Warhammer Falling Stars

Prologue

A.N: I know that this story is what many people would consider to be…well unique to put it mildly but I hope you will give it a chance.

Also this story was heavily inspired by: An ISOT in Grimdark by mko95, Event Horizon by Spartan-168-Django and last but certainly not least The End Times Retold by Psykic Ninja.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Warhammer be it Fantasy Battles or 40k, because if I did, the End Times would never have happened.

Automated Navigational System AI Columbus Online…

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Protocol 12 activated…

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Arrival in $% ^*Error^&*% System Imminent

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Scanning surrounding planets…

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Two habitable worlds detected in system…

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Habitable worlds designated as H1 and H2

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Warning: low fuel detected within Colony Ships: Mayflower, Discovery and Resolute…

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Calculating probability of reaching habitable worlds

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Probability calculated:

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Probability of successfully reaching H1 with current fuel reserves: 10%

Probability of successfully reaching H2 with current fuel reserves: 87.8%

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H2 chosen as destination, rerouting Mayflower, Discovery and Resolute.

ETA to destination: 9 months, 17 days, 22 hours, 9 mins, 18 secs.

-Altdorf, Capital of the Empire of Man, Celestial College-

Raphael Julevno Patriarch of the Celestial Order of the Empire's Colleges of Magic was sitting down in his personal chambers going over one of the tomes he perused every now and again when he found himself with some time for leisurely activities. While he had gone over many of the Celestial Order's tomes in the time he had found himself in this particular book was one that he had always enjoyed reading no matter how many times he had pored over its contents.

The wizard had only just begun to open the book when he felt a slight tingling sensation at the back of his mind that was quickly spreading throughout his mind. Julevno recognized this sensation almost immediately as he had felt it many, many times before. The sensation quickly overtook his mind as Julevno found himself no longer inside his chambers but instead he found himself in a seemingly endless black void that was covered in tiny white lights.

'Stars' he realized almost instantly. He and his fellow wizards at the Celestial college had gazed up at them countless times to the point that if he didn't recognize such a thing at first glance then there would truly be some cause for concern.

It was then that the vision truly began in earnest. A bright flash filled Julevno's vision and suddenly he wasn't among the heavens anymore. Instead he was back on the surface of the world, at night where the only illumination came from the white glow of Mannslieb. The Patriarch of the Celestial Order took in his surroundings in full and saw that he was on the sands of a beach that bordered a seemingly endless ocean out in front of him and when he looked behind Julevno saw hills, plains and an enormous forest that lay beyond.

All of the sudden Julevno felt compelled to look upwards back at the sky. He then saw three fiery streaks slowly making their way across the sky, but they seemed to be slowly making their way towards the surface below. As the streaks made their way across the sky Julevno felt an almost unmistakable feeling of something that was coming over the horizon, something that he couldn't understand at first, but he quickly realized what it was. It was change, and not just change for the Empire but for the very world itself. Whether this change would be for good or ill, the Patriarch did not know and it made him uneasy.

Soon the vision ended and Julevno found himself back in his personal chambers, sitting at his desk with a tome placed atop it, waiting to be read. However now it seemed as though the book would be forgotten as he had to take this message to Emperor Franz as quickly as he could. Coincidentally enough though, there was a frantic knocking on the door leading out into the hall.

Julevno opened the door and one of the younger Apprentices in the order, was looking at him with a nervous yet at the same time, disturbed expression "Magister Patriarch, there has been a strange development. All of the senior Magisters and most of the Apprentices, have all had the same vision." Now that definitely got Julevno's attention and when the young Apprentice finished elaborating on the details of the vision that many other members of the Celestial Order had, it became ever more obvious that this was something that Emperor Franz needed to hear as quickly as possible.

The Patriarch of the Celestial Order was broken out of his thoughts once again when the young Apprentice in front of him spoke up with a voice that held both anxiety and nervousness.

"W-what would you have m-me do Lord Patriarch?" asked the Apprentice. Julevno looked at the boy for a moment with a small reassuring smile "You have done more than enough young one, return to your master and inform him that I will be taking this to the Emperor immediately."

As Julevno made his way out of his chambers and through the college he was unaware that there were a number of other magically inclined individuals who had received similar visions elsewhere in the world.

On the Islands of Ulthuan, several Loremasters of Hoeth including one by the name of Teclis, beheld a similar vision and they all began set about trying to decipher what they had beheld as best they could before taking it to the Phoenix King. Whatever change was coming to the world it would doubtlessly effect the High Elves as well, and they needed to be ready for whatever came to pass, be it good or ill.

