Aria shook her head, still feeling numb as Neta moved past her and disappeared further into the ship to check on the young Padawans. 
"This wasn't your fault, ...we're dealing with powerful people..." the pilot's words registered with her brain, but didn't really sink in as she moved in an almost mechanical fashion to collapse in the pilot's chair where Neta had been previously. 
"Shit..." it was a callous exclamation, perhaps, but she was at a complete loss for how else to put words to that incapacitating shift in the Force. "I couldn't breathe...felt like someone was carving a hole in my chest. I thought my heart was gonna explode." She forced herself to try and think about this from the True Sith's point of view. Of course, it was a logical next step to deduce Korriban would be next as the center of the former Sith's training grounds. It would guarantee that most, if not all, of the other Force users other than the ones Aria, Yerbol and Neta managed to band together before the bombardments were out of the picture and couldn't interfere with their rebuilding process. 

She nodded along with the Knight's suggestion for a little while, before her head dropped forward into her hands, a soft whimper escaping from between her pursed lips. 
"My father's going to die! They'll track him down too, Bracknell's not going to let him live!" it was a foreign feeling for Aria, to be THIS worried about Roan's safety. The guy was a Sith Lord, after all. Not many people were brave OR powerful (or, perhaps in some cases, stupid) enough to tangle with one and live to tell the tale. But after what they had just witnessed, she was beginning to realise that this was entirely different. "He's too powerful a threat to be left undealt with, and not even those tomb beasts will be enough to stop them! [i]Kark[/i], Bol...they're going to kill him...they're going to kill them all..." she was fighting a rapidly growing panic now, desperately keeping the hyperventilating at bay as they tried to work together to come up with a strategy of how they were going to stop these people from doing this. 

They could get to Korriban as fast as Neta's ship could carry them there, and hope that it was still intact when they dropped out of hyperspace. Rescue as many people there as they could, yes it was desperate and foolish, but what other option did they have? Cower, how had Yerbol said it at the outpost, in the shadows like rats until Bracknell or Soto finally caught up to them and added them to their kill tally? Aria gritted her teeth angrily as she looked up to meet her companion's gaze. 
"Where, though?" she whispered, her voice hollow. "WHERE could we POSSIBLY rally a bunch of Force sensitives where Bracknell and Soto and their cohorts wouldn't find us? They're EVERYWHERE now, watching and waiting!" her hands clenched into fists as she continued:
"And that's not even acknowledging the fact that we'd be dumping people from previously opposing sides of a conflict together and asking them to play nice and help each other!" apparently Yerbol wasn't the only one with a rambling's worth of thoughts about the matter. "Do you think, for a SECOND, that the fact we could all be killed will make a difference to how your Masters would see my father, or he them?" 

Then again, she reminded herself, the two of them had done it. A freak accident had forced them to set aside their differences and work together to survive. Who was to say this catastrophic genocide wouldn't be enough to do the same for the older, more stubborn Force users. As much as they might have hated one another, the looming threat of death hanging over their heads SHOULD be enough to keep some kind of mutual alliance, however tenuous, between the two groups so they could make a stand against these True Sith.
"...You're right, we have to try. Whatever it takes."