[i][b][u]Aboard the ECV Spirit of Wind, in a dead galaxy, in a forgotten time.[/u][/b][/i]

Unit One stood at the one of the most well protected rooms of the [i]Wind[/i], gazing upon the large square. One hundred eighty three years ago the last star had faded into death, and the process of digitizing every entry from the Library of The Endless began. Just hours ago they had finished, every letter and number now documented into the square database, encased in the hardest metal they could forge. The Library once spanning hundreds of kilometers, now was a metal cube. No taller, wider or longer than 10 meters. He sighed, wondering what they were to do now. All was lost, the light had gone, empires fallen and people starved. The last few remaining species had gone mad, entering a dark spiral into their destruction. How much longer until they were to lose their minds? He played with the thought of being the last species, standing amongst the ruins of a countless number of dead. In only a hundred more years, he wagered, that would be the reality. Their reality. 

He gazed upon the new Library of The Endless, hundreds of his people were in the massive chamber. Bowing to the newly made artifact, all of them had prayers on their minds. Praying for what, Unit One had no idea. He was not praying, he was thinking. Not bowing, nor kneeling. Standing. Thinking. When exactly did The Endless leave? ...And how could they have left? How was the word that preyed upon his mind. He remembered small Endless children playing with him, draping necklaces of flowers over his neck. He remembered caring for the Endless whenever they were ill. He remembered their weddings, so full of color, of so many cuisines and art works. He remembered a woman cleaning his chassis after he and a few dozen others had worked 30 years maintaining the power conduits of a city. He remembered attending her funeral. Seeing her children and loved ones cry tears of sadness. So how? He felt a tightening behind his breastplate. How? Were they not vigilant enough? Did he and his people mean nothing to The Endless?  A ping halted his train of thought. He tore his sight away from the artifact and walked out of the room. Giving one last thought to the matter, was their departure voluntary?

He arrived onto the bridge. The other three leaders were here. Unit Two, the Healer. Unit Eight, the Warrior. Unit One Thousand, Three Hundred and Forty Two, the Traveler. The instant Unit One stepped into the room he was updated on the situation.
[b][i]Why was I not notified?[/i][/b] He asked,
[b][i]You were busy overseeing the transport of The Library, we had assumed you entered prayer afterwords.[/i][/b] Unit Two replied,
[b][i]I was not in prayer.[/i][/b] He plainly stated, he saw through the [i]Wind[/i] and looked at the anomaly. There was silence on the bridge. Something like this happening naturally should be extremely rare. And the remaining sentient species were in no condition to create something like this. How could a wormhole just appear? Only a kilometer away, in front of their ship? [b][i]This anomaly first appeared when The Library had been completed? And only expanded when we brought it aboard?[/i][/b] Unit One asked them. Unit Two nodded. This was far to coincidental to be a natural occurrence. Unit One concluded, he stood for a tense minute. It was almost like something, or someone wanted them to come through.

Unit One sent the data to every Forged in the ship. [b][i]My brothers. Long ago I asked you to follow me on a quest to find The Endless. For centuries we traveled, finding nothing. We all knew it would not be an easy task. I ask you this once again, will you follow me, Brothers? Into this strange wormhole that has appeared before us. There is no way of knowing what is on the other side, or who. We may be going to our doom, we may be going to our salvation. I will not force any of you to come with me, so I ask, will you follow me?[/i][/b] Not a second later, 3,874 acknowledgement pings appeared. Everyone had said yes. Unit One felt pride in his chest, replacing that tightening feeling of unease that had gripped him earlier. [i][b]Then we go as one mind, with one purpose. For the Wind carries us to new horizons.[/b][/i]

Unit One felt the vessel shudder in anticipation, and her engines rumble. Unit One kept his eyes on the wormhole, hopeful that it was leading them to a new dawn, but dreading that it was actually their doom. Unit Two suddenly fell, confusion flashed through Unit One's mind, then all he saw was black.

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[i][b][u]Aboard the ECV Spirit of Wind, in Intergalactic space, current time.[/u][/b][/i]

[i]>...
>Rebooting
>Reboot successful[/i]
Unit One's vision flashed, he slowly got up, finding himself on the ground. [i]Wind[/i] was in a panic, sending him scores of status updates. He saw his Brothers on the ground, shut down like he was. The shields were offline, the power generators were offline, weapons offline, most systems were. [b][i]Wind, prioritize The Heart of Castra, then The Reliquary. What are power levels, and our location?[/i][/b]
>Power Levels at 32.543%
>Location: Intergalactic Space
>Rebooting Power Generators...
>Rebooting Shield Generators...
>!
>Incoming transmissions.
Unit One looked through the [i]Wind[/i], seeing only the distant galaxies... And the numerous vessels that were nearby. He noted their differing sizes and technologies. [i][b]This is not heaven.[/b][/i] Unit One grumbled. Small screens appeared and audio played. Each ship had broadcast a transmission. He listened to each transmission intently, he knew every language in his galaxy, and had come to the conclusion that he had no idea what these new aliens were saying. Soon, his people began to wake up. To bombardments of status updates and situation updates. Unit 1,342 looked to Unit One.
[i][b]I will decipher these languages.[/b][/i] The Traveler spoke.
[i][b]Be swift, we must know what they are saying.[/b][/i]

The darkened ship, 2,332 meters long, was effectively dead in the water. This made Unit One anxious, but in the past The Forged have been known to appear invisible on lifeform scanners. This would buy them a few precious minutes, as organics tended to be curious about a pristine ship with 'no crew'.