Revan and Bastila, that's right! They had been enemies beforehand, engaged in an actual life or death duel and then somehow managed to forge a Force bond that even current Masters are perplexed at. He hadn't mustered the courage to ask Master Satele about her great grandmothers force bond with one of the most enigmatic figure in all of galactic history, so he had resorted to reading about it in various texts that all ended with similar strains of "Till this day, no one has ever been able to replicate the strength nor the depth of a Force bond, let alone actually creating one." 

Aria's father would be the least of HIS worries. The Masters would more than likely demand that the duo be separated, then Yerbol would be forced to meditate for days on end to "purge" himself from the "taint" he had received by spending time with such a malicious human. He chuckled inwardly at how stale and stiff he made the Masters out to be, knowing that they weren't ALL like that. 

Most of the time. 

Her question brought him back to reality, nodding. 
"You're right. Gotta keep moving and get off this rock alive...and I also assume you heard what I did?" The Knight looked up, spotting the platform they had made their original destination. Instead of there being a sealed door, however, was an open doorway with light drifting lazily on the other side. Upon walking past the threshold, they found themselves in a large, open aired square shaped room with shelves lining the walls stacked with parchments and old holo disks that seemed to be in some kind of order. To their right, floor to ceiling windows extended from the threshold all the way down to the end of the room, putting on display an expansive valley teeming with verdant grass. Snowy peaks were visible in the distance along with a couple of smoking volcanoes that flanked their non-lava bearing cousins. 
"You know, if we weren't on a planet teeming with monsters that could rip us to shreds, I'd say that this is a gorgeous planet." He leaned gently with his left forearm on one of the windows, savoring the rest they had earned. 
"It was no wonder the True Sith made this their planet. Beautiful and terrifying all at once. From what we've seen, that's falls right in line with their principals." He turned from the window before taking his dark brown robe off, planting it on the cool marble floor and stretching his arms overhead. 
"I suppose..." His arms returned to his sides. 
"We've won, haven't we? Makes sense. We overcame every obstacle up here, so now we have to 'study' the ways of the True Sith. We're full fledged disciples now." Walking to a shelf, he took one of the older holodisks off the shelf and turned it over in his hands, snorting a laugh.
"These are ollllld. Looks like first generation self-projecting holo disks. These things probably only hold, what, ten minutes of footage?" He placed one of the ground and pressed the center, a miniature hologram of a man garbed in an elaborately patterned tunic, his eyes focused and hard as he spoke:
"Insertion phase is nearly complete. Some of our newly minted brethren encountered problems. They have been eliminated one way or another. We will need three more on Coruscant." As the holo cut out, Yerbol's brow rose. 
"Uh..." He looked to Aria, eyes widening. 
"Insertion?"