His name was Rob Day. He was twenty-four years old and had three years-worth of experience in the American States Armed Forces and two years in the Terran Military Forces. He was currently the High Commander of a small dispatch sector for scouting information for the Terran military. His branch's goal was to gain information about their enemy, the Amix race.

The Amix were an alien race who continuously and viciously bombed Terran settlements once they discovered the people's existence. Ever since the humans gained the ability to become mobile in space, they peacefully began to settle into various earth-like planets which could sustain plant growth and provide people with living conditions. The aliens used their advanced military technology to bully the people from settling into their homes. At first, politicians tried to reason with the Amix but with no avail. It seemed that there was no ground for communication between the two races, so humans did the only thing the knew best. They began a war. At first, they mindlessly attacked the alien spaceships with various missiles and guns. Their attempts were futile as the alien spaceships seemed invulnerable to Terran's attacks. Forgetting their differences, people began copying and innovating new versions of the Amix weaponry and spacecrafts. Once they realized they had something to counter the aliens, people began bombing any stray ships found flying around. They would often scavenge the destroyed spacecraft, hoping to find more information about their enemy. However, the only thing they ever found was a hollow spaceships with its motherboard destroyed and a toxic liquid on the ground.

"SGT Daniel reporting with information on an Amix craft!" a young officer stood stiffly inside his office with one hand placed roboticly on his forehead.

"I'm listening."

"Our dispatch bombed another alien craft not to far away. Lieutenant Sanders believes the ship was spying on us."

Robert leaned back in his chair, "Calm down kid, Sanders thinks everything is spying on him. Is the main-board intact?"

"No sir! It appears that the.... thing operating the craft suicided once it found itself surrounded by our forces."

"Dammit!" he muttered under his breath. How was the Terran Military ever going to gain any of the enemy's knowledge if every time they took captured on of their spaceships, it were completely destroyed? Of course humans were able to recreate many of the weapons and vehicles, but none of them were nearly as sophisticated as the Amix's. "Did you receive any more information from this expedition?"

"There was a frequency that was released shortly before suicide. Our soldiers were able to capture the details of the frequency."

His mood suddenly became hopeful, "Have you released this information to anyone else?"

"No sir! We were only able to give the message to the scientists at our dispatch."

"Were they able to decipher it yet?" he wanted all the information he could get.

"I don't know, we only gave it to them this morning."

"No time to waste, we're going to the lab sector right now." He grabbed his jacket while following the Sergent. Maybe this was the break that the human race was looking for. If they could figure out the message, people would finally gain the ability communicate with the aliens.