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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.

Since our hyperdrives are all gone, we're stuck here.

We were overwhelmed by outlaws and bandits. When they realized that our technology was completely incompatible with theirs and thus worthless to them, they left our ancestors to die here.

There are many more of us, in other sectors, but sadly we can't reach them.

We set up this beacon, but we never thought anybody would use it.

I would never have thought that anybody would come out here.

We're scattered over all these wreckages.

We don't know how to do that or where they're coming from, but when our ancestors were fighting them they managed to get their hands on some of their technology.