Teclis meanwhile did recognize some of the plants and trees that were in the vision and they immediately reminded him of the Old World. It made the Loremaster of Hoeth somewhat much more interested (and somewhat concerned) about the Phoenix King's upcoming visit to Karaz-a-Karak to try to reestablish diplomatic relations with the Dwarfs, something that a few other members of court were not in favor of. Perhaps he could accompany the king during the trip and perhaps find some answers.

In the seemingly endless jungles of Lustria in the Temple-City of Hexoatl the many Kroxigors, Skinks and Saurus Warriors went about their daily tasks, whatever they may be, but in the center of the city in one of the Stellar Pyramids, The Slann Mage-Priest, Lord Mazdamundi's eyes opened as a vision of things to come faded from his mind. However this vision was something that made him ponder what was coming from the stars.

Was this a sign that the Old Ones were returning? Had they at last deigned it important for them to return to the world that they had created to help shape it according to the Great Plan? Or was it something else, something that would bring ruin onto this world that the mighty Old Ones had helped create? Whatever the case may be, Mazdamundi had to find the answer as quickly as he could in order to prepare for whatever was to come. The Slann Mage-Priest would need to meditate further, and consult with the other Slann, perhaps even Lord Kroak if possible as they doubtlessly had seen the same visions that he had just beheld.

Ghrond known to many in the lands of Naggaroth and beyond as the Tower of Prophecy was once again living up to its name. In the inner sanctum of the tower was a sorceress of unsurpassed beauty that had lived for millennia, always plotting and scheming to help her son take what she believed to be his birthright. Morathi, the Hag Sorceress of Ghrond, the First of the Hag Queen's and mother to the True King of Ulthuan, came out of her vision with a smirk on her face. This particular vision was interesting, most interesting. It was a strong vision to be sure but at the same time it was, -like almost all visions- rather vague.

The only thing that Morathi could discern form it was that a time of change was coming for the world. Whatever these messages meant it was clear that something was coming, and if change was on the horizon then she would need to send word to her spies in Ulthuan to see if they could gather any information from the usurpers. If Morathi had seen such a clear and decisive vision then there was no doubt that the fools in the White Tower of Hoeth did as well, and as unlikely as it was, perhaps they had seen more than she had.

Morathi would need to bring this to her son –although being a gifted sorcerer in his own right, he had probably seen the vision as well- and then they would need to begin their own preparations for whatever was to come. If this coming change would weaken Ulthuan for the return of its rightful ruler, then they would need to be ready for such an event.

Far to north in the Great Chaos wastes, Archaon the Everchosen, the Three Eyed King and the Lord of the End Times sat atop his throne in a massive encampment filled with the warriors of the lost and the damned. When his sorcerers had all seen the vision, they interpreted it in several different ways. Many of the bootlickers interpreted it as a sign from the gods of the Everchosen's coming victories over the unenlightened in the south and the rest of the world. Others saw that it was an omen of ill fate for their master, of course they never really said it outright as they did not want to risk their lord's wrath but Archaon could see it in their eyes whenever he glanced at them.

The Everchosen was able to get the sorcerers to shut up after he decapitated some of the more vocal and expendable of their number. With the irritating jabbering gone, Archaon focused on the upcoming campaign to bring about the End Times. There was much to prepare for and he would make sure that vision or no, he would destroy this accursed world and everyone in it. It was his destiny and there was nothing that there was no Emperor, no God real or false that could possibly prevent this unavoidable future from coming to pass.

- UNES (United Nations of Earth Ship) Resolute Captain's Cryo Section, over 9 months later-

Vice Admiral Benjamin Petrarch's eyes snapped open as he finally awoke after who knew how long. He took in several deep breaths as he took in his surroundings. He was in the officer's cryo-bay section of the ship. The greyish-white floor and walls of the inside of the ship made too bright for his tastes from the illumination lamps mounted on the ceiling. Reflexively Petrarch put his hand in front of his eyes until they were used to the brightness shining down upon him. When his eyes finally adjusted Petrarch saw that the room was as he had left it when he entered cryo-sleep.

Petrarch heard the sound of footsteps coming from one of the corners of the room and he turned to look at one of the C184 class android caregiver that was walking towards him. The android resembled a fully grown adult human but only vaguely. The machine was completely bald, its skin was a rubbery white and looked utterly fake against the endoskeleton that was directly underneath the false skin. Its eyes glowed an unearthly icy blue, especially under lowlight conditions.

