Aria found herself out of habit, studying the pair that stood before them as Yerbol began to explain part of their plan. Her spine stiffened as the Battlemaster's scrutinising gaze turned to her and he made question of her alignment and her motives in relation to the matter. "Forgive me, sir, but it wasn't just Tython that was attacked." she growled softly, hand clenching into a fist as she retorted carefully. "Korriban was bombarded too, and most of the Dark Council is also scattered or dead." 
Of course, their doubts were understandable given the bitter conflict between the two Orders that had spanned many centuries. But that was all in the past now, they had to get them to work together, somehow. 
Thankfully, despite the various gripes Kira seemed to have about teaming up with a bunch of Sith Lords and their acolytes, Master Naylan promised that the pair would join their group as soon as they had wrapped up their own errands. 
"Well, I guess we'll have to remember to send them co-ordinates once we've found a place, then."

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They caught wind of Neta's shouting as they were coming within a few paces of the hangar bay where they had docked. Aria winced, groaning as she passed a hand over her face and muttered:
"You're telling me. I thought he would have had the sense not to use the 'M' word, but apparently not." with that, she picked up the pace in order to hopefully intercept the argument before there was any Force energy involved. If that happened, Neta didn't stand a chance. Thankfully, as they arrived Roan seemed more amused than angry, the Sith Lord standing with his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked pointedly down at the redheaded pilot.
"Then perhaps you should have followed my instructions as they were given to you, miss Orso." his burning yellow gaze shifted to the duo as they entered the hangar bay, narrowing as he proclaimed a little bit louder: "If I had intended to leave my daughter in the charge of an incompetant fool who could be easily swayed to other motives, I would have left her with an Imperial Officer, or Force forbid that oaf of a Grand Moff." 
Aria immediately averted her gaze to the floor, her feet shuffling as she quickly fumbled for an apology:
"Daddy, I can explain...."
"Oh you will do plenty of that young lady, I can assure you." he jerked his chin back over his shoulder towards the ship. "On the ship, NOW." 
"But I-"
"NOW, Aria!" 

She flinched, visibly, at the scathing tone in his voice, casting a quick glance sideways at Neta and Yerbol before she flitted past Roan to head up the loading ramp with a quick affirmation of "Yes, sir." 
His attention once again on Yerbol and Neta, Roan's gaze flitted briefly over the pilot before coming to rest on Yerbol. "I'm going to assume that this Rancor-brained plan was YOUR idea." he leaned forward slightly, face hovering inches from Yerbol's as he hissed. "And I assure you, boy, that the only reason I don't allow those tomb beasts to tear you to ribbons is because you're attached to my daughter and I would not risk the chances that killing you may kill her, too."
Turning sharply on his heel, Roan followed Aria up the ramp, beckoning for the other two to join them in the main meeting area where Aria was waiting. 
"Actually, it wasn't just Yerbol, we both thought that we could..."
"That you could rescue the others, is that it?" Roan demanded, muscles in his jaw tightening as he looked down at his daughter. 
"But that's the thing, see, we actually DID get some of them out and we think that-" 
"That you would go straight to the busiest spaceport in the sector and parade yourselves around where anyone could see you, so Bracknell would KNOW you were still alive AND to come looking for you?! Do you have ANY idea how careless you've been?" 
"NO! Would you just LISTEN for five minutes!!" Aria snapped angrily. "Bracknell's got the upper hand NOW, but we might actually be onto something. We came here to talk to people, see if there were others that could have got out that could HELP us." Roan snorted derisively, clearly not particularly impressed with the offered explanation thus far, but allowed her to continue regardless.
"Do you REALLY think we can run and hide from this, Daddy? How long will it take him to catch up to us and kill us if we did just keep running? Two months? Three? Don't you think that time would be better spent trying to fight back? I'd rather go down fighting than running away and if you want to hide like a coward then fine, but I'M not!" she was silently imploring him to listen, and held her breath as she waited for her words to sink in. 

The Sith Lord sighed heavily, his head rolling back to scowl at the ceiling as he considered the available options. Aria's threat was not idle, she was as stubborn as her mother and there was a good chance that she WOULD try to continue to help Yerbol behind his back. That left him with only one option.
"Fine, I'll help you."

Now of course, there was just the matter of getting Neta to overlook Roan's earlier poor word choice enough to not start another argument....