Inside, Dolash took in the caves, and found that he agreed with Trazu greatly. "You are right, Trazu, there is something off about these caves. I've never seen them before and even to I the warping is noticeable. We should tread carefully, to see if the root of the problem is something that has been attracted to the Orb and the Force power that you felt in this place - or if these things themselves are tainted.
As the Jedi proceeded, a feeling of unease fell upon the party. The walls did indeed possess mysterious carvings that told of events from countless worlds and innumerable time periods, but just why or what all of this meant escaped them for now.
"Senses sharp, everyone." Dolash whispered. "If you see anything at all, point it out immeadietly."
"Wait." said Proq, and the group halted. "Who's that?"
He pointed a finger at one particular carving, this one seemed harsh and rough - as if done by someone in anger, and fairly recently. A Twi'lek Jedi, only this one female, was falling to her knees dead as strange, twisted soldiers behind her blasted away. It seemed like they were in a jungle, and the appearance seemed particularly warped and twisted like the walls.
Barris suddenly let out a chokced scream, and had to restrain herself swiftly. The group turned to look at her, and she said. "I... I'm sorry. That image, it looks like Aayla Secura. We served together on Felucia. That was where I... passed away. It looks like the clones got her too..."
Ian frowned. "Why would there be pictures of how Jedi died in a cave like this? I doubt nearly anyone knew where she died."
Dolash nodded. "We must procceed. Marek, Trazu, if either of you in particular see anything, I would like to know."