These machines had always unnerved the Vice Admiral. Androids were useful, there was no denying that; they were capable of easily performing tasks that were either too dangerous or too delicate to entrust to human hands. It also helped that the machines didn't need to eat or sleep unless one counted their recharge cycle as a nap. What unnerved the man though was just how, lifeless they were. It was almost like looking at a corpse.

Petrarch put those thoughts out of his head for the moment, he had work to do. The captain started to get out of the damned cryopod when he saw one of the androids making its way directly towards him. The caregiver android looked down at the aging admiral and put its arms out in a placating manner "Vice Admiral Petrarch you are not yet cleared to leave the cryopods. Your body has been in stasis for several years and there are a number of medical tests you must-" the android never got a chance to finish its sentence as the captain began to sit up again "I can go through all the medical rigmarole later, what is the status of everyone else on board the ship?" he demanded.

The android didn't even hesitate to answer the question "All crew, colonist and security personnel life signs are within acceptable parameters, although approximately twenty-seven percent of all subjects have been diagnosed with hibernation sickness." Petrarch was happy that there hadn't been any fatalities aboard his ship but there was something puzzling about the latter part of what was said.

Hibernation sickness was a normally temporary condition that occurred after spending a long period of time in cryo stasis. The symptoms could sometimes last for days or even a couple of weeks depending on the individual's constitution and the severity, it was common for someone to suffer from vertigo, mild to severe nausea, migraines, and general exhaustion. There were ways to prevent this while someone was in hibernation of course. The cryo pod's built in medical scanners would detect when someone was beginning to suffer hibernation sickness and the settings on the cryo pod could be adjusted accordingly but after a while it wouldn't matter and the individual inside would have hibernation sickness eventually no matter what was done.

Still though there were over fifty thousand people on board the Resolute and even more on the two other ships. How in the hell could over a fourth of them have hibernation sickness? In every single colonization attempt that required cryo-sleep only between one and three percent ever contracted hibernation sickness. Not only that but there were supposed to be androids that were working around the clock to make sure that those in stasis would stay alive and in healthy condition. Petrarch looked up at the android and asked "Just how long have the people aboard this ship been asleep?" he asked. The Android didn't even pause in its response "Unknown I do not have access to that information, I suggest that you consult the Columbus Navigational A.I. for that information."

Well it seemed as though this android wasn't going to be of much help. At that point Petrarch started to get up, in spite of the objections from the android. There were dozens of questions swimming through the admiral's mind, and he wasn't going to get any answers if he just continued to lay down in that damn pod that he had been sleeping in for lord knew how many years and had no intention of staying in the damn thing a second longer. He started to get out of the machine against the protests of the android that was supposed to be making sure that he remained in the best health possible. He was after all in charge of the wellbeing of the crew and passengers of the three ships that had been sent out to colonize the system of BG-214. He had a responsibility to find out just what in the hell had happened here.

After he finally managed to get out of the cryopod Petrarch found himself feeling vertigo. However the man did what he could to shake it off as best he could, there were questions that were swirling around in his head, and they needed to be answered as quickly as possible. Petrarch looked over at the android again "What's the status of the bridge crew?" he asked. "Currently all members of the bridge staff are in acceptable health and have all been awakened from cryo sleep in the Officers Cryo Bay 2-0" the Android answered.

Petrarch let out a bated breath. That was good, not only did this mean that they could get a handle on what in the hell was going on, but it also meant that some of the people he trusted the most weren't afflicted with hibernation sickness. "Contact them and have them meet me on the bridge immediately we need to find out what the hell is going on!" he ordered.

-Resolute, Bridge-

Almost thirty minutes later Vice Admiral Petrarch and the rest of the bridge staff had finally all managed to rendezvous on the bridge of the Resolute. The good admiral looked over the many stations that now had several men and women working feverishly trying to figure out what was going on. With a fair number of people in the stasis tubes having started to develop cases of hibernation sickness there was a very strong sense for everyone to try to figure out what in the hell was going on. They had received absolutely no help from the android caretakers as their programming was solely to keep the crew and the many, many colonists alive while they slept in stasis for almost ten years, not to ensure the ship ended up at its destination.

That responsibility lay in the artificial intelligence unit known as Columbus. Columbus was the latest AI built specifically for navigating a starship through long voyages, and it was believed that almost all ships under the UNE be they military or civilian would eventually find themselves equipped with one if they found themselves traveling far outside of a star system. This computer system was able to plot the most efficient and safest path towards almost any destination in real time via the sensor systems onboard the ships. In order to make sure that all three ships made it to their destination together though, the navigational systems of both the Discovery and the Mayflower were slaved to the Resolute's Columbus program. Meaning that wherever the Resolute went, the Discovery and the Mayflower would follow.

