Dune Rhur
Freedon's Nadds
The Bith swam ahead of the group towards a stone arch. With his suit's lighting system on, he could better see in the inky darkness of the deep. Coming closer, he could see the mostly intact stonework. The salt waters of Manaan had eroded surprisingly little of the stone.
Except the surface. He could still make out the faintest of lines etched there and he pulled a small waterproof recording device. With it, he recorded what there was left. His sense was that this structure was beyond old, ancient in fact. A faint presence in the Force hung about the arches.
A Dark presence, with echoes of faint anger. It was most certainly Rakatan....
[member="Matsu Ike"]
[member="Vorian Adasca"]
Except the surface. He could still make out the faintest of lines etched there and he pulled a small waterproof recording device. With it, he recorded what there was left. His sense was that this structure was beyond old, ancient in fact. A faint presence in the Force hung about the arches.
A Dark presence, with echoes of faint anger. It was most certainly Rakatan....
[member="Matsu Ike"]
[member="Vorian Adasca"]