It was true that her jumpsuit left little to the imagination, which was totally fine by him. He, of course, hadn't noticed how flattering it was the first time he saw her in it, but now he welcomed the apparel with open arms. 
"Just because you can show off your curves doesn't mean I'm going to take it easy on you." With a mischievous glint in his eye, the Champion charged attempted to grapple her to the ground only for Aria to dodge gracefully out of the way. Well, so much for the element of surprise. After dodging a blow himself, he proclaimed with a confident grin:
"I want of all of your effort today! Cause I'm giving you all of mine!" 

As their sparring progressed, Yerbol couldn't help but feel his connection to the Force rekindling itself. With every parry, dodge and attempted pin, his movements grew more fluid and precise, reflexes kicking in with lightning quickness. He also had to believe that their bond was helping in some way, even if they were training against each other and Aria was doing all she could be unpredictable; although the leg sweep that came close to planting him on the ground was one he saw coming a few seconds earlier. She had a way of tensing her hips before she tried a strenuous move, sinking them lower to the ground in preparation. Spotting the tell, he grabbed the leg and upended her onto the cushioned mat. They shared a moment of familiarity, Yerbol telling his partner:
"Not made of glass, right? Now come on and let me finish this off so we can be presentable." 

They fought hard, the duo eventually finding themselves on the training room floor, struggling to immobilize the other in one form of hold or another. A few more minutes of this ensued before Yerbol, coated in a sheen of perspiration, unstuck himself off his lover and threw his arms up in the air, thumbs sticking up.
"Ok...we're good..." He propped himself onto his elbows, breathing heavily.
"I think...we ought to...shower..eh?" 

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After showering in their appointed quarters at the very top of the wide cylindrical building that was deemed the "main building" (for now, anyway) and changing into more fitting attire for their new students to see them in, they took an elevator down to the ground level and passed through a couple of hallways that were specifically intended to lead towards the atrium without attracting too much attention(the elevator they took was designated for those who taught at the Academy and the Elders, so naturally it would be embedded near the back of the ground floor). During their walk, Aria slightly squealed about her nervousness and alluded to her height, to which Yerbol responded with a reassuring pat on the shoulder:
"You're going to be fine. I don't care how you view yourself, honey; you've got what it takes. Tenacity, patience, kindness and experience to boot. Besides, I'll be right next to you with no bloody clue on what to do either! So at least we're in this together." That bring up a point he would have to address with the Elders: how were they supposed to start training? What curriculum would be employed to ensure adequate progression? What kind of a schedule would the younglings be on? A wave of anxiety swept through the newly minted Qyaari as they closed in on the breath-taking main atrium. A fountain dominated the center of the room carved from stones brought in from the mountains nearby, allowing it to glisten in the sunlight that casually streamed from the massive glass("Blaster-proof!" Matt vehemently suggested) skylight. The open air entrance allowed the duo to see familiar forms standing with their backs towards them. As the duo drew alongside the fully assembled Council, Matt looked to the teachers with approval:
"You look ready to go." He clapped Yerbol on the back in reassurance as Voldon took a sideward glance. 
"Not bad. Hope that translates to your teaching ability." A half-smirk formed on the normally grave face of the former Battle Master before he added:
"The younglings will be arriving soon. We'll present ourselves, each of us will give a small dedication to the Academy and then we let them in." Matt quickly followed up with:
"We already had their datapads issued to them, right?" When he received an affirmative answer, he once again the new instructors:
"They all have their own datpads that syncs with the A.I. we got installed courtesy of Manso and other technological geniuses. All the students will have quarters assigned automatically, given a map and other basic information about the Academy, including their daily schedule." Yerbol looked quizzically at the Elder, who clarified:
"Just like you two had a training schedule, so will the younglings. With our lack of available Knights and Champions to teach, we drew up a basic schedule for them to follow. A lot of study on new teachings uploaded to their datapad and accessible in the library. We tried to make it work to where you two can teach classes together, but there will be times where you'll be paired with one of the few Knights we have on hand or you'll be by yourself. In any case, just guide them along according to the standards we uploaded for each class section." So it wasn't just recon work they were doing. They basically drew up plans for an entire curriculum in the span of two weeks. An admirable feat indeed. 
"Don't worry, darlings." Malu came behind them, placing a hand on both of their shoulders.
"One of us will be floating around to ensure that everything's going according to plan. But something tells me you won't be needing us to watch your every step." Voldon then said to no one in particular:
"We're ready. Bring them up." He nodded to the assembled group. 
"They're coming. Any last words before they arrive should be said now. I doubt we'll be able to get a free moment for a while once the Academy is opened."