Every syllable of Yerbol's protests and questions was punctuated with a visible grimace from Aria as she jogged along at his side, having to move at a slightly faster pace to keep up with the two taller men. Yerbol's attention turned to her as her father made his way across the hangar towards the submersible, the streamlined Sith hound hot on his heels. 
"I assume you trust him, right?" Yerbol demanded, prompting her to swallow and jerk her head in the quickest nod she could manage. 'Trust' was probably the wrong word. Know to do as she was told, when she was told? Yeah, that was accurate. Besides, her father usually knew what he was doing...the fact that he was here to spring them out of their predicament precisely when they needed the help the most should have been enough testament to that. 
"Do as he says. Don't backchat." she whispered back, sprinting to catch up with the Sith Lord before they lost the protection provided by his energy shield. The trio reached the submersible with very little effort, the Ubese guard able to do very little to stop them from boarding it unless they could get closer, which the barrier (and the snapping jaws of the tomb beast) did an adequate job of deterring. 

The remainder of the blaster fire glanced harmlessly off the craft's hull as the engines started up and their rescuer made the necessary checks to begin getting them back towards Ahto City. The hatch remained open for a fraction of a second after Aria and Yerbol had passed through, long enough for a second Tuk'ata to drop down, the pair's sabers dangling from its slimy maw. The jet black creature swung itself around in the narrow space, dropping the respective weapons into their wielder's empty laps as the craft lurched off the platform and into the water, climbing upwards to the surface. 
"Uh...thanks." Aria muttered wryly, her nose wrinkling as she used the edge of her cloak to wipe away the excess drool that still clung to the hilts. If the creature had appreciated the praise, it gave no such gesture to indicate it, simply standing patiently beside its counterpart to await their next orders as they approached the city once again. "Can't you at least brush their teeth?" she complained to the man ahead of them.
Without looking at her, the Sith Lord responded in an equally long-suffering tone. "You want to try sticking your hand in their mouths to do it?" the young Force user remained tight-lipped, unable to respond with a reasonable retort to that question. 
"I didn't think so. Keep moving, we're getting out of here before Bracknell locks down all the hangars." 

"But, father-" there was the answer to Yerbol's enquiry as to who this person was, at least. Before Aria's protest could be finished, the Sith Lord's lengthy stride had placed him nearly at the intersection to leave the docks.
Priority one, it would seem, was getting off this planet. Where he planned to go after that, Aria could only guess. Probably Korriban. They met very little resistance on the way through the pristine hallways back to the hangar area, likely down to the fact that whatever had caused the utter pandemonium to engulf the underwater facility hadn't quite broken the surface of the planet. Yet. They had little more than a few minutes, before it would. Better make the most of it. They breezed past several closed steel doors, a simple glance apparently all it took to evaluate whether a usable ship was on the other side, finally coming to a stop at one of the last bays in the row. 
"But...what about...Bracknell?" puffed Aria as the pair caught up to him again, wasting no time in making their way towards the spacecraft. Glancing back towards them, his features contorted into a smirk that might have bordered on the maniacal variety.
"He'll get his eventually. The bastard tried to bury me alive in Sadow's tomb before he came here, he's going to pay for that." 

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His suggestion was answered by a chorus of mumbles and exchanged glances amongst the remaining diplomats. Slowly, each one began to nod in agreement until it seemed that every representative in the circle, regardless of their former allegiances to Republic or Empire, was in accordance with the plan the True Sith delegates had come to Manaan to put forward. The difficult part of their battle was over, now all that was left was to get the Selkath's help in order to implement the bounties on any surviving Force sensitives from the former Orders. As he called their attention back to declare that they do just that, a trooper from the facility burst into the conference room, stopping abruptly in the tarnished doorway.
His eyes were wide in apparent shock or fear, sides heaving with the effort of each breath as he called out. "Lord Bracknell, sir...the prisoners! They...They're gone!"