It talked too much for Ael's care. It was quite similar to the Dark Jedi he'd encountered many years ago, but this one was different if only due to the blanket of sadness and fear over the both of them.

He wasn't surprised the Sith had found them and glared at them through a black glass, but Ael was still irritated that it was trying to demean and intimidate them. He stepped in front of his Padawan, her entire body disappearing behind his own, but she still tried to peer around him. There was something about the Dark Creature that held Javilla's interest, or, at the very least, attention.

"It tries to take mind," Ael told Javilla but looked straight at the Creature. He wouldn't give the Sith the courtesy of using gendered pronouns. In his culture, the workings of Evil were done by Dark Creatures devoid of gender and emotion. They fed on the emotions of his people, but he would not allow this physical manifestation of such negativity affect him in such a manner. He called upon his Ancestors to keep up the screen in an attempt to block out it's negativity.

"[i]Focus on me,[/i]" Ael told his Padawan through his mind. He didn't know if it actually reached her, since his telepathy skills lacked entirely. More so, the current situation was probably too much for the girl.

"Javilla. Run," he turned his head with his eyes still following the Creature across the room. She understood that he wanted her to reach the ship and flee the planet. "Now!" he shouted, his voice making the metal around them vibrate.

Ael's concern for the female turned into a fire that shot toward their attempted mental aggressor. With the generator between the two of them, the heat from the fire threatened to make the contraption explode. He then fled through the tunnels, attempting to track down Javilla's now erratic Force signature. His 7'4" figure made quick work through the pipes but couldn't remember or even recognize any of the passages as he raced through.

He followed Javilla's erratic Ancestral Essence.  He eventually found her hunched over, allowing the loud, dull hum of another generator counteract the welling negativity inside her. 

"Javilla," his voice growled in an attempt to show concern. "You do well?" he wondered aloud in his still-broken Basic.

She sniffed, she was clearly crying. "It was awful," she whined.

Before she could complain further, the Darkness that surrounded them fell down hard. Javilla, once again, wailed in emotional distress and Ael turned to see if the Creature had followed them or if he was performing this trick from afar. "You must get up, Javilla!" he shouted, trying to make his voice exude the Light to reach her, for he hadn't the focus anymore to perform this mentally.

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"No, don't bother," a rather callous female voice stated behind a wall. Master Cluyr had arrived as per the request of one of the Jedi chasing the unknown Force-user on the planet. "There is no threat from him."

Her tone made her seem irritated with the four Jedi tasked with this mission. At'chaa's understanding of how the mission proceeded made her wonder if these Jedi, in particular, were a poor choice or if the man was truly so elusive. But the quick, and rather rash, decisions made by the girl, Eevy, at least made the retrieval quick.

"He is no Sith and I've had enough of you both claiming he is. He is a Gray Jedi at the most. He poses no threat to the Order, or anyone for that matter."

At'chaa believed Gray Jedi to be weak. They did not hold the resolve to keep the Jedi Code and they were cowards to not turn to the Dark. She held no interest in what the "Neutral Side" of the Force held. She'd done her fair share of studying, as any Jedi Master had, on the subject. To her, it was denial of the Force rather than an accepting or controlling of it. It was a strange philosophy that she passed off as unconventional and unnecessary.

"I'm surprised even you, Kasari, could not pick up on this man's unusual Force signature. He's clearly trying to be so negative," she stated. Master Cluyr was gifted in the use of Force Senses. The Master was surprised she wasn't consulted in the selection of the team for this mission since the Master, herself, was one of the best trackers in the Galaxy.

"However, I am not surprised by your actions, Miss Hunt. I warned the Councilors of your lack of training in self-control. I don't understand your deductive skills that led you to igniting your Lightsaber in public and shouting through a crowd. You lack grace and understanding, my dear girl."

The Nikto had always been offensive and condescending to every member of the Order, even her fellow Masters. But not quite to this degree. However, if At'chaa would make the girl cry from this, it would not affect her as it wouldn't have been the first time.