It took some more fiddling with the terminal before Aria was granted crystals of her own that she could swap into her own sabers, but once that had been achieved it was a simple (and slightly arduous) matter of following Roan’s instructions in order to replace the newer crystals into their weapons. On a few particular occasions, he would stop them mid-process and insist that they scrap the attempt and start all over again due to the young duo’s awkward attempts, during which the Sith Lord even once likened their co-ordination to what he would expect from a ‘herd of stampeding Banthas’ (though Aria had a feeling that the latest of his protests, just before they thought they had completed the process, was purely out of spite in an attempt to irritate Yerbol; she refrained from saying so out loud however). 


She followed Yerbol’s lead in re-activating her weapons once the new power sources were properly situated, a visible flinch accompanying her yelp of surprise as the two blades popped back to life in unison. The beams, which had taken on a striking shade of orange-red with viridian green undertones, seemed somewhat less stable than Yerbol’s was. Even after they had settled, they would still fizzle and crackle at occasional intervals. “I don’t think they’re supposed to...do that?!” Aria squeaked, holding them out at arm’s length as if she were concerned they might backfire at any second. 
“It’s nothing to worry about.” her father patted her shoulder in what could be assumed was a comforting gesture, “Just don’t swing them around like a lunatic and everything will be fine. They’ll settle eventually.” Yerbol’s jubilant implication that they would be able to best Jedi Masters in battle with the aid of their new power crystals was met with a roll of Roan’s eyes. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous-” 
Thankfully, Neta interrupted anything else he may have had to say on the matter with an important announcement of her own. 


Deactivating her weapons and dropping them back into the clips on her belt, Aria wandered back to the doorway to look across at the other, larger structure. “It’s not far.” she pointed out. “I think we could make it.”
The trio trudged across the small expanse of open ground to scout out the accompanying building, keeping an ear out for any signs of the impending storm from outside.  It felt much larger, and more inviting, than the crystal chamber had been. It was built from the same materials, though this time ornate lighting fixtures were suspended from the ceiling which with some tinkering would come to life to give them more illumination to survey the rest of the rooms, for this structure was indeed partitioned into more than one. Some of them were bare, like the initial space in the lightsaber station, but others were filled with seats arranged neatly around intricately carved tables, or large racks of spindly-legged droids slumped against each other around a semi-rectangular shaped space of empty floor space. More terminals tucked away in the corner by the doorway presumably could be used to activate the droids in question. 


“Well this is...interesting.” Aria observed slowly as they came upon yet another of the mechanical arrangements. “So it’s a...droid storage facility?”
Behind her, Roan snorted quietly (whether it was in amusement or irritation was not precisely clear) before he prompted. “Or a training ground.”
“O-Oh. Right.” Aria’s face engulfed with heat, the former acolyte looking towards her feet. “Or that.” 
“You wanted a base of operations.” the Sith Lord continued, crossing his arms over his chest. “This could work. There are a lot of bare rooms, most of them would have been used for meditation, but there aren’t enough of us that we’d need all of them precisely for THAT purpose.” 
“...So, we could turn the spare areas into sleeping quarters?” Aria finished, more hesitantly after her previous blunder.
“Precisely.”


In the room behind them, the two Sith hounds had begun to growl and chatter uneasily amongst themselves, indicating that the approaching weather system wasn’t far off and that perhaps returning to Neta’s ship would be advised...