Bracknell's jaw clenched, muscles visibly tensing. 
"Who's gone, Lord Bracknell?" One of the Imperial delegates asked, her eyes narrowing at the obviously agitated Sith. Mansfield looked to Bracknell, their eyes meeting for a few moments in silence before Bracknell turned to the delegate and answered her question: 
"We had captured a young Jedi and aspiring Sith acolyte who had apparently put their differences aside to try and disrupt the summit. They were quickly apprehended at the Republic embassy, but apparently their resourcefulness was sorely underestimated. I will send a squadron of our best special forces to apprehend them." 
"We'll second that motion...with the Chancellor's permission, of course." Mansfield turned to face Saresh, whose lekku was twitching in desperation. Her alliance with the Jedi, her vision of crushing the Empire, everything she thought she knew was crumbling in front of her...she wasn't fit to make decisions now. 
"Yes...yes, scramble whatever troopers you can find. I'll defer to your judgment for the time being." Mansfield graciously nodded.
"Of course, Chancellor." 
"Before we leave..." Bracknell motioned towards the assembly as he continued:
"Let us all agree that we must make our move swiftly. Both Jedi and Sith will naturally be hostile towards our goals, so we mus act decisively. If they agree to limitations on their jurisdiction, so be it, but be prepared for conflict. We do not want to start a war, but if that is what must come, then let it be so for the good of the galaxy." Mansfield nodded vehemently. 
"Let's take control of our galaxy. Finally." 

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Father. 

Ok, now it makes sense. 

As they boarded the small starship, Aria's father swept forward to the cockpit, commanding Aria:
"Get to the co-pilot's chair. I need you to input coordinates." The ship's engines roared to life, nearly knocking Yerbol to the ground. To think that such a small ship could produce such power...then again, Aria's father was a Sith Lord from the looks of it. They probably didn't want to travel around in a hunk of space debris. Not a good look for pulling up to a meeting with the Dark Council. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as the young Knight sat down on one of the four seats in the cabin, the ship launching into Manaan's azure sky. It wasn't long before they were in hyperspace, Yerbol internally sighing heavily in relief. Their escape attempt was far too easy in effort, but he could assume that a Sith Lord was crafty enough to slip past the notice of his fellow compatriots. A few minutes of silence passed before Aria's father sat in a seat across from him. Words weren't exchanged for the first couple of seconds, the Sith's callow eyes boring into Yerbol's skull before a few words were spoken quietly:
"I'm forced to acknowledge that you had some hand in keeping my daughter alive. Although she should have killed you in that tomb, your allegiance has allowed her to stay alive." A pause, which Yerbol filled by adding:
"She kept me alive as well. Without her, I wouldn't have survived."
"Of course you wouldn't. You're a Jedi." He turned his head, calling for Aria:
"This concerns both of you." Once Aria joined the conversation, he continued:
"You both know of the power these Sith wield. I can sense their mark on you even now."
"Mark?"
"Their power is a rotting stench that one can't wash off. You've both been in contact with them extensively, going so far as to complete their initiation trials, which bodes well. They know of your strength, they know of your potential and you are threats that need to be eliminated. Even now, Bracknell is mustering a force to come after you." Yerbol had a feeling he knew where this was going, but allowed the Sith to speak. No need in irritating their rescuer. 
"We need to get you both into hiding and let the chaos these True Sith want enacted to pass by."
"So we do nothing to stop them? To allow them to commit genocide against any who have the Force?" He couldn't help himself. 
"You two haven't developed your powers. You're raw, inexperienced. You need training, guidance. You won't get that fighting a war you'll lose." 
"And how would you kn-"
"Enough of your idealism, boy. Your masters are ripping themselves apart on Tython and Korriban is no better." 
"Wait...what happened on Korriban?"