The unity moves through the cannibal sector, Gazing around at the items, absorbing all the Data. Suddenly it comes across a familiarity in the strangeness. An item it already has the Data too.
It pauses, drawing on the multitude of memories. This is the Dropship Andi landed so long ago before he even dreamt of Exeter.
Unity stares at it. Things have changed. Distortions in the formula wrought by decay and scavenging. It feels a tweak of anger and sorrow. This had been a fine ship. The state it is in now is pitiful.
Unity walks up to it, resting its hand lovingly on the surface. It strokes it like a lover. Then It stops. This is not right. This deserves to be more. Unity turns to face the Drop ship placing its hand on the surface. Then it sets to work rewriting the formula, correcting it to the original data.
By the time the Unity steps back the Drop ship gleams its beautiful red. The paint as fresh and as new as when it was first applied. The unity smiles at its creation. Then it looks round. This place made the ship the wreck it found. It will do so again. This place is not safe. The ship must be taken some where that is safe.
Unity smiles again, the featureless face twisting in a way the ceramic and metal should not allow. Still now it has the formula the Matter can be gained from anywhere. 
Holding out its hand towards the dropship Its dissolves it. The elements of the massive vehicle separate, swirl and reduce down to a pile of dust which blows away on the wind.
Unity turns and start to move on through the  debris of this world. Annoyance builds. This place could be so much more, should be so much more, and it would be so easy to do. Slayer and his companions could repair this world as easily as it just rebuilt the drop ship. Yet they do not. All they do is a lie.
There is a movement in the rubble a head of it. It turns to stare at the observer. The figure moves into the clearing pointing a large firearm at the Unity.
The black observes its potential attacker.
"What are you staring at, stranger?" The human challenges.
Unity cocks its head on one side. Confused that the creature does not know it.
"What are you doing on my patch?" The human challenges again. He raises the weapons at it.
The threat awakens a sense of self-preservation in the unity. It looks at the weapon, feeling its formula. It pushes at it to dissolve, just as the Drop ship had done.
The formula resists, redefining itself.
Unity frowns in confusion. Some how the formula is maintained. It looks up at the now irate human. He is doing it. Some how his.... belief... if maintaining the existance of the weapon. Still there are areas of doubt in the creatures mind. Enough for the unity to work with.
The Man raises the weapons, Why doesn't this thing piss off. Can't it take a hint. May be more of a hint is needed. He pulls the trigger.
The weapon makes the horrible clunk of a dead cartridge. The man fumbles with the clip release, desperate to free the chamber. A shadow drifts over him forcing him to look up. The thing looms over him. It smiles strangely.
"You don't really need that." There is a seductive feminine tone to the voice. The black form lifts the gun from his grasp and drops it onto the floor.
It loops its arm round his back, lifting him slightly. Then it leans forward and places a delicate kiss on his lips.

The unity uses the mans confusion to move in close, as it does so it caresses his formula, feeling the anger at SLA it feels in its own form. Seeing the holes in its shape. Carefully it fills one of the holes.
The warmth of the kiss spreads through him, A feeling of hope, of..... love?.
He looks up at the being before him.
"Who are you?"
"I am Unity." The black beauty responds, gently lowering the man to his feet.
"Unity." He breaths the name like a prayer.
"Tell your friends that I am coming. Slayer must be stopped."

The Unity steps back from him, and then leaps high into the air, curving backwards. At the height of the peek it opens the gate way into the Subnet, dropping out of the material reality and into it's own domain.

The Man stands staring at the empty air. The warmth still in his belly. He is torn. He feels a need to share this with every one, but he know they will never believe him. Still there is the warmth, and a that will sustain him. Confused he picks up the weapon and starts down the hill.