One of the officers, a by the name of Ensign Joshua Gates was going over one of the terminals with keen interest. As the ship's helmsman/navigator it was his job to make sure that the Resolute landed on a nice tropical beach on their new home after they arrived in the system and once the colony had been fully established the Resolute would return to Earth to pick up more colonists. Or at least that had been the plan until Joshua checked the fuel reserves on the ship. They were practically empty.

At first glance Gates had wondered if there had been some kind of a mistake and rechecked the system over and then over again only to find that it had the same reading as before. There was almost nothing left in the fuel cells. This shouldn't have been possible, the energy consumption in the ships had been designed specifically for repeated trips to the BG-214 system and back to Earth without the need for refueling.

There were some explanations for this; either the ship had taken damage and the fuel cells were leaking fuel into space, which was extraordinarily unlikely given how the fuel cells were located deep inside the ship and were heavily armored, the only way they could be breached is if there was a massive hull-breach, which wasn't possible as everyone aboard was still alive. Another would be if the ship had to make an excessive number of maneuvers in order to avoid impact with something but that didn't really make much sense either, the amount of energy in each fuel cells would have been more than enough to deal with that kind of contingency.

To confirm his suspicions the ensign was concerned at this development and started to look over the navigational charts. With a few strokes of fingers on a keyboard, Gates brought up the ship's primary navigational logs. Almost immediately he found something that shouldn't have been there at all. There was a ridiculous amount of data, so much so that it would probably take him and several of the other techs days at least to go through it all.

Gates turned to look at Admiral Petrarch and said "Uh, sir I think I may have found something, but I don't think you're going to like it." When Petrarch looked over at the young ensign, the captain wondered if he was better off not knowing at this point. However, in order to make a decent decision on how to proceed he needed as much information as possible. "What do you have for me?" he asked almost dreading the answer.

It was at that moment that Gates found himself at the center of attention. Every other member of the bridge crew had all but stopped what they were doing to turn to look at the ship's navigational officer, which made Gates feel even more anxious than he already was. The navigational officer looked back at the console for a moment to look at the data he had checked, and double checked before he looked back up at the captain and said, "According to the navigational logs and astronomical data on the ship, we're way off course."

Petrarch raised an eyebrow at the ensign "Explain," he ordered. Gates looked reluctant but continued on "I've just analyzed the data on the navigational AI, apparently three years into the mission, something happened, and Columbus got it into its system that our destination wasn't the BG-214 system as was originally intended and was instead somewhere else farther away."

"How far have we gone?" asked the captain. From there Gates looked even more reluctant to talk about what he saw but he knew that everyone needed to know "I don't know sir, it's going to take us days at least to go through all this data. What I do know is that our ship is dangerously low on fuel. We have maybe enough to maintain geosynchronous orbit around the planet for a day, maybe two if we push it."

A terse silence filled the room for several seconds as the bridge crew began to process what they had just been told. The silence was soon broken when several of the other officers began to start speaking all at once, several were regarding the ensign with a look of disbelief and bewilderment all the while hoping that their fellow crewmember was either wrong or was making a jape. However, Petrarch was more than sure that his subordinate wasn't trying to make a poor attempt at humor. The shocked expression and the reluctance to talk about what was seen was too genuine to be a poor attempt at humor. However that didn't mean that he couldn't have made a mistake after all like Petrarch, Gates was only human.

"Are you absolutely sure?" the commanding officer of the Resolute asked. The ensign swallowed for a moment before he nodded "Yes sir, it's all right here." He then gestured for the Vice Admiral to come and see for himself. Petrarch walked over to the ensign while the others who despite wanting to see the evidence for themselves but for the time being they needed to stay at their stations and not crowd around the console.

Before becoming the commanding officer of the colonization mission Petrarch had spent most of his long life serving on many different UNE space navy vessels. Because of this he had been able to read navigational data, and unless he was hallucinating, Ensign Gates was completely right about his findings. A chill went up the spine of the Vice Admiral as he read the data over and over again, wishing to God that both he and Gates were seeing things that weren't there. However as much as they wished that what they were looking at was false, reality wouldn't bend itself backwards for their favor, they needed to accept what they were seeing. Not only was the Resolute almost completely out of fuel, but they were in a completely unknown system with no chance of getting home or contacting the UNE. Whether they liked it or not they were stuck in this place, period.

