And so, Luke entered the main facility. It looked nothing like what one would expect from old ruins. A cavern below them descended for several hundred feet. Catwalks were spread around the area, with stairs going from one level to another. There were scientists at computer workstations and technicians welding metal together, splicing wires, and all manner of work. And it was all for one thing. The central feature of the room.

A missile. A large missile, seventy feet in height and fifth feet in width. It was unfinished, with much of its parts still exposed. On the lower levels, Luke could spy a blue man, also in a containment suit, tinkering at a computer hooked into the missile. He was swearing and waving off people he tried to help. Bil was far less pleasant when he was deep in his work, it would seem. But there were other computers not in use. In fact, nobody seemed to pay him any mind, so long as he was not stopping to simply observe. People were all busy. There was no time for people to take a break.