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Emergence
An unearthly scream howls through the wireless. Ships disappear without a trace. Unidentified contacts stalk you at the edge of DRADIS range. A lone scout returns at the edge of madness telling stories of phantom ships not responding to any hail, and attacking without warning or mercy.

Pilots, Our Halloween event started today so check your mission log and find me those phantoms!

Dismissed!