*Rwos finally melts a hole in the doors and smashes the section in with his fists. He climbs through.
Ahead is a cold, winding hallway. He could sense something, however...something oddly familiar. And evil. He couldn't place the memory...almost as if it had been blocked...or wiped away...
He crouches to all fours and gallops down the hallway, eyes glowing brightly. No time to lose...*
[edit: and due to a really stupid forum glitch, you may find what I put here as Starr's actions above in Cmdr. Cracken's last post, which was actually posted a day AFTER this. *kicks forums*]
Forum A-Wing pilot of mysterious and indistinct gender. Aresener now and forever.