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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.

We realized that the Xsotan were expanding their territory from the center of the galaxy, so we thought the best move would be to journey to the edge of the galaxy.

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.

We were constantly attacked. They wanted our technology. Our ships. Our weapons.

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.

But luckily we're living in the wreckages of a convoy that was meant for the migration of millions.