"So you never had a choice? Ever?" He laughed. 
"Well, I suppose choice doesn't really enter into the equation when dealing with a group of people that pride themselves on domineering those that they can." The statement came out a bit harsher than he had wanted it to, so he added:
"Sorry. Hard to quash passionate feelings about an entity that one has been at war with for essentially their entire lives." Which made this interaction between the two so intriguing to the young Knight. Yes, she was his captive and absolutely there would be no chance of him letting his guard down so she could stab him in the back, but here were two enemy combatants having a civil conversation. Almost all interactions between Jedi and Sith usually devolved into petty name-calling or defamation of the order they served, but these two...they were talking. Like two normal human beings. Maybe...just maybe there was hope. With the current array of Masters, however, Yerbol doubted that there would be any kind of peaceful discussion. Like Master Bakarn had said, they were at war. 

But did they HAVE to be? 

The nav computer chirped, alerting Yerbol that they two hours away from Taris.
"I'll leave you be. We'll be at Taris soon." He rose, walking to the doorway between cockpit and seating area when he paused, lingering. 
"It probably doesn't mean very much to you, but Lysa was a good person. I'm sorry you saw her at her worst." His lips parted, words wanting to tumble out, but he closed them. Another time. 

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As they walked off the ship, a part of him wished he had some sort of restraining device to place on Aria. She was honoring their agreement for the moment, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't look for an opportunity to be rid of him at a moment's notice. Of course, maybe it would be the best for the both of them to separate. Then again, it wouldn't be his decision, as evidenced by Master Bakarn and Master Shan waiting for them at the entrance into the outpost. Yerbol bowed slightly at the waist, the gesture not returned. 
"Masters, I return with a prisoner. Aria, a Sith who was responsible for the death of Lysa."
"You found her?"
"Yes. According to Aria, Lysa had joined the ranks of the Academy and was seeking apprenticeship." Shan's eyes narrowed, looking the young Sith over with a suspicious gaze. 
"Let us not talk out in the open. Come." Bakarn and Shan led the duo up a flight of stairs just to the right of the entrance, the second floor landing revealing a narrow hallway with several metallic doors marked with the Republic logo. They proceeded into the first door on their right, a few overstuffed chairs and bookshelves dotting the room, a desk tucked up against the northern wall. The Masters took their seats and motioned for the duo to sit. 
"Yerbol, explain your actions." That he did, beginning with the message from Lysa to the discovery of the star map in the tomb. Upon finishing his story, he handed Master Shan the spherical object he had secured on Korriban. She held it up, scrutinizing it. 
"And you're sure this was a map?" 
"There were coordinates to planets that I don't think are charted...except for one that was on the left edge of the map. It looked strangely familiar." Bakarn grimaced before looking to Aria.
"And what have you to say about this map, Aria? Any information that you truthfully provide could assist in a more lenient sentencing for you."