The dark Jedi paused as she slipped behind a half fallen support structure, the dim light filtering in from the holes in the ceiling of the tomb providing her with enough visibility she needed to see her quarry. The other woman had no idea that she was even being pursued. There were techniques, both with and without the Force, that allowed one to muffle their footsteps and remain unnoticed. Techniques she had been practising for many years, with the help of both her father (when he had the time to offer her extra tuition in secret, which was few and far between now with the war effort in full swing) and through the guidance of her formal mentor. 

Now, she had to remove this obstacle or she could kiss the apprenticeship to Lord Bracknell goodbye. And that was not a negotiable option. She had trained in the ways of the Sith since her father Khoan Saal had removed her from Onderon upon discovering her sensitivity to the Force. Before her mother's whisperings of these 'Jedi' could taint her thoughts too far against their Empire, perhaps it had been a little rushed but it had been worth the risk. The young acolyte had fallen into the training as easily as Khoan had hoped, and soon had little need of his teachings though she always insisted upon it, if only to impress the other Sith Masters, especially Bracknell whom she had hoped to gain favour, and eventually an offer of apprenticeship, from. She had almost succeeded too, carrying out the Sacrifice test with no hesitation; she'd thought that with her mother out of the way there would be nothing left to give Bracknell and the other Masters cause to doubt her loyalty, until she had returned to Korriban to find that Lysa woman had showed her face. The little ex-Jedi rat had knocked Aria right off her pedestal and she'd be damned if she was just going to sit there and let her have it.

Her fingers flexed as they closed around the hilt of her lightsaber, ready to strike as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Lysa's back was turned as she examined the tightly shut sarcophagus that contained Naga Sadow's remains. Setting her jaw, Aria made her move as she advanced closer, ignoring the crunching sound as the toe of one of her boots connected with a heap of old bones, Lysa would likely take no notice of it and pass it off for the Tuk'ata that lurked in the shadows of the tombs. Only when she was feet away from her did the Sith acolyte finally strike, the saber humming to life as she struck out at her. The scream echoed through the tomb for a few seconds before dying back down into silence.