Kelié Amidala, as a representative of the Refugee Committee - has asked Anakin Skywalker to investigate a large temple looming over one of the sites they're scoping out for resettling the many, many refugees of the raging war. Mostly because it's making people nervous, and the workers nearby claim it gives them horrible nightmares. She doesn't recognize the construction, despite an intense interest in history during her stint with the Jedi - but the stone is dark, admitting no light, and the angles are strange, so she doubts it's a relic of the light side.

This is... Probably a waste of her talents. But with the Jedi drawn into the stupid, pointless war currently ripping the galaxy apart - and with most of the objectors who followed Anakin out of the Order having either gone into voluntary exile or joined the Separatists - there aren't exactly a ton of people to ask. And vacations are sometimes nice, and Anakin is absolutely terrible at telling her wife 'no.'

She explores it carefully, recording at intervals, documenting what she finds. It might be of historical interest, if nothing else, and... It's quiet. Her footsteps don't echo in the slightest. It feels - still. Not dark. Almost... Bereft.

It's kind of calming, actually. The Force is loud, usually - she likes it, considers it a good friend, but it's a good friend who never shuts up, and it's been full of the turbulent screams of war lately. She didn't need to come out to a cursed temple for haunted dreams; she has enough on her own, of twisted futures.

She paces around the temple until she concludes there's a void on the floor plan - in the center, actually. The process of finding a way in's almost idle, one she doesn't take too seriously, because, well. She hasn't even had a vaguely ominous feeling the entire time she's been here, and Anakin gets vaguely ominous feelings from her breakfast sometimes.

So she's calm and pretty much treating the entire thing as a historically interesting vacation when she finds the latch - Force operated - for the hidden door into the inner sanctum. It's pitch dark inside, in a way that swallows the light she carries, but she can feel with the Force just fine, and she's pretty sure there's no danger.

In fact, there's something interesting -

Anakin is calm, and using the Force to supplement her steps, and not at all sufficiently paranoid -

She reaches out, picking up - an arrowhead, it feels like, strangely primitive to be the center of all this fuss -

The tip slides, painlessly, just deep enough into her finger to draw a single drop of blood.

Anakin blinks, wrenched back to herself -