As they wormed their way back through the maze of corridors and rooms towards the ship, Yerbol had to ask to the entire party:
"I'm still stuck as to why they would just leave their base of operations so vulnerable...and why they would have documentation like this just sitting in plain sight. And I know, I know that a lot of this could be dismissed as psychobabble from fanatics who believe they were given 'insight' into the workings of the galaxy, but still...someone would HAVE to listen. Master Shan, Master Bakarn, they believed that these Sith were still around and a viable threat." 
"That they did." They were descending a particularly tricky set of circular steps, prompting Voldon to stop for a moment and traverse a gap in the stairs before he continued: 
"But they were a minority in the Council. Most believed that it was a red herring, something to distract us from the immediate pressures of war. I scoffed at the idea personally, but then...then events transpired that changed my direction." 
"That doesn't answer the boy's question, Voldon." Voldon shot a glare back at Jungze, adding:
"I was getting to that." 
"Whatever you say, darling." Grunting, he addressed Yerbol once more: 
"I got curious when Satele and Syo started their research. Kira and I traveled to some of the rumored worlds where the True Sith had once occupied and found a number of relics and holodiscs that, although incomplete, held records of access that were recent. That's why we were on Nar Shaddaa in the Temple ruins. One of the older discs we found on Tattoine pointed to Nar Shaddaa as another rallying point for Sith. We didn't find much, but piecing it all together now...now it makes sense. But no one would listen to us. I suppose these disciples of the True Sith took advantage of our bloody war to hide in the shadows. They were in plain sight, but they knew we were too consumed by trying to kill each other. Too little, too late." He curtly ended, jaw tightening. 
"To be fair to the Jedi, we didn't believe in the rumors either...well, I knew of a few confirmed sites of historical relevance, but nothing concrete. This is all new to us...and these are supposedly our ancestors." 
"Did you just apologize for Sith ignorance?" Voldon asked with genuine surprise, prompting Jungze to laugh as they found themselves on the ground level. 
"Not Sith ignorance, darling. Other's ignorance. A genuine Sith sheds herself of ignorance long before they can ascend to true power...or himself." She looked at Roan with a grin before they emerged outside, the sun(or suns?) shining in full strength, melting some of the frost that had greeted them. In place of the frosty atmosphere was a familiar figure standing near the base of the steps leading up to where the group stood. 
"Bracknell..." Yerbol gripped his saber tightly in one hand. 
"Varian! How wonderful to see you." Jungze had her saber already activated, her feet firmly planted on the ground, Voldon following suit just as four eerily similar figures shimmered into existence, two flanking both his left and right sides respectively. 
"Ari, it's the same projection..." All four of the red skinned projections smiled maliciously, chin tendrils vibrating as they simultaneously withdrew their sabers. 
"That's all you came with, Bracknell? You have an army at your disposal and you summon projections?" Voldon snickered in derision. 
"Going to have to do better than that if you want to intimidate me."