Since the defeat of Homeworld forces, Amber had been living in seclusion, afraid of what the rebels might do to her, given her position of regional governor-in-training. But there was only so much solitude one could tolerate, and when this signal was emitted, Amber wondered if Homeworld was returning. If not, and she ran into other, rebel gems, well, Amber would rather attempt to parley with them and beg for her life than spend another century alone. Amber approached the monolith. Looking around at the barren wasteland, she wondered if she was the first one here, or if others had already entered. Amber attempted to open the door, unsure if it still worked after all this time.