[center][h2] Salazar Greshh [/h2][/center]

I lead the way through the ruined camp towards where I remember the transport room to be. As we go, I notice how quiet everything has become since last I was here. Before, there was of course the sounds of a n active base, but also the distant sounds of activity. Blaster fire from prisoners shooting it out with guards. Animals, both local and alien, roaming about and fighting for dominance. But now, all was quiet. The Dread Guard most have wiped out a significant portion of the prisoner population all those years ago.

Finally, we come to a stone archway in the side of a cliff, and beyond that is a carved out hall leading to a buzzing pillar of ancient design, surrounded by crackling yellow energy. "This is it. The teleporter."