He wanted to object to Aria's plan, but it made the most sense. With her distracting the troopers, he would have a clean shot to the assembly hall. If there was resistance inside, they would at least be at a disadvantage. As she patted him on the shoulder, he nodded to her, telling her quietly.
"Come back in one piece, ok?" She clung to the natural cover that the cliffside provided, Yerbol muttering as she stopped at the path on the other end of the village:
"Cause I'm not leaving without you." Suddenly the Troopers were caught up in the small display Aria had provided for them, dashing towards the scene of the disturbance. Poking his head out from cover, he ensured that no other trooper was in his way before setting out in a fierce sprint towards the assembly hall, vaulting the last few feet to get inside the open air entrance before any form of trouble could make it's way back. 

Now in the hall itself, Yerbol hooked right, then left down a set of metal stairs that led to a wide, square shaped space littered with chairs, a couple of tables squashed against the left and right sides of the room with random parts and satchels probably scavenged from the caves nearby. On the walls were tapestries and bookshelves that held the oral history of these branch of the Twi'lek people(nomadic), some of which were laying on the ground haphazardly. The off-white lighting was dim, but he could make out a open doorway just ahead to his left with a closed set of steel double doors to the right. Before going forward, the young Knight closed his eyes, reaching out beyond himself, straining past the dead silence of the room to see if he could pinpoint...

Breathing. It was faint, but it was coming from the open doorway. There were different cadences to the breathing, indicating more than one person was present. His saber glided to his right hand, finger hovering above the activation trigger as he prowled ahead, pressing his back up against the cold wall. He counted a few beats before spinning into the room, crouching in a defensive posture as he activated his saber, eyes quickly scanning the room. 
"Yerbie?" A cautious voice floated called, Yerbol taken back by the moniker. It took him a few seconds to spot the source in this more darkened portion of the hall, but upon identification, he broke into a smile. 
"Janika." A lithe whisper of a young woman barely over 15 emerged from a corner, hands trembling as she made her way to the Knight, who planted a firm hand on her shoulder. 
"Are you alright?" She shook her head.
"I'm...I'm one of the only ones who got out...and that's cause Manso and Udike kept the troopers busy and..." Tears began to well in her dark irises. 
"They're locked away across the hall. I could hear them screaming, Yerbie...I don't know what they did to them, but it sounded so..." Yerbol deactivated his saber, placing both hands on her shoulders as he told her:
"We're gonna get them out of there, then we're leaving Tython, ok?"
"But what about the others? Shouldn't we look for them?" He shook his head.
"Right now, we need to worry about us. The others...the others can look out for themselves." Janika recoiled, eyes widening.
"No, no...no we can't leave them. The Temple must have survivors, it must!" 
"Even if there are survivors, they won't last for much longer. We have a way off planet, Jani, and unless you want to end up like the others, I suggest you get behind me and keep moving." Yerbol turned back to the main hall, asking Janika as he stepped forward:
"Where's your apprentice's blade? You'll need it." 

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"Oh bloody head in a handbag!" Neta exclaimed, hands firmly planted on her hips as she watched the galaxy map in the center of the ship begin to flicker with red and black dots. 
"They're all converging..." The dots had started out as mere blips on the ship's radar, nothing more than a passing fleet on their way to who knows where,but then they had gotten closer to Tython over the span of a few minutes. The dots were forming a circular pattern around the planet, which resembled an attack pattern...
"They wouldn't do that...no chance they would do that." Neta peered closer at the dots as the ships radar system simulated the movements of the assumed fleet, watching for a few moments before a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. 
"They will, won't they?" She stormed into the cockpit, activating a monitor above the pilots chair to find a holonet report detailing the "Gruesome assassination attempt" on Manaan, showing footage of the attack before cutting to Lord Bracknell and Chancellor Saresh on Coreilla, the latter announcing:
"It is in the best interest of the galaxy for both Republic and Empire to consolidate our forces, to end the petty conflicts that have kept us from having true peace and to focus our efforts on ensuring the galaxy will be a peaceful place for generations to come." Applause rang from the assembled audience, which died down quickly as Bracknell added:
"Before our alliance can take firm hold, we must first deal with the ever present threat of both the Jedi and Sith. As you know, both Tython and Korriban have descended into utter anarchy. The Jedi and Sith Masters have lost control of their respective Orders, the latest evidence of that manifesting in the incident on Manaan. We have long revered these Orders, but our reverence blinded us, which in turn caused us to sacrifice our precious populace in a war that was not our own. We will take control of these planets by any means necessary and ensure that any Force User, regardless of affiliation, will be properly handled in the best interest of our new alliance." 
"They're going to bomb the planet." She bit her lower lip. 
"Get back here as soon as you can, kids." 

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Manso, a male Twi'lek of 16 and Udike, a human boy of the same age, were both battered and bruised, but they thankfully were able to get up on their own and accompany Yerbol and Jani up the stairs to the entrance of the hall. Before they got out in the open, Yerbol reached out to Aria:

[i]How's it going out there? We free to move back to the ship?[/i]