"Several billion light years from home," Rush murmurs, attention dropping back to the console with distant interest. "Launched, hundreds of thousands of years ago, by the Ancients. Unmanned."

His gaze flicks briefly up to scan the room with a faint sense of awe. Unmanned. Sent for what purpose. What purpose. The Ancients had a reason, a destination in mind, he is certain of it. But what purpose.