Neta started talking, and Aria just listened and let the words sink in, until the honeyed voice fell silent again as she had finished her story. Aria glanced sideways at her and thought she had seen tears misted in the mercenary's eyes, which was unsurprising given the topic at hand. "I'm...sorry, Neta." though as she began speak about having 'REAL connections' with people and something about not taking them for granted, the former acolyte's step faltered and she gawked at the pilot incredulously. "...A-Are you trying to say that B-Bol and I...?" Aria scoffed loudly, but felt the blood rushing to her face and was silently glad that the colour change would be indistinguishable in the red glow cast by the lightsaber blade. "Neta, I think you've been smoking something because there is...NOTHING going on there, I promise you!" she insisted, adding in a barely intelligible mumble. "I've known him THREE days, and my father would KILL him if..." she broke off abruptly, stopping dead as the redheaded mercenary stepped in front of her. 

Standing on her toes to peer over Neta's shoulder at the three figures ahead, Aria quickly whispered. "No, don't shoot them! I think I know them. Just...hang fire a second." as she took a step into the alcove ahead, the arguing voices abruptly ceased as the two standing people snapped around to look in their direction. Both drew their sabers, though one, a Cathar, hung back to allow the other room to maneuver since she held a saberstaff rather than a single blade. Aria was just as quick to whip her own saber up to block the overhead blow, stopping the acolyte in her tracks as she landed. The pitch black tattoos beneath each eye and on her forehead and chin stood out against the olive green tone of her skin; she was missing her left eye, the socket fused over with a large scar that was frayed around the edged. The other eye, slate grey in colour though slightly orange tinted, sparkled as the Mirialan spoke in an alien dialect*:
"Roan bee dan ohk ch'sei." 
Aria chuckled, retorting. 
"Uru Juno'hervoe toyid go solsehan san. Ish ohk voylan toe san." both of them switched off their weapons and lowered them back to their sides at the same time, the moonlight was enough for them to see by. "Dan fic debis t'an loo." Aria quipped, noting the missing eye.
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In order
Vano: Roan said you were dead.
Aria: One Jedi couldn't kill me. He was covering for me.
Aria: You've looked better.
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The Mirialan flashed a toothy grin back at her, falling back into Basic as she proclaimed:
"Still better looking than you." her gaze then fell on Neta, who had been lining up a shot in order to defend Aria and had frozen in place as the exchange between them started. "Who's the redhead?" 
"This is Neta. She's our ride off Korriban." Aria retorted, giving Neta a glance and a reassuring nod before she began to walk towards the Cathar and the individual slumped against the pillar. As they moved closer they could see he was a Togruta, large of frame but with a boyish look in his face still and a gangly appearance to his limbs that indicated he couldn't have been older than 15 at most. 

"Did anybody else get out?" Aria looked over her shoulder at the older acolyte, asking in a quieter tone. "Merak?" 
The Mirialan remained where she was standing, looking Neta over for a moment before her attention returned to Aria and she answered: 
"He was with us when the shooting started, but they were waiting in camo gear outside the tomb and-. We almost made it back towards the Academy, but Merak got cornered trying to help Takree and they..."
she didn't have to finish the sentence, a flash of hurt appearing in Aria's eyes at hearing the news. Whoever he had been, Merak had obviously meant something both to Aria and the other Mirialan, who was now glaring the injured togruta. "If SOMEBODY had used his saber instead of standing there like a brainless LOUT, then Merak would still be alive!" 
"I panicked, okay?! It wasn't my fault!" Takree, the Togruta snapped back at her, clutching at a wound on his abdomen. "I got hit too, in case you missed it!"
"Then Takree was too weak to walk back to the hangar and we ended up stuck in here!" the Cathar hissed, her teeth flashing. "We should have just left him here and gone by ourselves Vano, I TOLD you!"
"That's ENOUGH!" Aria shouted, silencing all three of the quarreling acolytes.

With some help from the Force to bolster her strength, Aria hauled the young Togruta to his feet, supporting his weight until he was able to stand, albeit somewhat painfully, on his own. "Neta, d'you think you can help him walk? We HAVE to get back to the hangar. ALL of us." Aria grunted, scowling at the other two before they could make any further protest against taking Takree with them.