Not very long after - three years, perhaps - came the Patronians.

Yes.

Among the universe's most powerful races. 

The ones who had started as Ventus Corporation, a giant that would conquer its surrounding planets and stars.

They had finally formed, from the depths, to the Patronian Empire.

They saved us. They took us from our miserable outpost, to their glorious home, thriving with technology and life, and left us. 

They had left us, without telling us what to do. 

We lived in the streets, begging for food and equipment.

We had nothing to do, we had nothing to eat, we had nothing to live with.

We had nothing.