With the number of Jedi in the hall decreasing seemingly by each passing moment, more of the Sith were focusing their efforts on Yerbol and Aria, which was making the young Knight extremely vulnerable to what would come in a matter of moments. He had heard Aria's cry, felt her concern and looked in her direction to find her upper half in the arms of one of the Sith, her body growing limp, her presence growing dimmer.
"NO! ARI, HOLD O-" Two of the Sith exerted a crushing pressure on his limbs, Yerbol's mouth open in a scream of agony as he too felt a burning sensation in his neck, then...then things got so easy and simple. It was getting dark. Time for rest. Finally. Rest. Re-

As both the targets were subdued, a Sith emerged from the Council chambers, blood dripping off of her hands and robe. 
"We leave now! Get them to the meeting coordinates! Master Soto and I will meet you there!" Compliant, the taskforce of Sith left through the Temple's main entrance before the blood stained warrior returned to the shouting match that served as the interlude between battles. Bakarn lay on the ground, blood oozing from a wound on his left leg, the other two Masters on the left hand side of the chambers forming a protective barrier around their fallen comrade. Master Soto and her companion stood on the opposite end, the latter casually brushing a stray lock of ebony colored hair away from her face just as Satele had spewed:
"The True Sith have been deceivers from the beginning, Elenda! Please, think about your actions!" 
"You're right. Deceit is one of the largest tools one can use to exploit the weaknesses of the enemy, which in your case is complacency." 
"Don't forget utter incompetency." The younger Sith piped up, a smirk creasing her features.
"This plan you have...it will tear the entire civilized galaxy apart. Is that what you want? Anarchy? Chaos?" 
"Through chaos, there is determination. Through determination, strength." Elenda pointed her silverish red saber at the remaining council members.
"You wouldn't understand. Nor do the imposters who proclaim themselves to be Sith. We will unravel what you have clumsily put together and ensure that true Order is established." 
"That will never happen." Satele's eyes narrowed as she leaped across the room, angling a strike towards Soto's neck. 

Their sabers clashed, filtering through the chamber doors, interrupting the absolute stillness that dominated the Temple. Nothing moved. Nothing spoke. 
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Something hard was underneath his head. 

He groaned, shifting his head and frowning. Yep, still hard. 

Grumbling, his eyes opened to find a beige colored ceiling above him that was very, very high up. When he craned his head to the right, he spotted a small passenger shuttle with its bay door open, two figures(presumably Sith) standing on the threshold discussing some topic Yerbol couldn't quite make out. Further past the ship was the massive exit, it's normal purplish energy barricade lowered completely. They had managed to infiltrate every part of the planet, hadn't they? He cursed inwardly, looking left to find Aria's back to his, although there were no restraints on her. He fiddled his hands, moving them slowly. No restraints either? They must have had supreme confidence in the sedative they had given them or thought they had enough numbers to swarm the duo in case they awoke before being transported to who knows where. 

Not wanting to act rashly, the Knight closed his eyes, feeling the ever growing presence of Aria in his mind and tapping into it. He focused for a few moments before he mentally called out to her:

[i]Ari? Can you hear me? Don't move a muscle if you can, just try to speak back to me using this...method.[/i]