The Other Side [SteamLite]

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It is the year of 2147. Mankind has made many major advances, including the creation of spacefaring vehicles, which has allowed them to travel into the stars. Mankind has befriended many alien species, learning of their cultures and technology. However, they have also made enemies. One in particular, the Vorons, had it out for mankind and sought to destroy them.

The Vorons were a species that wished to rule over all others. They believed that they were the superior race– Superior technology, superior culture, superior everything. The only species the Vorons felt 'challenged' their superiority was the human race. And so, without warning, they would start a war with mankind with a fatal blow that humans could not properly retaliate.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. A large, Voron ship approached Sol, home system of the Human species, protected by a Cloaking device. They had been developing this weapon for years now... It was their time to strike back against the scourge that was the human race. The ship uncloaked, and readied their weapon to fire. The Sol protection fleet picked it up on their sensors all too late... there was nothing they could have done to stop it.
The Voron ship fired. A huge, purple beam was drawn across space. The beam hit Sol's sun.

...Nothing...

At first, it seemed that nothing had happened. "Perhaps their weapon didn't work properly?" some may have said. But... it did. Exactly 1 minute and 14 seconds after the beam had hit, the Sun disappeared from the system. Or at least, appeared to disappear. In fact, the sun had been replaced by a large Singularity.

It was only moments before the entire of the Sol system had been eaten by the singularity...

...However, the Vorons' weapon had, indeed, not functioned correctly. Rather than forming an Unstable singularity, destroying everything that enters the Event horizon, they had formed a Stable Singularity - A wormhole. And while any planets or huge ships would have been ripped to shreds from the sheer force of the phenomena, a few durable ships were able to survive. And those survivors would look out of their ships' windows, facial expressions mixed with devastation and awe.

The wormhole had led them to an unknown system, filled with various planets, ships, asteroid belts and the like to which the humans had never known. It was all fascinating, but something appeared wrong. A single ship would approach them from one of the planets, sending off emergency help signals.

What was happening?