When she was able to open her eyes again, Aria wasn't sure exactly where she was or what had happened since the Sith had overwhealmed her. She had no concept of where the wall ended and the ceiling started, it seemed so much higher than the main chamber, almost as if it never ended. For a brief moment, she wondered if she was dead...then the muscles in her neck seized up into a spasm that told her otherwise. Hearing Yerbol groan behind her, she realised they were sitting side by side. Wincing, she tried to lift a hand to the source of the pain in her neck; but found that her arms didn't seem to be responding particularly well to instructions, and when they did it felt like they were weighted down with lead and they hardly moved at all save for a somewhat pathetic twitch. 

Perhaps that was just as well, as the two Sith sitting in the passanger shuttle's loading door turned around sharply to check on their charges. Burning gazes swept over the two for a brief moment, then they returned to their previous conversation as a presence gingerly found its way into her mind. Aria recognised it as Yerbol's before he spoke, her features knitting into a frown as she concentrated on trying to form words through the fog that swaddled every recess of her brain. 
[i]....The hell just happened?[/i] she growled a soft curse, taking a moment to recall the struggle against the group of True Sith and the moment of stinging pain before the confusion had started. [i]Ugh...they stuck me with something, I can hardly think straight. They get you too?[/i]
The bright lights beating down on them from the roof of the shuttle hurt her eyes and she screwed them shut tightly to try and block it out. Clothing swished and footsteps thudded past them, fading into silence only to be replaced by the roar of ion engines as the small craft started up and presumably shot out of the Jedi temple's hangar bay. Looks like the Jedi had lost this battle despite their best efforts to put up a good fight.

[i]Where do you suppose they're taking us?[/i] a pause, then, accompanied by a sarcastic snort, [i]Da da da, we're so karkin' dead.[/i] after all, Aria and Yerbol had nearly exposed the true Sith Order's scheme, they had turned their backs on the opportunity despite profuse warnings from the apparition at the end of the trials, and forced them into enacting their plot sooner than they might have liked. She doubted they would go through so much trouble to sedate them and dampen their ability to function if they wanted to have a friendly chat.