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

As we continue through the twisty corridors, I can sense more movement around us. Not just in the halls and rooms around us, but in the walls and ceiling tiles too. The strong presence in the Force of the entity makes it hard to properly distinguish much else, but as time goes on, it becomes more and more clear that we are not alone here. 

The corridor eventually reaches a dead end. There is a large doorway before us. Dull blue light pulses through the cracks at regular intervals, and low mechanical humming can he heard. “Hmm... some type of generator room, most likely. Strange that it’s still active though.”

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

“Rakata tech has a notoriously long lifespan. But even an infinite engine needs fuel; the Star Forge fed off of the power of Rakata Prime’s sun. Seeing as how we are lightyears away from any solar systems, I’d wager this power source requires fuel of a different sort.”