With that Petrarch turned to the rest of the bridge crew who were looking at him almost expectantly "Alright it's no use to worry about things that we can't control, right now our priorities is the wellbeing on the colonists aboard this ship. We need to start gathering as much information as we can about our…" The Vice Admiral trailed off for a second as he tried to find the right words but eventually found the only words he could find that would adequately describe this world, "…new home" he finished almost lamely.

This probably wasn't going to go over well with most of the crew, or hell most of the colonists. The crew believed that they just land, drop off the colonists and all necessary personnel to keep the colony running and then head back to Earth to change crew and pick up the next batch of colonists. The very thought that they would never see their homes again was something that truly ate away at them. While it was true that they had all been selected for this mission specifically because they didn't have all that many friends or family members waiting for them back home, the idea that they could never go back to Earth again was something that sent chills down the spines of every single member of the crew almost to the core.

Before anyone could ask another question, the communications officer of the ship spoke up "Vice Admiral Petrarch, Captains' Dragovich and Schultz are on the line and they want to speak to you in the conference room." It seemed as though the other captains had also found out about their little 'situation' and they now needed to speak on what to do.

"So, what do we do now sir?" asked one of the other bridge officers, this one Petrarch knew as Sarah Winters. The Vice Admiral wasn't entirely sure how to answer that question. Right now he had to consult with the commanding officers of the Mayflower and the Discovery "Right now you are to stay at your stations, find out as much information you can about this world and update me to any changes. I need to go and answer that call."

Each of the bridge crewmen gave an affirmative to their captain as he began to make his way off the bridge and to the ship's primary conference room.

-Resolute, Conference Room-

The Resolute's conference room was modestly sized and extremely unremarkable at best. There were no paintings or windows (although the latter was understandable due to windows being a structural weakness on a starship) or any sort of decorations to freshen up the room whatsoever. The walls, ceiling and floor had nothing but a dull grey color to them, further adding to how boring the place looked. In the center of the room was a round table with a single chair near the door leading into the room.

Petrarch had never liked these so-called, conference rooms, they were less like conference rooms and more like an interrogation chamber. Briefly the commanding officer of the Resolute wondered if the same person who designed the interrogation cells for the UNE had also come up with the aesthetic design for the conference room.

The commanding officer of the Resolute walked over to the chair and tried to get himself comfortable as much as he could before he looked over at the small terminal that was mounted onto the table and pressed a series of buttons on the console. After a moment or two, ghost like holograms of the two other captains appeared on phantom chairs to the left and right of Petrarch. On the right was a woman that Petrarch recognized as Amelia Schultz, the captain of the Discovery. She was a woman who looked to be somewhere in her late thirties or early forties, and while all holograms had something of a whitish blue tint to them, Petrarch had met Schultz several times before in his career and knew her to have light brown hair and hardened brown eyes.

To Petrarch's right was a man that he knew very little of outside of official records, Captain Lev Dragovich, a Captain born and raised in the Ukraine. He was a very tall, yet somewhat bulky man and Petrarch knew that if he wanted he could probably prove to be very intimidating if he wanted to. The man's face was rather, stoic, for lack of a better term although his eyes however told a different story, they seemed worried, whether he was worried about his crew and the colonists aboard the Mayflower or something else entirely, however Petrarch couldn't be sure.

When the images fully appeared, Petrarch wasted no time with any pleasantries, "I assume that you all have the same information about our current situation that I do?" he asked bluntly. At that Schultz started up "You mean the fact that we completely missed our destination and continued on in a different direction for who knows how long? Or do you mean that we have almost no fuel left in our ships and as a result we're now stuck here, with barely enough remaining to maintain orbit over this world for a day or two at most?" Schultz asked understandably bitter about the situation.

Petrarch let out a bated breath before he responded, "All of the above Captain Schultz all of the above."

Before Schultz or Petrarch could continue, Dragovich decided to put in his own two cents "Well my fellow officers, allow me to take at least some weight off your shoulders. After my bridge crew figured out that we were in orbit around an unknown planet I had scans taken of the planet's atmospheric composition and we even sent in a probe into the upper atmosphere to examine the environment firsthand for good measure. It appears as though this world is almost perfectly compatible with human physiology, to the point that many of the science team were actually comparing it to the air quality to before Earth's Industrial Revolution."

