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Nothing went according to plan. Most members of the alliance weren't even agreeing on where we should go.

The alliance was weakened, and there were thousands of factions arising out of the chaos.

They tore the galaxy to shreds. Billions of lives were lost. Entire sectors just disappeared. It was a slaughter. And the worst part? We never even saw a single Xsotan ship.

Then they hit us. We didn't know if they knew what we were planning or if it was just a coincidence, but subspace rifts started to appear.

Half the galaxy had agreed to join us, and we proceeded with the preparations.

We hoped that this might give us enough time to find a strategy to beat them.

They were getting closer and closer to our home sectors, so together with our allies, we decided that it was time to fall back and work out a new strategy.

After we realized we couldn't beat the Xsotan at the time, we decided to flee.

Operation Exodus was the largest migration the galaxy had seen.

We are the descendants of the Haatii. Our ancestors used to live near the center of the galaxy.

Our hyperspace drives were destroyed, and now we're stuck here.

For a long time we managed to fight them back, but at some point we couldn't fight any longer, and were overwhelmed.

And a large convoy like ours was not exactly easy to hide.

We were disorganized, demoralized and weak. Our best guess is that a lot of people in the outer sectors here knew that.

We have enough food and energy to sustain us for hundreds of years to come.