While his initial reaction would have been rejection, he knew that this would be the safer option. Overloading Illesia might cause the result they want or end in their swift deaths. 
[i]I'll do all I can. I think you'll know when I've done the job.[/i]

Quickly he sank to his knees, Taral stepping in front of the Champion, low and menacing growls uttered from his throat while Chwuq and Aria began their ploy to keep Illesia distracted. 
"Oh come now, just you and one dog? I thought this would be fair." A teasing pout before her teeth bared, snarling as she lunged at her prey, talons extended forward. As she dodged, danced and dashed across the room, she could feel her energy being sapped away from her. Casting a frustrated glare in Yerbol's direction, she deduced what their plan was and made several attempts to leap at the docile Champion, those attempts thwarted by the other dog. Taral managed to get a few good swipes and even made contact with a vicious bite into her calf, Taral spitting chunks of blue flesh out of his mouth as the attacking duo managed to corner her once again. 

[i]Keep at it. She's weakening.[/i]    

Yerbol managed to tap into their bond for a quick message before resuming the almost transcendental experience of ripping away the pulsing, undulating cords that emanated from Illesia's frame. With each successful disconnection, he could feel Illesia's power wane, her very "essence" disintegrating. There were some feeble attempts make on her part to try and thwart Yerbol's targeted attacks, but Aria and Chwuq kept most of her attention. A sickeningly sweet satisfaction swept over him as he watched the last of her connections to the Force fell into nothingness, like she had never had the attachment in the first place. What she had drained from him and so many others was finally dissipated. She would suffer the crippling loss of power, of the source of her identity. 

And it felt so good to be the one to do it to her.

In one final act of desperation, Illesia mustered what strength she could and flung Aria against the stasis pods, Chwuq galloping towards the temporarily incapacitated Champion in preparation for what looked like a protective charge against the oncoming Xiis. 
"I will not...bow...to...to..." She staggered forward, arms raising momentarily only to fall back by her sides. 
"I can't..now..." Her shoulders sagged, knees slamming into the merciless metallic floor. Behind her stood Yerbol, his saber ignited as her head turned, eyes narrowing, a teasing smile coming across her face.
"Think...of..me...fore-" His saber swept across her neck, head severing cleanly from body before rolling a few feet away from it's former position, her serene expression preserved. The Champion's eyes bored into the now dysfunctional body part, emotions of complex and inexplicable magnitude dancing in his visual connection. 
"Sad?" Taral pawed at Yerbol's foot quizzically, snapping the latter's gaze down at the hound. 
"No. Not anymore." A soft half-smile formed, patting the hound on his head before sheathing the weapon in his hand and helping Aria straighten herself up. 
"Don't look too bad for fighting a maniacal, power-hungry would-be demi-god." A wave of exhaust crashed into his body, his muscles visibly trembling from the effort he had just exerted. 
"Let's go...but I want to do one more thing before we leave this forsaken rock." 

After getting settled onboard and lifting off, he had the ship hover just far enough from the abandoned installation.
"Keep it at this elevation." He told his partner, clambering down a hatch just off the cockpit and settling into the gunner's seat. Hands graced the controls, thumbs running over the switch to the turret. 
"No one can ever remember you. I won't give them the chance." His promise uttered, he pressed firmly on the turrets activation switch and allowed streams of laser fire to cascade down on the facility, which after a couple of seconds, gave way to the melted glacier tips that cascaded downward onto the shattered roof. Within moments whatever was left standing by Renso was submerged in the arctic waters, hopefully to be never found again. A weight lifted off of Yerbol's chest as the ship careened into space, a genuine smile crossing the Qyaari's face in what felt like an eternity.

Finished. 
Finally.

"Do we have any of the wine Neta left behind?!" 

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Relief. Laughter. Wine. Kisses. Laying about like good for nothings. A needed shower. 

Those several hours that passed in transit to Zinuthra featured all of the above, the duo savoring every possible second they could while it was just the two of them. Their time ended far too quickly for the Champion's liking, the ship's landing gear touching down on the hangar's surface almost as fast as they had left Chuffon Prime. Before they got off, however, Yerbol stopped his partner with a gentle tug of her wrist, pulling her close to him. 
"Just...give me a second." He embraced her tightly, chin resting on her head, eyes closed. 
"I don't care if I'm being sappy, but I just want to hug you for a minute." Yerbol mumbled in a half-hearted apology, kissing the crown of her head. 
"Because I never thought I would be able to again." The hum of the cooling hyperdrive and the occasional thumping of the Tuk'ata's tails on the floor were the only sounds that floated through the ship for their embrace. 
"Ok. Ok, I'm good." Yerbol withdrew, but not before telling her:
"I promise you that we're going to go somewhere nice soon. Let's call it a 'sabbatical' from saving the galaxy?" 

_____

They reported their actions on Chuffon Prime to the Elders, all of whom were greatly relieved to have Illesia taken care of. Matthew did bring up a point that tempered their enthusiasm somewhat:
"Not all the Xiis have been accounted for, though." 
"We'll find them, dear. I don't think they'll be able to survive without Illesia's feedings." 
"Still, Malu, I'd feel a lot better if we knew they were all dead." 
"Fair point. We can appraise Saresh of the situation when we discuss the report of these two with her in a couple of hours." Voldon scanned the room and urged any of the other Elders to contribute to the discussion, waiting for their points to be concluded before wrapping up the meeting:
"I dare say that we owe you two a great deal once again. This is becoming too habitual." A half-smile formed as he continued:
"You've earned time off. Heal. Mend. Chip in where you can, but know that our remaining settlements are still sending us recruits. We'll need you both in top condition to groom the Knights that will serve as teachers in the near future." 
"So we didn't screw up too bad in our first week?" 
"The students enjoyed you both. Some were...hesitant to say anything other than that, but the ones that were honest tended to differ. Some appreciated Aria's very hands on approach while others enjoyed your discourse-based learning. In any case, they need to learn how to adapt to different instructors, which means you two are an excellent pair. Now I think you two should be off. We'll contact you when we have any news worth sharing." 

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The sun's rays pierced through the blinds incessantly, attempting to stir the Champion from his slumber with passive aggressive vigor. 
"Rrr..." He rumbled groggily, turning over to find that his partner wasn't in the position he had last seen her in. Instead of a lovely face(and form) to greet him, he was instead looking at a rumpled sheet and comforter. 
"Where did she-" A brief "HA!" came from his throat when he saw the chronometer mounted on the wall next to their restroom reported that it was one twenty in the afternoon. When did they go to sleep last night? 

He lumbered out of bed, looking down and quickly dressing himself while thanking the Force that the blinds weren't completely open so that all of Zinuthra couldn't see what he saw. With a t-shirt and loose jogging pants on, he stood by their miniature caf dispenser, paper cup waiting patiently for the whirring machine to do it's trick. It was at the moment the Champion was hit with a sudden realization:

There was NO imminent threat to the galaxy. 
None. 

An almost child-like giggle shot through their quarters, saying to the empty room:
"Nothing! NOTHING! We can actually do NOTHING!" He then added a qualifier so that the room didn't think he was a total sluggard: 
"For a few days anyway. The kids should be fine without us." Grabbing the now filled coffee cup, he strode to his datapad just as he heard their automatic door "swoosh" open. 
"I think I slept harder than a bantha after an evening meal."