The Freedom of Space

"Captain, there's something on the sensors," lieutenant Chambers said. He swiveled in his chair and looked over his shoulder at Mohinder Omja, Captain of the Blind Man. "It's big."
    "What sort of big?" Omja asked, rising from his chair in the center of the room and joining the lieutenant at his console. "Another ship?"
    Chambers shook his head. "Much bigger, sir. I'm trying to calibrate the sensors to pick it up better."
    "A planet?"
    "No sir. Bigger." The lieutenant tapped on his computer. He squinted at confusing numbers. "Good Lord."
    "What is it?"
    "According to this, sir," the lieutenant said, "the object in front of the ship is lightyears long."
    The command deck of the interstellar ship went quiet. "I'm sorry lieutenant. Did you say lightyears?"
    "Yes sir. The sensors can't grasp its full size," the lieutenant said. He pointed at the numbers on his screen. Captain Omja leaned in and studied them.
    "Kerrigan, come here," he called. The woman stood next to him. "Look." Omja pointed at the screen and the numbers. Kerrigan looked. Her stony face changed to confusion and mystery.
    "I don't believe it," she whispered, standing straight. "Captain, do we send a team?"
    "Of course we do! This is incredible! A structure this big! Get our best people ready to go. Lieutenant, how far are we?"
    "We'll be within landing distance in a day, Captain."