Hiro approached the communication console, his expression turning serious. It was an encrypted message, but the signature was unmistakable.
The team exchanged worried glances as Hiro decrypted the message. The words that appeared on the screen sent a chill down their spines.
"You have something of mine. Return it, or face consequences beyond your imagination."
The message ended with coordinates – a meeting point.
"We need to decide our next move carefully," Hiro said, his mind already racing with possibilities.
"Are we considering giving it back?" asked Zara, her tone skeptical.
"We weigh our options," Hiro replied. "But one thing is clear – we need a plan because we're playing with fire here."
As they started to strategize, the ship's alarm blared. An incoming transmission from an unknown source.
