On a faraway planet, Rick Hunter and the SDF-3 were finishing the establishment of a new colony in the name of the RDF. Things had gone well, and the Robotech Warriors were about to depart when they intercepted a distress call from a planet even more faraway than the planet they were on.
Actually, it was less of a distress call and more a terror-ridden orgy of gibbering chatter and screams of madness. Translated by the computer, the strange transmission ran as follows:
"Formless!! It chitters and engulfs us!! Eeeaaarrrrghhh! NOOOOOOOO!!! Fight! We succumb!! Ieaahhh!! Crawler!!! No match for the King in Yellow!! Save yourselves if you hear this! All is LOST! Flee! FLEE!! FLEE!!!"
"What do you make of this, Rick?" asked Dr. Lang, with Max Sterling, Myria, and Lisa Hunter present as well.
"Sounds bad. Dispatch a squadron of our new hyperspace-ready Omega class Veritechs and a Prowler recon vessel to see what the commotion is."
Minutes later, the protoculture-driven warcraft departed from the SDF-3's massive hangers and prepared to execute a spacefold towards their unknown target.
"I've got a weird feeling about this sortie, Jack." said Veritech ace Tom Staley over his comm-link. "I had strange dreams last night. Weird cities, monoliths, and noises."
"Hmmmm...I had some odd dreams as well." responded Jack. "But not too bad. Don't worry, it'll be ok! We've got some of the most advanced hardware in the universe here...our new Neutron-X and Z missiles can handle anything!"
"You're right Tom, you're right." said Jack. And to himself he said "Quit acting like a kid! Its all in your head..."
The hyperspace fold of the small force created a multicolored sphere, which quickly collapsed as the ships defied physics and raced toward the unknown.
