Aria eyed the newest Darth stonily, her jaw tightening as she growled softly. “I’m NOT little-!”
“Aria.” Roan shot her a warning scowl, to which Aria huffed and reined herself in, realising that she had almost fallen into the trap of petty bickering as well. The Miraluka seemed to have a frightening level of knowledge about their Force bond, which started as a surprise to Aria though the more she spoke of her people’s abilities, the more it seemed to make sense. Miraluka’s natural ability with Force sight did mean they could pick up on anomalies very quickly. 
“Wait, wait...so you’re saying that it’s a THREE way bond?” the idea that she and Yerbol were ALSO tied to this other person who had started the genocidal movement was a new concept. One, she realised with a jolt, that might be worth exploring further.
The Jedi delegates were more than shocked to hear of the link between the pair, exchanging dumbfounded glances as they tried to make sense of the newly presented info. Even the normally stoic Cheriss sat abruptly forward in her chair to squint more closely at them, lips pursed together before she muttered.
“Force bonds…? Now that IS interesting…I had assumed the energy came from something located in the biome of the planet; but it was you two all along?” the Dathomirian raised a brow. “For something so strong to form so quickly…” 
Aria shuffled closer to Yerbol by an inch or so, suddenly very uncomfortable with the way they were being stared at by EVERYONE in the room like they’d sprouted extra heads. To try and move the topic onward, Aria asked the Miraluka a question of her own. “So...so if we went back to the homeworld, we’d be able to pick up the connection to the third person, and try to follow it back to find him?” 


“That might be a bit ambitious, but we certainly may be able to discover more about this mystery man’s motives.” Roan put in, scratching his chin in thought. “I wouldn’t recommend we all go, if we ARE being watched then so many strong presences may spook them into an aggressive counter-response.”
“Then...Aria, is it? And Yerbol, should both join the party travelling back to the homeworld. If their bond is as strong as the Miraluka claims it is, then it would be unwise to separate the pair either.” Ailel frowned. “If nothing else, it may cause them considerable discomfort; Force forbid should anything happen to the other while they were away, a lot of the records we had in the Chamber of Secrets and the archives are purely speculation but it may still be fatal for the other if one of them were to-”
“NO.” Roan growled, stiffening. “No. Aria stays here.”
“That’s hardly practical, Noctis-” the Jedi Master insisted, only to be cut off instantaneously again by the irate Sith Lord.
“You are NOT putting my daughter in their line of fire while you pander after your ridiculous quest for knowledge that may or may not even exist!” 
"I hardly think that's your place to decide, Noctis. The fate of the entire galaxy is at stake here and they could-"
"I am her FATHER, Sparr, the GALAXY is not my concern!"
And thus the summit descended into another round of back-and-forth defamation of the various Master’s characters, morals and motivations, with poor Neta and Elara left to exchange bemused glances with one another as they tried to follow the argument from one Force user to the next. The only ones not joining in, it seemed, were Voldon and Jungze, the former currently sitting with his head in his hands after a failed attempt to calm his wife at his side while the latter simply sat back in her seat and scowled in a condescending manner.


Aria and Yerbol seemed to have been forgotten in the heated discussion that had now ensued, stuck in the middle of the whole fiasco and having to contemplate exactly how they would defuse this one. Every time either of the duo attempted to speak and call attention back to the matter at hand, none of the Masters seemed to pay them much mind. When it was clear after several minutes of squabbling that it WASN’T going to calm down on its own, Aria gritted her teeth and reached towards Yerbol’s mind, announcing in a somewhat clipped tone: [i]I’m going to scream again. Block your ears, and if you can try and do something for Neta and Dorne.[/i]
She communicated a similar warning to the aforementioned pair by mouthing the words, waiting for another few breaths to give them time to react before she bellowed out: “SHUT IT!!!”


The entire room went eerily silent as the windows trembled in their frames. One of them may have even cracked slightly. 
“With all due respect, daddy, I’m twenty years old and I can make my own decisions.” Aria continued in a quieter pitch once attention was back on the duo again. “We’re GOING.” 
Roan snorted and bristled, as if to make another protest before Cheriss silenced him with a roll of her eyes.
“Just go with them, then, if you’re going to do nothing but sulk about it the entire time they’re gone!”