Bloody bantha, she heard the call. 

He gave her a smile, shaking his head and telling her:
"No, not at all. My parents just wanted to check in. You know, seeing as we were on the news again." A chuckle followed by:
"Mom thinks I lost too much weight." He pointed to his cheeks as she mimicked his mother's "concerned" tone:
" 'Honey, it looks like you forgot how to eat!' I quickly informed her that we were, indeed, eating; however, fighting off threats to the galaxy burns off a LOT of calories. Speaking of calories, I dare say that we order dinner." Yerbol rose somewhat before plopping back down, his mind resolving to float the idea to her now rather than attempting to procrastinate and tell her when it might have been too late.
"But I HAVE been thinking, as my cheek can attest to." He turned to face her as he continued; 
"Thinking about a lot of things, actually. The other 'stuff' you mentioned have been floating through my head, but more importantly, I think I know where our next stop should be." His chair scooted a bit closer to Aria. 
"You talked about your mother, the memories you guys shared and I think...I think it might be kinda cool to go back to Onderon. See the planet through the eyes of someone who has been through a whole lot since she was last there. I'm not suggesting that we relive all the bad memories, but I wouldn't mind you showing me around where you spent some of your childhood. Besides, there are also some really awesome sights that I've heard about, including a newly built capital building that apparently walks you through the ENTIRE history of the planet in some kind of virtual reality simulator." Pausing, he took one of her hands in his. 
"Of course, all those sights would pale in comparison to you walking me through some of your more cherished memories...and embarrassing moments. Because it would NOT be fair for my parents to show you those vids of me digging through mud with my dogs as a kid and not getting some insight into some of your more...intriguing moments." He laughed slightly, running a thumb over her knuckles. 
"So what do you think? We've got the house for a couple of more days, but we can head out tomorrow if you want. The dogs might object to leaving the shore behind, but I'm sure Onderon would feature wide open plains for them to frolic...and chase things." 

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Biting down on the cloth, she managed to tighten the wrap around her bleeding upper arm with enough force to secure it in place. Cursing at another wave of pain that shot down her arm and into her fingers, she scanned the dimly lit corridor with satisfaction. Whatever resistance had been placed there was gone, the word of those communicated with her only a week earlier coming to fruition. There had been two guards posted at the exit of the first hallway that she hadn't expected, but that appeared to be an anomaly. That sentiment was only confirmed even more when she walked ahead through another set of automatic double doors into a drab, square shaped room that featured a few scattered chairs and doors that led to other parts of the complex. Chuckling loudly, she walked forward through the exit, taking a sharp inhale of the sewage tinged air. 

Freedom never smelled so good. 

Brushing away a stray lock of golden blonde hair, she reached into the pocket of her prison uniform, retrieving a pocket sized datapad that, upon activation, displayed a compass that would lead her to the benefactors that sprung her free. A small part of her wanted to abandon the datapad and forge her own course, but something nagged at her to pursue the identities of those who were willing to risk themselves for her sake. With datapad in hand, she ascended up a nearby metal staircase, kicking open a steel door that led onto an abandoned street.