It was Aria's time to process, which Yerbol allowed her to do without by not saying a word, giving her the same courtesy she allowed him a few minutes ago, which was to just...talk. He looked to her when she asserted they would do whatever it took and nodded.
"And we're going to pull this off. We're too stubborn not to." He leaned forward, examining the control panel in the center of the dashboard before flicking a switch that dimmed the lights of the cockpit to where they weren't reflecting off the glass viewing shield. Sitting backwards, he told her:
"Wild Space might give us the best bet to lay low for a while. With Neta's piloting abilities, we can find some sort of obscure moon or a small planet off the beaten path that would give us an opportunity to summon the Masters...that is, if they want to come." He rubbed the back of his neck as he continued:
"I think it'll honestly depend on who shows up. I know that some of the Jedi Masters are a lot more stringent when it comes to their...stance on the Sith. But then again, it won't matter, will it? They'll have to work together or watch the entire galaxy fall apart because they can't get over their petty differences." Yerbol then snickered, following up with:
"Could you imagine the conversations that we're going to hear? I think I might just want to watch them argue for a while for the sake of comedy alone. Lock them in a room, take their sabers and tell them 'YOU ALL NEED TO WORK TOGETHER!' before running away cackling gleefully while we get ice cream and let them hash it all out. That way we won't have to deal with their politics AND we get ice cream." His stomach rumbled, Yerbol patting it gently.
"Well, I think that's a sign. I'm going to go see if Neta has anything better than Republic rations and I'll let you know if they actually taste...ok. Probably get shut eye, too." He stood up, stretching his arms overhead as he examined Aria's side profile and couldn't help but admire the way her face was pleasantly round, but too round. Her hair seemed to blacker than his, but it went well with the complexion of her skin and her dark, piercing eyes. In all their troubles, he had never slowed down to actually...well, SEE her. She was strikingly attractive, even if she would deny it profusely. 

His stomach garbled again, interrupting his momentary reflection. The Knight placed his left hand on her right shoulder softly.
"You did great, by the way. I think you must have been a gunner in another life." He lightly squeezed her shoulder before turning. 
"And Ari..." He paused as he stepped out of the cockpit. 
"I'm really happy we didn't go our separate ways. We'll take them down together..." His stomach warbled a third time.
"After dinner. Yep, after dinner." 

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He had promised himself it would be only a few hours, then talk strategy on Korriban. Just a quick couple of hours! That would be all, he assured both Neta and Aria. Then, after getting undressed for sleep, his bare back hit the poor excuse of a mattress and he was practically deceased for twelve hours. Neta had walked in to ask him if he was still up for talking, but then let out a volumnious laugh as she saw the Knight on his stomach, arm over the edge of the bunk, face buried in the small "pillow" that was provided. Of course, he hadn't heard this laugh or anything else until his body decided it was time for him to wake up. His eyes opened slowly, Yerbol attempting to move his dangling arm only to curse at the soreness that crept through not only his arm, but his entire upper body...well, scratch that, HIS whole body. He managed to scoot himself to the edge of the bed before sitting up, groaning groggily. His hair was in disarray, his eyes were still a bit glossy and his muscles felt like they were encased in barbed wire. 
"I feel old." He croaked to no one in particular, rising from the bed and hoping that Ari was nowhere nearby to see this...

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He shed his worn cloak, throwing it against the side of the cave in disgust. Wiping the blood off of his hands on his Republic(!) issued greaves, he sunk to his knees, hands on the moist cave floor to balance himself, to help the tremors stop. The adrenaline coursing through his body was beginning to wear off, but the experiences of the past twenty four hours...those wouldn't be going away for a long time. His head turned upward towards the mouth of his cave, shoulders slumping in relief as the sun set on the Tattoine landscape. He would be safe for now...but just him? Was he the only who had survived this nightmare? He reached out, grasping for the link forged between he and some of his closest friends, but there was silence. They too were Jedi Masters, so to hear the silence only confirmed his suspicions. He might be the only Master left in known space. 

And that frightened him.