Yerbol had been laying in bed himself when he heard Aria clamber up onto the bunk above him, more than likely to get away from the acolytes and Roan. Instead of engaging her in conversation, he stayed silent, allowing for his companion to get the well-deserved rest she needed. As a potential Sith Lord, she probably never was able to truly fall asleep. How could she? The backstabbing politics of the Sith academy were the stuff of legend and those who wanted to ascend the ladder had to always keep an eye open for potential backlash for a perceived slight or a power hungry peer who wanted to dispose of a rival. It sounded exhausting, which made Yerbol quite happy she could lay her head on a pillow without being concerned about getting stabbed in her sleep. Speaking of sleep, Yerbol managed to participate in the process himself only to be awoken a few hours later by Neta, who told the entire ship that they had landed safely in Wild Space(the undercurrent of relief in her voice was rather audible). 

After a few observations, Aria asked for Neta's input, the pilot scanning the radar screen to her right before clicking her tongue off the roof of her mouth. 
"Well, I'll say this much: it's going to be hard to break into that atmosphere." She pointed at the circular blips going off at random intervals above the solid dot. 
"See that? Those are disturbances in the atmosphere from what I assume are the mountain ranges or whatever those huge things are below. If I take us down there, I don't know if we'll make it to the ground in one piece." 
"What about the planet there?" Yerbol pointed at the speck in the distance, to which Neta shrugged.
"Can't say. Sensors can't pick up readings from that distance. We can swing around and see what's there, but it might be a worse situation than what we've got below us." The Knight glanced from the window to the radar screen once more, studying the readings as best he could before realizing aloud:
"That might serve as a really good shield between us and the Sith." Neta raised a brow.
"Honey, we'd more than likely be torn to shreds by the time we hit thirty thousand feet above land."
"Not if we help." He motioned to the group assembled.
"You've got people who can use the Force onboard."
"You don't have to remind me." Neta mumbled, prompting Yerbol to poke her right shoulder teasingly. 
"Come on, spec ops, trust in what we can do. If you can get us in an initial descent, we can all collectively focus our power to form a barrier around the ship that should get us down safely."
"And what about if we want to leave, hmmm? What if some of you get injured? I don't trust the stabilizers to get me out of the atmosphere alone." 
"Well...well I haven't thought that far ahead yet." Manso crept forward from his position in the very back of the group and meekly added:
"I might be able to help with that." Neta turned her eyes up to the young Twi'lek with an almost patronizing smirk.
"And how might you do that, hmm?"
"Well, if we can get on the ground, I can take a look at the secondary power systems...seems like you're wasting a lot of power needlessly." 
"So what you're saying is you can manipulate power circuits? Without the proper tools?" Manso raised a hand.
"All I need are these and a few hours." The pilot groaned in disapproval, prompting Yerbol to retort: 
"It's either we bet on our resourcefulness now and take comfort in the fact that anybody trying to hunt us down is going to have a difficult time finding us OR we try to find another planet to touch down on, which will make us targets in Wild Space, which I'm not comfortable with." Yerbol turned to face Aria, asking:
"Think we can do this, Ari? Or should we come up with something else?"