Aria grimaced slightly as Yerbol made a quip in Lord Bracknell's direction, unsurprised when the young Knight swiftly paid the price for the actions. The former Sith lord then swiftly ordered the duo to be taken to holding cells, whereby herself and Yerbol were both quickly dispatched with a heavy blow to the back of the neck. 

When she came to again, Aria was greeted with a monotonous grey-black ceiling and matching walls that looked suitably heavy-duty. Groaning quietly, she carefully pushed herself into a sitting position in order to get a better look around. Remaining there for long enough to allow the pounding at the base of her skull to subside, she heard Yerbol calling out her name. His voice was muffled, but close by. Good...at least they had a shot of trying to talk to each other and figure out a plan together. "I'm here!" she called back, heading in the direction of the wall which his voice seemed to be travelling through. Leaning up against it, Aria called again. "Got any bright ideas for getting us out of here?" Bracknell was at least confident enough, apparently, that they would be unable to escape their imprisonment that he hadn't had the pair sedated. "No drugs, means he's either got Ubese watching us or the place is full of traps in case we DID get out before he wanted us to." she mused out loud. 
The door to the holding cell she was in looked awfully strong, far too strong to simply break down even with use of the Force. Loud cursing from the other side of the wall confirmed the suspicions as Yerbol tried and failed to accomplish such a feat. 

By reaching out carefully with her senses, Aria was able to confirm that there were in fact Ubese stationed outside each of the holding cells. Overpowering them would not be easy, given the duo's current skill level with Force manipulation. If only their guards could have been easily tricked...
"...I've got nothing." she admitted at length, a loud snort betraying her frustration at her own lack of ability to come up with a solid escape plan. She craned her head back to glower at the ceiling while she waited and hoped Yerbol would have something to add that would get them out of this mess. "Come on, you're good at this whole 'idea' thing." she teased the Knight, smirking slightly.

Fortunately for the duo (or not, as Yerbol might have looked at it), they didn't have to wait long before rescue came to them. After several long minutes of bouncing possible escape attempts back and forth (and the reasons why they would NEVER pan out properly were flung between them just as quickly), they had fallen into a broody silence when the sound of doors opening could be heard from outside. Aria's muscles tensed in preparation, the Force presence that entered the corridor was strong enough in magnitude to have been Lord Bracknell returning to tie off loose ends. She couldn't get a good enough read to identify the person what with the thickness of the door impeding her senses, but the visceral growls that echoed through the room gave her a pretty good idea. The Ubese guards fumbled for their vibroblades as footsteps pattered quickly into the passageway, a sharp, pained scream sounding from the prison warden soon following. The cry was abruptly silenced before it had the chance to spread further throughout the facility, replaced by a sickening crunching sound as they were dispatched by whatever creature had made such noises. Resounding thuds could be heard as the remaining guards outside both cells were dropped in a similar fashion.

Aria scrambled back to her feet as the door to the cell groaned on it's hinges and caved inwards, allowing her to slip out into the narrow area that joined the cells to the next hallway or room. Aria darted past the jet-black beast crouched in the doorway of the adjacent cell to check on Yerbol, though thankfully the Knight appeared to be none the worse for wear despite their recent ordeal. 
"Come on, Bol. Get up, let's go." she muttered urgently under her breath, grabbing hold of his forearm with the intention of pulling him along.
"[i]Jeeeedaii.[/i]" its glowing crimson eyes fixed hungrily on Yerbol as the Tuk'ata prowled further into the cell, tongue lapping at the spittle and Ubese blood that still flecked its jaws. Eyes narrowed, Aria put herself between the Sith hound and her, she couldn't believe she was calling him that... but it was about time to admit it, newfound friend. 
"Hold your breath!" she warned Yerbol, barely getting her own hand over her mouth and nose in the brief delay it took for the overpowering stench of rotting meat to hit the pair as the Tuk'ata thrust its muzzle towards them eagerly

The heel of Aria's boot connected with its nose, sending the beast skittering backwards and snorting in protest.
"Get outta my face, stinkbag!" she hissed sharply in retort, thankful for the tall figure that then appeared in the doorway, a sharp command calling the dark creature back to his side. The Sith lord scowled sternly at the pair, any of the natural pigmentation in his irises long obscured by the yellowed tint that was common amongst manipulators of the dark side of the Force.
A man of few words, it seemed, because there were no introductions or otherwise fanciful vocabulary as had been the case with Lord Bracknell, just a simple order as he gave them both a hefty shove towards the exit.

"Move! We haven't got time for dawdling!"
 
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Bracknell waited in the nearby atrium, his gaze fixed on the door to the conference room where representatives from both Empire and Republic had recently entered. One hand rested just above his belt, at the ready for the exact moment he would need to push past the door and dispatch the 'assassins' he had planted amongst the political representatives earlier in the day. A few of them had yet to be swayed to the True Sith's ideals, but this scenario was bound to make them see reason. The plan, if he thought so himself, was rather flawless and guaranteed to end with every Senator and other political personality on their side. If only he could have anticipated that his two prisoners would use the very same moment to cover their escape.

No-one in or around the conference room heard the Ubese guards dying screams over the chaos that followed as Bracknell's plan was orchestrated, as always, precisely on time.