Yerbol could assume that the beasts responsible for he and Aria's newfound freedom were being controlled by someone, although Aria's swift kick to one of the hounds was a surprise to him. Not to her, it seemed. Maybe she was familiar with how to deal with them due to her time on Korriban, but still, there was a missing piece to the equation...which then appeared, cat-like eyes examining the duo for a brief moment before barking a command. He thought that it could be a rebellious Sith Lord who decided to buck against the True Sith after having dealings with them, but a strong surge of emotion suddenly emanated off of Aria upon seeing their savior. Could it have been a relative? A loved one? What Sith would be willing to risk their neck for another? other than someone very close to them? Questions abounded as the trio forged their way out of the holding cells into a much wider hallway, albeit possessing the same drab decor of their holding cells. Without a word, the Sith stormed to the left, leaving the duo to follow along at a brisk pace. 
"So...we going to get an explanation of who you are?" Cold silence followed as an answer, the Sith rounding a corner at the end of the hall. 
"No? Ok, fine, but-" The Sith held up a hand, hissing:
"Guards made their way into the hangar. Ubese." He looked at the steel doors a few feet away.
"Destroy them, then get inside the craft."
"What about the summit?" The Sith's eyes narrowed. 
"A lost cause." 
"That's all we get? A lost cause? The True Sith are about to dismantle the galaxy and all you want to do is run?" Their rescuer turned around and thrust a hand forward. 
"Stay or leave. Your choice, boy. But Aria will come with me." The doors slid open, four Ubese troopers patrolling the vast hangar that only had one submersible situated inside. Upon seeing the escapees, they sprinted forward, rifles spurting bolts of concentrated, crimson colored energy barraging their location. The Sith charged forward, throwing up a barrier of energy that deflected the bolts and gave the younger Force wielders a chance to decide on their course of action. 
"I assume you trust him, right?" Yerbol's shoulders tensed, hands curling into fists. Once the Sith passed by the Ubese, they would be easy targets unless they moved. But he had to ask, he HAD to make sure that at least one of them had confidence in the person that broke them out. 
"Because if you don't, we're going back to that summit." Just a couple of seconds now...

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"And that is exactly why we must do something about Tython." Chancellor Saresh nodded at the end of the assertion of one Lord Kynsgrove, Saresh adding:
"I completely agree. The Jedi have been trusted allies for centuries, but the devolution of their moral character is troubling. Our troopers are on the ground now trying to contain the situation and will attempt to figure out what's caused this uproar."
"And we too will put the flames on Korriban caused by the horrific divisions within the Dark Council." A much softer looking Bracknell chimed in, a smile creeping onto his lips before continuing:
"It appears that this summit has not been the waste of time that-" The doors flung off their hinges, the guard who once occupied the space replaced by a group of armored saber-wielders, their faces masked. One of them hurtled towards a Republic senator, saber extended. Just before the blade connected, a flock of Imperial and Republic forces plunged into the chaos, swiftly eliminating the threat in a matter of moments. As dead saber hilts clattered to the floor, Bracknell spoke over the chaos:
"This was a calculated attack, it must've been!" The Senator that had almost gotten an energy beam to the chest nodded vigorously. 
"Someone must've tracked us here using the Force!" Another Senator piped up, shooting up from his chair. 
"Something must be done!" A Sith chancellor added. Saresh held up both hands, quieting the raucous room. 
"We can't react in haste. This might have been an independent force, one that-"
"Saresh, can't you see what's going on here?!" Deputy chancellor Kyle Mansfield cast a look worthy of murder in her direction as he followed up:
"Those who use the Force cannot be trusted! You've seen the reports! We SHARED most of them here at this summit! We NEED to reign these Force users in before they overthrow both our governments!" 
"I concur." Bracknell nodded in Mansfield's direction, pointing at the bodies now being dragged out of the room. 
"We have come to use the Force as a crutch for true diplomacy. The Force has divided us, made us weaker. With our combined efforts, we can ensure that future generations will see the labels 'Republic' and 'Empire' as relics of history. They will know one government dedicated to the preservation of peace for all of mankind." 

[i]And they will all kneel[/i]