Her reassurances was all he needed to break into a smile, the Champion quickly firing the engines on the ship and throttling into the atmosphere as he and Aria discussed their supply situation and their plans to occupy their journey, which would mainly shape up into the form of meditation and discussion about how to take down Illesia. They reviewed their previous encounters with her, attempting to identify any kind of weakness she had. Yerbol had run into several dead ends with his own ideas before Ari suggested an elaboration on what he attempted to do to her on Coruscant. 
"Severing her connection would work, yeah. I tried to do something like that on Coruscant when we fought her last time. It was a strange feeling, surreal almost, to be able to control someone's connection to the Force. I was able to weaken her slightly, which I guess was enough for us to scare her off...of course, I wasn't one hundred percent. Maybe now we'll have a chance to actually use all those abilities Renso taught us to their fullest potential." A thought jumped to the forefront of his mind.
"Isn't it interesting that Renso taught us techniques that bend the Force? I mean, ok, think about the Jedi. It was all about restriction, total self-control. They wanted the Force to control their actions. So MUCH of what I heard when I was a student was that the Force was supposed to be our guide, not the other way around. Then..." A slight chuckle as he pointed to Aria.
"There was what you had to put up with. Domination. The Force was a weapon that was only a tool to satisfy a desire for total power. Renso had us toeing that line the entire time we were there." He laid himself on the ship's cold floor.
"Bloody sad that Illesia had to be the result of Renso mastering his knowledge of Force. I guess, in a way, our knowledge came from Illesia and the Xiis' creation." He shuddered. 
"Gives me the willies." Shaking off the philosophical tangent, he carried on with the topic at hand:
"Right, so we touch down and if we focus our energy, channel it all in her direction, then-" He snapped his fingers.
"AH! Right. So we've two choices..." His left arm shot upward. 
"We could try to overload her with both the energy on the planet(like you said) and channel whatever we can from our own link to the Force into hers. Sure she feeds on energy, but even she must have a limit. Right?" Grimacing, his other arm went vertical.
"Or we could sever her connection entirely. That would mean one of us could keep her distracted while the other cuts off every possible link to the Force she has." As his arms flopped back down, he popped up into a seated position, the grimace still there. 
"I suppose we'll try to figure out what avenue we take when we touch down, eh? Get a feel for the planet." There were still a couple of hours left to go, which gave the duo one last chance to meditate and draw on the Force to give them as much strength as possible. They would need it. 

Chuffon Prime's landscape was far too similar to that of a certain snow planet that Yerbol couldn't stand. 
"Not a word. Not. A. Word." He shot his partner a glare as they skirted over the ground at a low enough elevation that would allow them visibility. 
"Now to find out where she could be..." There were a few mountain ranges that bore no importance to the terrain scanner, the same results showing up when they surveyed a row of glaciers a few yards off from a large plain of snow. 
"That vision we had...the eyes that glowed out of glaciers...that formation we saw didn't look like this one, but something similar." A few more minutes of searching revealed an odd formation of glaciers that featured extremely high peaks flanking a spherical middle that couldn't have been more than twenty feet off the ground.
"Soooomething tells me that we found where we need to be." 

After touching down, they emerged onto a sweeping plain that stretched out seemingly into infinity in all other directions except for the strange glacial formation in question. There was a narrow opening in the ice about three feet wide that, when seen at a much closer distance, gave just enough of a view into-
"Pitch black, not see through or opaque even. Gotta be it." With some forceful swings from their blades, they were able to carve out a wider entrance and barreled into the darkness. Their footsteps echoed off the ceilings and walls, the floor beneath stiff and dry. With some illumination from his right hand, they saw the dull grey durasteel that composed the hallway(or tunnel) that they currently occupied. There were no other paths to take other than straight ahead, which naturally sloped downward a few feet before leveling off. A few hundred more feet of walking ushered them into a small rectangular room that was illuminated by dull yellow lanterns mounted on all four sides of the room. Across from them were a set of pods, most of which were scuff-free and managed to gleam even in the lighting. There was one, however, with shattered glass where the viewport would have been. 
"So you finally came." A voice floated from the damaged pod, Illesia's crimson eyes flashing with intent. 
"I didn't think it would take you THIS long to find me." Blue hands gripped either side of the opening, shards of glass piercing her hands as she casually hoisted herself out. 
"Renso's disciples." She clicked her tongue off the roof of her mouth, arms folding over her chest. 
"That's what he wanted us to become. Learners. Leeches. Hanging off his every word, feeding on whatever he gave us before plucked off and thrown into the galaxy where we could perpetuate his stupidity." Her leg muscles flexed in agitation. 
"I believed him once, long ago. Even through the constant 'tests' and 'trials' he said would make us stronger. It wasn't until he drove home one single point that I realized he was a sham." Illesia took a step forward.
"He told me that I was supposed to be a force for harmony. For balance." A jaded chuckle.
"And then he would make us fight to near death. To 'hone our skills'. He would have us hunt for beasts in darkened tombs only to tell us that our 'savage nature' needed to be tamed even more to succeed. The utter hypocrisy." Her arms extended outward, teeth exposed as she grinned.
"And I look forward to making sure that nothing he stood for will remain."