[Center][h2] Millu’ci’vanda  [/h2][/center]

As we walk along, the design and layout of the hall abruptly changes, and I realize that this is part of a different starship entirely. “Fascinating. It’s like all these wrecks are meticulously interwoven to form interconnecting passages. So, this isn’t just a random cluster of dead hulls.”

[Center][h2] Caalin Daemon [/h2][/center]

“Don’t know if that’s better or worse.” Down the new hallway, it is somehow even darker. In the near blackness, I can see movement; something moving close to the ground and skitters out of sight before I have time to investigate. “What are the chances there are other lifeforms here other than us and the creepy voice?”

[Center][h2] Millu’ci’vanda  [/h2][/center]

“There could be mynocks or gralocks here too. All this scrap metal and lose wiring is a feast for them.” Even as I say that, I know that isn’t the extent of the dangerous possibilities. I just didn’t want to vocalize them.