"I always thought the true Sith were just a myth." Aria had heard plenty of tales of both them and the Star Forge, which unlike this supposed Sith race she had no doubt had existed at one point or the other. She wasn't sure of the coordinates exactly because she had never studied the maps herself in great detail but there were only two possibilities for this planet that the Jedi supposedly recognised.  Malachor....or the home planet of that Rakatan race that had built the Forge so many years ago.

The acolyte eyed Master Shan warily as she suggested the possibility of continuing to work with Yerbol. Him, she was certain she could deal with, but what exactly was out there that these Jedi were so afraid of that they didn't want to risk their own necks to investigate and would it be a quicker way to go than whatever the Dark Council would have in store for her on her return if she failed or gave away too much?

"So instead of sending the ones with experience you give the job to a half trained Jedi and a Sith prisoner because it doesn't matter if [i]we[/i] die out there?" Aria scoffed, "Real smooth, people actually still fall for your 'protectors of the galaxy' crap?"  typical Jedi. Really all they did was hide behind delusions of grandeur when they were just as prepared as any Sith to use other people as meat shields...it was almost funny. 

Aria considered saying no and taking her chances with whatever 'information extractor' they were referring to, no doubt they were far less pleasant than these two had been so far. But now that she was here she wasn't so sure she could stop herself from giving them the information they wanted, especially if they began to make any kind of notable effort to force it out of her with their interrogation techniques. Maybe she could try to play to their nobility complex a little.
"Well, that depends on what information you want out of me, doesn’t it?" Aria leaned forward in her seat, one eyebrow raised as she met the Jedi Master's gaze for a fraction of a second before she found she had to look away unable to hold it, "There's nothing you can do to me that wouldn't be ten times worse if my Masters found out that I was helping you." she wasn't entirely confident of the truth of that statement having never been privy to the more unpleasant side of the Jedi's techniques but from the training she had received in order to resist such attempts the acolyte could make a fair inferrance.