Orchris

Blackness emptiness was all that was around. The little probe zipped through this void at nearly 17,000 kph, long forgotten by her creators and thought to be dead. She was dead infact, yet still flying through interstellar space on a mission to nowhere. The barely noticeable little silver blip floated on in the vastness all alone with nothing but scars and a strange gold disc to even tell about its journey. On her side, the word "Voyager 1" was barely even noticeable anymore after years of damage flying though the treacherous oort cloud. She was doomed to an eternity of mindless traveling... or tho she thought. Until one day she was ripped from the void and for the first time in 300 years she felt the warm touch of skin. But not human skin. She was bashed and beaten and disassembled never to be one piece again. But that little gold disk would change the fate of her creators forever... for it gave these godlike beings a gift... our cosmic address. Soon after her death... a weapon of untold destruction would be hurled at the birthplace of the little probe and when it hit... nothing would ever be the same again.