“By the grace of the lord shall we stand against these demons! We are gathering near Salt Lake City for a righteous crusade against the demons. Let us gather under the banner of the Lord and smite them from the face of the ea-”

“...Please send help, the infected have our building surrounded and are breaking through the doors. Please we are at-”

“Hello? Is anyone there? I am hungry and mommy and daddy haven't moved in the past couple of hours. I am scared, please resp-”

These were the final transmissions gathered by the FGS Hansa as it sat in Earth's orbit awaiting the arrival of the international space station. On the planet's surface, the lights that were once visible from space slowly vanished and soon, there were none left. Compiling millions of messages sent from languages around the world, the FMS Hansa would receive its final transmission on March 19th, 2172.

“...”

"...T-to those who still live, this is President James L. Woodsier...Currently, I am the lone survivor of the presidential bunker here in Washington. Even now, I hear the relentless clawing of those infected with the Red Plague who just days ago were once my wife and children…E-even though I don't know how long I will survive, the food in the bunker has already been contaminated with the virus, I know my end is near. To those who are still alive, forgive me for what I must do and for those who may hear this message in the future, I give you a stark warning. Leave this planet be and do not enter under any circumstance for demons reside here and for whom have doomed us all. Burn this planet, avoid it, quarantine this entire star system if need be but for the sake of all that is holy, do not come here."

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"..."

"One of the infected has penetrated a hole in the steel door leading to this room…Oh god Amelia why…Forgive me for what I must do..."

Shortly after the signal was sent, a singular bright flash of light covered the horizon as it consumed what used to be the Russian Capital and soon after, hundreds of flashes would be seen coming from every major population center on every continent. Large plumes of ash and smoke consumed the planet after the explosions had ceased and all communications went silent. Drifting in orbit for a few more days as it compiled the data, the shuttle would finally come into contact with the ISS.

Already dozens of other spacecrafts were latched onto the station, each one blazed with an insignia or a flag, as the final preparations for Project Eternity were made. Following predetermined goals laid out by scientists before their launch, the on-board AI's which piloted the shuttles gathered on a secured network and exchanged whatever supplies had been left on the ISS after shipments had been made over the passing months since the outbreak occurred. Machinery, tools, seeds, DNA samples, prefabricated materials and many things were gathered and distributed by the gathered AI before eventually preparations were complete.

One by one, each shuttle would, either in groups or by themselves, pull away from the station and activate their engines. Blue rings surrounded the craft and after a few moments, would vanish as the shuttles were propelled past the speed of light. Soon, only the FGS Hansa was left. Loading whatever was left on the station into its cargo bays, the shuttle AI would gather anything that had been left behind before deactivating the station to spare it the agony of solitude. Peeling away from its docking bays and drifting out into space, the shuttle would make it past the moon before it activated its warp drive. A blue ring of light surrounded the shuttle as tachyon particles were produced by the drive and shot out in front of the shuttle before eventually, a small cone formed in front of the shuttle, and it would be propelled past the speed of light into the great unknown.