Aria nodded, trailing after Yerbol to allow him to address his concerns, which she only responded to with a heavy sigh of her own. "Alright...I'll go talk to them, you talk to Janika and Manso." she took a step back out towards the other rooms where Takree and Vano were no doubt still staying, before she stopped briefly to turn to look at him. "Hey. WE did it, didn't we?" she reminded him, as a final word of encouragement. "We started out wanting to kill each other but we're friends now, right? We can get them to work together, too." anything else she wanted to say was abruptly shooed to the back of her mind at hearing Janika's squeal. Yes, intervening before this went horribly wrong was FAR more important. 

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She had no idea how Yerbol was doing on his side of the conversation with Janika and Manso, but she hoped it was slightly better than she was getting on with Vano. Takree, as she had expected, had been relatively easy to convince. He'd never been particularly 'Sith-like' to start with, and in this case it would work in his favour. At least she could trust him to stay in the same room with the former Padawans without swinging unnecessary punches. 
"Still not happening, Aria."
She raised an eyebrow. "You want to end up like your brother?" she retorted sharply. "Because that's where this is going if you don't."
The Mirialan stiffened. "Don't bring Merak into this."
"He would have listened to me."
"Well he's NOT here, is he?" 
"Va, please." Aria groaned. "I'm going to have enough trouble getting my father to agree to this, don't make it twice as hard for me."
With one last snort, Vano caved.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Saal." 

She found Roan sitting cross-legged in an empty corner of the map/conference room, eyes closed in a meditative trance. Hands on her hips, Aria stopped in front of him and mumbled.
"You could at least try to PRETEND to think they're worth a moment of your time you know, Daddy." His eyes didn't open, though the Sith Lord responded with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you expecting me to acknowledge their intelligence, or the fact that they will at least make good meatshields once the disaster hits us?" 
"I'm asking you to TRY not to be so insufferable. We need them to actually WANT to work with us." 
"And what makes you think I want any part in this? I'm helping you because you aren't giving me a choice, just like your mother." 
Jaw clenching slightly, Aria retorted, her voice quiet, before she could help herself.
"Is that why you made me kill her? Because she wouldn't listen to you and you couldn't do it yourself?" 
The question was met with another smirk, one eye cracking open as he muttered dismissively. "You're disturbing my meditation; go to sleep, Aria." 
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She had abandoned the conversation when it was apparent that she wasn't going to get anywhere with Roan and sought rest herself, though the twenty-four hours Neta had given as their flight time seemed to pass by all too quickly for her liking. After some slight rocking at exiting the hyperspace route, the ship settled and Neta's voice sounded over the ship-wide comm system to bring their arrival to everyone's attention. They had been dropped into a relatively stable section of space (no exploding stars, much to their relief), a few miles off ahead of them loomed a medium-sized planet whose surface seemed to shimmer with iridescent colours. Barely visible just beside it was a much duller and smaller dot, likely a moon of some sort. 

The group had gathered around the viewing window to all get a look at what was before them.
"A-Are those...crystals?" Vano frowned as she squinted to try and get a closer look at the sparkling surface (not that it would have done much good at that distance). Roan seemed to be observing the same planet with particular interest. 
"They very well may be." he concluded. "I'd like to get a closer look and find out." 
"It might be dangerous." Aria protested carefully, glancing back over her shoulder to call: "What do you think, Neta?"