"Alright then." He walked to the statue and, with a monumental pull, flung the statue to the ground, the wall receding just as Aria claimed it would. 
"And who says a Sith can't be helpful?" He gave her a teasing smirk, watching her hobble on her ankle. He would've asked to help her, but not only would she have refused the assistance, it was slightly satisfying to see his sister's murderer limping out of the tomb in the most defeated manner possible. Some of the swirling feelings of vengeance resurfaced, but Yerbol banished them to the recesses of his mind. He would deal with his emotions later...for now, they needed to keep moving forward and hope that the Sith had no back up on the outside. 

The Sith(he needed to learn her name) had been correct in her prediction, the duo finding themselves right at the entrance of the tomb. The rays of Korriban's fierce sun were fading, the sky turning a darker shade of orange, probably to indicate night. He turned to face his captive, telling her:
"My ship is about a quarter of a mile out from here in a cave, so we need to keep moving. Unless you want to put up another fight...of course, we saw how that turned out." Another smirk as he started right, sticking to the edge of the valley. He didn't speak to her for half the journey, but then suddenly asked:
"What's your name? I suppose I should know that when I present you to the council." Unexpectedly, his holo communicator chirped from the other pocket in his robe, the Knight shaking his head. He wouldn't dare answer a call now. 

A knot began to form in his stomach as the realization hit him. 

He had purposely removed the battery from the communicator when he had come to Korriban. 

They knew he was here. 

He withdrew his saber just as three figured shimmered into existence about thirty yards off, each of them wielding the trademark red or purple lightsabers of the Sith. One of the figures, a female Zabrak, chuckled. 
"Oh Aria, did you REALLY think you were going to succeed?" A male human chimed in, his dark eyes sparkling with glee:
"We knew you were going to the tomb. We heard your talk with your handler, how you were told about this opportunity to please Lord Bracknell and we couldn't help but be excited for you." The Zabrak came back into the fray:
"When we kill you, this Jedi and bring back the relic? And claim that we slayed Lysa, a Jedi plant who was attempting to bring back vital information with her famous Jedi brother?" She cackled, taking a step forward. 
"We will be launched into Lord Bracknell's personal guard for this. And you will never live to see it." She charged forward, launching a flurry at Yerbol, who managed to crack his saber to life in time to deflect the onslaught. The Zabrak hissed, slicing at Yerbol's shoulder only to be countered, Yerbol pushing back with his saber and slicing at her torso, a clean blow penetrating her midsection. 

He only hoped Aria could hold out long enough for him to help out...