There were seven of them. Rasalhague, Muliphen, Sabik, Marsic, Shellow, and the Yed twins. Seven who found themselves in that mined out asteroid, seven who awoke without memories to serve as prophets of the true fate of the universe. Of course, that was before the first murders.
The truth and mystery of things was too much, for as much as the seven knew, there was much they did not. How had they come to be here? Who were they beforehand? Had they done this to themselves or was there another hand at play? Raz never much cared, he was content to tell those who cared the truth of the universe and move on to enjoy his new life. One of their number, however, could not take it. Muliphen was the first to die. Then Sabik, and Yed the Greater were killed.
Paranoia is a unique poison and as tightly knit as the seven had been bound together by the strangeness of their situation, it did not take long for everything to come undone. The relationships drew taught and snapped. Raz was the first to suggest it, he had always been the least interested in what the others had assumed was their mission but most invested in his fellows. Unable, or perhaps unwilling to turn upon themselves, the remaining four split up not telling each other where they were going and cutting their ties. They were safe, after a fashion.
Raz traveled widely, wholeheartedly giving up on the mission the others had dedicated themselves to. The universe was vast, and while it may end one day, that meant nothing today. He wanted to see and experience as much of it as possible. Yet from time to time, he hears things. Hints of a message hidden amongst the litany of nihilistic destroyer cults and raving madmen. A message of the end so similar to his own yet devoid of the quiet beauty inherent in perfect mechanical execution and anathema to the multifaceted chaotic existence that filled the untold billions of years between the birth and the end of this universe.
He might have to deal with this wayward prophet in time.