With that Petrarch and Schultz both looked at each other and with shocked expressions. What were the odds that Columbus would malfunction like this and then bring them to another world, with who knew how many years' worth of travel away from their original destination only to find a world with the exact type of atmospheric qualities that were needed to sustain human life? Petrarch wasn't a gambling man by nature, but he knew full well that the odds were probably extremely high, possibly one in trillions.

Whatever the case was however, there they were, almost out of fuel at a perfectly habitable world. Before the conversation about the world could continue Schultz decided to interject "Captains, I don't think that our big problem is the planet itself I think what our biggest issue here is the crew and the work teams. They weren't like the colonists who were fleeing an overpopulated Earth they were instead hired hands that were supposed to go to the world, help build the colony and then return back to Earth or one of the core colonies such as Mars or Alpha Centauri with one hell of a payday. Instead, they were now stuck here with everyone else.

It was not all that farfetched to think that they would be furious at the fact that they wouldn't be able to go home. True the science teams and the bridge officers themselves already knew that something was up but they could be kept quiet for the time being. The rest of the crew and colonists however weren't stupid. They would probably be able to put two and two together at some point and figure out that they weren't in the BG-214. From there they would more than likely be justifiably pissed at the fact that not only were they not going to get paid but more importantly that they would never see their homes or loved ones again.

That alone would only add to an increasing list of problems, especially those logistics-wise. While each ship carried many prefabricated housing units, there were only enough for the colonists as well as a few backups in the event of an unforeseen disaster so that there could be some replacements in the event that some of the homes were damaged beyond repair or outright destroyed. It would take time to build the fabrication facilities end even then it would take days if not weeks for enough new housing units or barracks to be constructed. In the meantime, the crew of the three ships as well as the engineers and construction crews that were hired to help build the colony would be stuck there, effectively without anywhere to live as there weren't enough housing modules for everyone. Granted there were temporary housing complexes that could be set up for the workers, but they were meant to be just that, temporary.

Eventually it was decided that such a thing would have to wait. What they really needed was a landing zone, somewhere to set up the colony. They truly needed someplace that was in an easily habitable location, one that would be able to sustain a large-scale settlement that was in an area that would allow them to make the best use of their remaining fuel supplies, and also be easy to terraform if required. After almost an hour of debate they found what they were looking for, it was a place that had many hills and forests, it was situated very close to the eastern continent's western ocean.

To be continued

A/N: I know, I know the last part of the chapter wasn't very good but I honestly had more than a few difficulties on how to end it but I promise that the next chapter will be much better.

Codex:

UNE: United Nations of Earth was founded in the year 2078 after a series of intense wars that only ended after NATO intervention. After these wars ended, it was determined that a more powerful entity than the UN was needed to keep the peace and after several years of politicking the governing body of most of the world was founded, the United Nations of Earth or the UNE as it is more commonly called.

Exodus Class Colony Ships: These particular class of colony ships were recently developed specifically for large scale colonization missions, each ship is approximately five thousand meters long and are designed to carry up to carry five thousand crewmen, seven thousand security personnel and up to fifty thousand colonists, along with everything needed to start a new colony, fabrication units, terraforming equipment and prefabricated buildings for living, medical and security needs. These colony ships are enormous and while they are capable of landing on planets, they require a number of specialized externally mounted thruster units to exit the atmosphere again. The Discovery, Resolute and Mayflower are all Exodus Class vessels.

Fabrication Units: These are almost fully autonomous factories that can be set up quickly and used to build a wide variety of vehicles, equipment and even building materials within hours or days depending on the complexity of what needs to be developed. However there is a limit to what they are able to build, they need enough materials to build said objects and they can only create something if they have a highly detailed blueprint in their computer system.

C184 Class Android Caregiver: The Asimov-Robotics corporation created the C184 Android Caregiver as a method of making sure that certain ships are maintained while the crew is in cryo-sleep. The Android Caregiver was created specifically for mechanical work as well as provide additional medical aid to the crew if necessary and has a rubber skin over a metallic endoskeleton in order to make it look less disconcerting to buyers however this seems to have only made them seem more unnerving to buyers. Despite their uncomfortable appearance though, they are extremely efficient machines which was perhaps the only reason that the product line is still selling, however right before the Discovery, Resolute and Mayflower left Earth, Asimov-Robotics announced a newer, less disconcerting model.

Hibernation Sickness: A medical condition brought on by spending long periods of time asleep in a cryopod. The condition has symptoms very similar to a mild concussion as it is characterized by severe nausea, vertigo, constant exhaustion and mild to severe headaches. This condition can last from anywhere between a few days to over a week depending on the subject's constitution.