Javilla's eyes met an alien participating in some kind of drug use. He shouted in a foreign tongue which caught the attention of the other aliens around him. Javilla looked down in a guilty shame for staring.

Ael placed his large hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her. But that would cut short when both of them were almost overwhelmed with a powerful darkness. Javilla mewed in submission to the pain it caused her through the Force. "Master, is that really Darkness?"

He didn't answer right away. The entire moon was covered in a darkness, but this was forced. Someone knew they were there and wanted to get their attention. He was too proud to back away from aggression, but this was far more sinister than anything he'd experienced before. They were both in danger. It was possibly deep enough that they couldn't escape easily. 

Ael let out the power of his Ancestors, trying to calm the area around him. It was more focused and closer to them, but the Darkness still pushed its way through, however muted. "Focus," Ael told his Padawan.

His large stature kept potential predators away from them as he paced through the club. Javilla kept close behind him, as if to use him as a blanket to hide her presence. The aliens parted for him and he made his way out of a side door. He could immediately tell that the figure was fleeing them, or possibly drawing them away from the area. Since, why would someone make themselves known only to walk away from them?

Javilla noticed the droids and pipes as they walked through the twisting corridors and passageways of the undercity. "Those were destroyed on purpose," she noted out loud. "Is this a Sith, Master?"

"Yes," he said.

Though Sith were merely turned Jedi since the Galactic War, he could tell that this was someone trained in Darkness, in hatred and anger. He wondered if this would test his own emotions, but the trembling Javilla restored some resovle in him.

"They're trying to get us lost," she noted again when they followed the "scent" into a large pipe that would take them even further down into the moon.

"Do not fear..." his voice filled the metallic cylinders. He pushed out a calmness again, trying to counter the growing anger and fear that was trying to consume them. "Use your mind."

She tried to fall into a meditative calmness, but her brows still quivered in uncertainty.

Ael pushed her to the side of the pipe when they reached an opening that seemed to lead to a generator room. The loud whirring would have drowned out a voice unaided in the Force. "Who are you?" Ael bellowed, pushing his voice to fill the space. "Why have you brought us here? What do you want from us?" His speech was still broken and tried, but held a sort of calm authority unusual for the oppressive negativity.

Javilla was trembling all over, so Ael put his large hand upon her chest and forced into her a focus and a calmness that changed her scales to a light blue color from the black she was exuding before.