Considering its importance in the long-ago of galactic history, Rakata Prime was remarkably unexplored. To be fair its existence wasn't known to most of the galaxy. Old archives noted it, and even fewer spoke of where it was or may be. Luckily enough, Nakoa just so happened to have come across an especially old map from a period when the planet Lehon wasn't so unknown. It'd taken some time to get the device to work, but it'd lured him right in after the prize of ancient knowledge.
As he'd taken to lately, Nakoa dragged an acolyte into the situation. Renata K'Sahn's history was interesting and that was worth more to the Wrean Sith than some arbitrary pedigree handed off from on high. He wanted to see what such subjects were like without the lens of Imperial documentation warping things to their point of view. As of this moment, the pair of Sith were just exiting hyperspace into the Lehon system.
Old, modified systems groaned and whirred down to standard sunlight speeds, a subharmonic humming starting up as sensors activated to scan the area. Nakoa sat in the pilot's seat, maneuvering the craft toward the debris field that crowded space around Lehon itself. He'd spent the trip off in meditation somewhere, while the acolyte was relegated to a makeshift 'guest room' somewhere in the cargo area.
"Ever explored old ruins before?" Nakoa asked the acolyte. He'd shown a habit of asking questions, which was apparently unusual toward acolytes. As was his habit of answering questions directed toward him, although not always in a helpful fashion.
@Logan