From both of the the comm. channels, a startlingly loud burst of static blares. You hear a soft scrabbling noise, then a loud thump, then a terrified voice whispering, interrupted by frequent, hitching breaths. The voice is disjointed, haunted, somehow, and you get the feeling that whoever is on the other end of the line is no longer wholly sane. Some part of them has been blasted away, and you get a disturbingly strong image of them, sitting alone under flickering lights, watching as the darkness slowly encroaches...

"They're coming... many, one, all the same, none alike.... eyes in the darkness... beyond the walls of space.... they come. It comes. God above forgive us for whatever we have done...."

The voice breaks off for a moment, and you hear a burst of laughter, a high, giggling pitch despite the rather deep, masculine tone of the voice on the other end of the line. The laughter seems muffled, somehow, whether the unknown speaker is stifling himself, or the source is something else, you cannot tell.

"No time... no time at all... God, why do the eyes stare like that. Why don't they blink, dammit?.... I... I... no.. no... I can hear them.... No time. No time at all."

After that, you hear nothing for a moment, then you can barely make out a quick, muttered prayer, garbled and half-muffled. Then the discharge of a standard-issue laser pistol. A soft, wet thump. Silence.

Suddenly, sensors begin to pick up... well.. something. Or somethings. There's no good way to describe it. Visual readouts show outlines in the stars. Vague shapes, too chaotic to be anything man-made. For some reason, you find yourselves grateful that all they are is outlines. You have a feeling that if you were to see whatever it is that's out there all that once, you'd regret it. As it is, the outlines are hideously suggestive, and what they suggest is... wrong. Trying to look at them is like trying to wrap your brain around a concept that human minds simply aren't built to understand. And the sensor readouts are just as bad. Every type of detection method from infrared to magnetic imaging simply fails, or goes haywire. Nothing is permanent. Everything is shifting... And slowly, as you look around, you realize that the shadows in the hanger are lengthening. They seem almost... hungry. The circles of light shrink, slowly being drawn into the shadow. And the parts that are already in shadow seem to develop a darkness that is not merely an absence of light, but its antithesis, a terrible, hungry shadow within shadows.