Yerbol echoed her own doubts, which surprised Aria a bit at first but after she had taken time to think it through (of course he hadn't seen them in that long, had she completely forgotten how he had told her he didn't have the time to return to Taris before receiving Lysa’s message?) she found it was slightly liberating that she wasn't the only one on edge about the meeting that lay before them. She flashed a nervous smile of her own back at her companion and nodded. “Yeah, fine.” 
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For a moment, she had been worried they wouldn't even FIND the base in the first place, since she had absolutely no inkling of the Republic outposts on the planet and Yerbol couldn't seem to remember where it was either. Thankfully, there were people on duty in the relay towers that were able to direct them to a safe docking area, and from there they simply had to ask a few questions to find out where they should be headed. 
Aria implored with the two Tuk'ata to stay with the ship. This would be difficult enough already without potentially frightening Yerbol's parents to death if they were to lay eyes on the two hounds. They had been less than keen, grumbling and whining in protest about ‘danger’ this and ‘not safe’ that, though were eventually coerced under premise that the duo would be nowhere near any Rakghouls.
“Thank you.” Aria had smirked as she scratched both behind an ear. “...guess I gotta come up with better names than ‘Stinkface’, huh?” she had teased them as she wracked her brains trying to remember the names Roan had given to them (they were odd words, difficult to enunciate...with some effort and help from Yerbol she had concluded the male’s name was Taral and the female’s Chwuq. Try saying those in a hurry.)

As they stepped out into the spaceport of base Echo, not only were they greeted personally by the base commander (who grinned like a buffoon after spotting the signature weapons clipped to their belts), but were also presented with an image of Chancellor Saresh occupying every large screen in the port as she made some kind of announcement over the HoloNet. Behind her, images of Zinuthra, the Alliance fleet, Soto, Bracknell, and some of the key instigators of the Rebellion  (including herself and Yerbol, the other Masters and so on) flashed up periodically to illustrate Saresh's topic of speech. The older Twi’lek was attempting to offer a public address since the pair had left her with the diplomats on Zinuthra, apparently to try and salvage whatever remained of the reputations of the rebel leaders after Bracknell had made sure to stamp their names into the mud.
“....and so I must be the one to admit that, regretfully, we misjudged the actions of these so-called rebels in favour of Lord Bracknell's lies. Once again I must reiterate my deepest apologies on behalf of all that remains of the Alliance government, to these people who have been working so tirelessly towards true peace in the galaxy, and to their families who have been separated from them and unable to reconcile. We understand that a simple apology will in no way make up for our former actions but hope that the sanctuary program can begin to mend the rifts that have been caused between Force users and the rest of us, and give you the opportunity to return to your families in the near future.” Saresh was finishing as they completed their exchange with Mylo and made their way to the settlement.

Aria couldn't help but grin in return at Yerbol's sentiment as they left the speeders at the entrance and made their way inside. 
“Well, must be having some effect,” she remarked as she let Yerbol take the lead. “I don't see any Rakghouls around right now.” for which she was glad, she remembered the spindly-framed, diseased creatures with their sickly white complexion and razor sharp black talons. Almost reminiscent of the Ice demon creatures native to Quensu, she thought suddenly, and was extra glad that there appeared to be none nearby. As they rounded the corner to where Yerbol said he had remembered his house being, it wasn't difficult for her to see the resemblance between the broad-shouldered man and Yerbol. She had been going to offer some form of comfort and encouragement to Yerbol, but was forced to inch backwards as his father approached and immediately drew the young man into a hug so tight it made Aria wince sympathetically. Though she was of course relieved that Yerbol's dad seemed to be making light of the whole ‘terrorists bent on destroying our hard won peace’ fiasco, perhaps they hadn't lost faith in him like he had feared. As Vol released his son and addressed Aria instead, she smiled and returned the embrace as best she could, that explained where Yerbol got what she liked to call his ‘death-grip hugs’ from. Thankfully she was used to the being lifted off the ground in such a manner that Vol’s  hug did little more than momentarily knock the breath out of her lungs. 
“Yessir.” she chuckled nervously, tucking a stray strand of hair back into place behind her ear. “It's an honour to finally meet you, Yerbol talks about you a lot.” the young Knight appeared to be embarrassed enough by his father's teasing, she figured she could do no worse but that she should also attempt to defend his honour a little:
“Although I have to admit he's been very good company, I'd be in far worse shape if I didn't have him looking out for me.” 
She tried not to stutter, or laugh too often, anything that would give her nerves away. She had never noticed it before, perhaps because she had always been in the company of others like Roan, Vano and Elara whose accents were just as heavy as her own, but FORCE did she drawl like an Imperial. Surrounded by an entire base full of Republic citizens, she was painfully aware of the abrasive edge to her voice and tried to minimise it in the least awkward-looking (and sounding) way possible. Already she was wishing a massive hole would open underneath her feet and swallow her whole. Great start, Ari. Drawl at them like a complete bantha-brain, great start. She hoped her face wasn't as red as it felt.

If Vol thought anything of it he made no mention as such and simply beckoned them inside to meet up with Yerbol's mother as well. She caught Yerbol's concerned gaze out of the corner of her eye as the duo trailed in after Vol and smiled back at him, managing a quick thumbs up gesture that would hopefully convey their previous assertions before they had disembarked from Ne-...their ship. 
Everything’s going to be fine….we can do this.