home.

Along their way, they passed an almost minute black hole. “Captain.” came a voice from ops. “I’m receiving some sort of signal. It’s a pattern. Three long bursts, three… dots, and then three more bursts. Over and over again. Sir, the truly impossible thing is where it’s coming from. Tracking the signal back leads to the centre of that black hole.”

-Matrix