[center][h2] Millu'ci'vanda [/h2][/center]

"No one has ever asked. The nobles of Alderaan see us as vermin at best, a threat to be exterminated at the worst." The insects on our face and shoulders begin to return to their solitude, hiding among the folds of our clothing or in our hair. "Other nests exist beyond Alderaan. Many of the Kind took to the stars long ago. They too once served the Builders, and likewise may remember the constructs of power. Where they now dwell and whom they make ally of is beyond our knowledge."