Aria nodded slowly as Neta gave them an overview of the map as it filled itself in, tilting her head slightly to one side as the rectangles winked into view. Thinking back to their previous experience on a Wild Space planet, she exchanged a glance with Yerbol and murmured:
“Could be temples. There was one on the other homeworld. Or totems.” 
“Only one way to find out!” Neta beamed, waving them off again. Aria wanted to protest to taking her father and his tomb beasts along with them, but realised that it was probably safer than trusting him to stay with the rest of the group. All it would take would be one wrong step on Janika or Manso's part and this could all go horribly awry. “Okay, let's go.” she agreed, nodding to the remaining individuals they would be leaving behind. “Good luck with the ship, Manso.  And everyone else, Neta's in charge while we're gone, so just help her out with whatever you can.” Janika and Manso wouldn't be a problem, she was sure. Even Takree seemed relatively cooperative, volunteering to check the hull for damage. That just left Vano, who she hoped would be more amicable after their previous group effort. 

With little more reason to hang around waiting, she and Roan accompanied Yerbol down the loading ramp, the Tuk’ata trailing ever-fauthfully at the Sith Lord’s heels. Following the line of the ship's hull, they could soon see the cluster of trees their pilot had indicated was shielding the rectangular formations. 
“Well,” she laughed nervously, “let's go find out what killer beasts we're sharing THIS planet with.” if Roan had found the jest amusing, he didn't indicate it by the almost nonchalent grunt he responded with. Apart from the thicket they were venturing into (and a few others of the same kind dotted here and there throughout the valleys, as indicated by the geometric circles), there appeared to be very little cover on this world at all. 
“It's so...open out here, I don't like it.” Aria muttered, an uncomfortable shiver passing down her spine. “Anything could see us coming from miles away.”
“But we can also see anything coming OUR way.” Roan pointed out, ducking underneath a low-hanging branch. There was no real path through the foliage, only a narrow line of trampled ground presumably made by some herd of animals passing through it frequently. But it was enough to give them a glimpse all the way to the other side, where they could just make out some kind of building. 

She paused as her father held up a hand to stop her from trudging straight onwards that direction, gesturing with his eyes to the trees above their heads. Frowning in confusion at first, Aria followed his gaze to rest on the feline-like creature that crouched on the branch, its spotted golden-tan coat blending almost perfectly with the dappled light breaking through the leaves, brown eyes glistening as it watched the group below. 
“YARK! YARK!” beside Roan, the two Sith hounds let out a barking alarm call, spinning around to face more of the cats as they slunk into view from either side of them. 
They hissed and growled softly amongst themselves, apparently perplexed by finding these strange new creatures in their habitat, sliding down the tree trunks to drop onto the floor and encircle the group. Eyes narrowed, Roan took a step forward and pulled Aria to stand behind him next to Yerbol, whispering. “Stay behind me and don't move.” the Tuk’ata took up positions on either side of the younger duo, snarls rumbling in their throats as the felines began to move in closer. Aria responded with a squeak of alarm, unconsciously grabbing hold of Yerbol’s arm and huddling closer to him in order to comply with her father's instructions. They were just shy of the Tuk’ata’s shoulder in size, but apparently no less territorial. As the lead cat lunged forward and swiped in his direction, Roan sidestepped and stood his ground, locking eyes with it and growling back. A few more moments passed, with some snapping of teeth and more growling as the Sith hounds held the other two felines at bay. Whatever Roan was trying to do, the cat stubbornly tried to resist, hissing and snarling all the while, until the Sith Lord took another pace forward and snarled: “Away with you!” 
The cat snorted and flattened it's ears, hunching over at the authoritive command, eyes flicking over the group once more before it cowered back into the safety of the trees, the rest of its family following close behind it, thick tails tucked between their legs.
“You have GOT to show us how to do that!” Aria breathed, grinning in relief and abruptly releasing her grip on Yerbol's arm with an awkward mumble of apology now that they were once again safe. 

It wasn't clear whether the structure WAS in fact a temple, there were no ornately carved statues as the duo had witnessed in the last one. Roan stopped again, a silent jerk of his head sending the tomb beasts prowling off ahead of them.
“Let them go first, we don't know what else could be lurking around in there.”
A few moments later, a dark shape appeared in the doorway and made a low ‘chuffing’ grunt, apparently confirming that it was safe for the humans to venture inside. Nodding to the pair, Roan muttered. “You go and look around, see what the place is like. I'll keep watch out here.” as they passed him, the Sith Lord’s yellow eyes met Yerbol's with a glare that implied there would be furious retribution involved if anything untoward happened to his daughter while they were left to scout on their own. 

Greatful for at least some chance to talk to the Knight without Roan listening in, Aria dipped her head and stepped into the building. After a quick glance over their shoulders to make sure they were in fact by themselves, she whispered. “Are you okay? I didn't….I didn't hurt you, did I?” she was reasonably sure he was strong enough that her vice-like grip couldn't have done any damage, but it didn't stop her from being concerned nonetheless. While she waited for his answer, she surveyed the surrounding room that appeared to be relatively empty apart from an old terminal against the far wall at the foot of a staircase leading to the next floor, and a few dust-laden seating arrangements. 
“Could be an outpost of some kind, or a watchtower for another building.” she mused out loud, recalling that Neta had located more than one rectangle on the map.