Jedi Mom
She was so bad at dealing with this sort of thing, and she blamed it entirely on her time as a slave. Thankfully, Remy seemed intent on moving along, and in-spite of her blushing, Mi'la nodded, taking her robe if Remy denied it. She was starting to wonder if this woman was just messing with her now, and if so, that was most certainly not funny! "I can't imagine there is much here, but anything is possible I imagine." Mi'la muttered, as the pair would enter into a dark hall, though Mi'la produced her saber to light the way forward. This passage was long, and filled with several doors on both sides, all of which lead to seemingly empty store rooms. The pair would find signs of blaster scars, and indications of some sort of conflict. To Remy's relief, there was at least two crates of foodstuffs that had been stored within one of the rooms, as well as signs that someone, or something had been dwelling there, but it could have been months old.
Frowning at these signs, Mi'la pushed out her senses, and yet felt nothing. There was no lingering presence, no indication of life, but at the far end of the hall, the pair would find a small stone laid on the floor, one that Mi'la realized was almost identical to seeing stones on Tython. "Curious. This did seem like a panic room of sorts, but...these stones were used to communicate with other force users...." She muttered, looking a the stone, then the seemingly flat wall before the pair.
If the pair were to look overhead, they would find a set of crystals, dimly glowing from the light of Mi'la's saber, and for one with a keen eye, they might find that the crystals were arranged in the formation of a particular star chart.
The jedi of the past had some plan in motion here, but it would take a bit of prodding to find it.
