There was little to say about the descent. The Gungans apparently had no concept of guarding against "archaeologists." They probably thought hiding the tomb in an underwater cave three hundred meters deep was enough, so there were no traps or anti-theft measures at all.
In a way, that spoke well of them. They had no idea what a tomb robber even was.
A few seconds later, the Cloak of Levitation brought them down before a gate set into the rock wall.
A bubble separated the place from the crushing water pressure outside. Gungan artworks had been laid out as offerings on the platform and steps, while the wall beside the gate bore the symbol of the Jedi Order and a memorial inscription.
Harley picked up a hand-carved little doll with a weeping face. She felt a little sad herself, the corners of her mouth turning down.
"They really loved her, didn't they? Just holding this doll makes my heart ache. The finest art really does come in the simplest forms."
"Plenty of people called Padmé a pretty face, but she genuinely cared about her people. A mere figurehead wouldn't have had every species lining the streets to see her off at her funeral." Su Ming felt along the edge of the gate, checking for security measures. "She was cautious, didn't like the spotlight, and often used decoys. That made the good she did less visible."
"If I died, how many people would come to my funeral?"
Harley stroked the doll's head. Its hair was made of thin strips of leather.
"I won't let you die, so there's no point imagining it." Su Ming smiled and hugged her, then snapped his fingers at Aphra, who was studying the inscription. "Find anything?"
"It's not even ancient. There's nothing much to say. A