The excitement of knowing that she was on the same page as he was kept him for a short while after his partner had fallen asleep, but eventually his eyes closed, his mind stopped racing with possibilities and he found himself in a deep slumber tha-

[i]It was bleak, desolate. He had seen landscapes like it before, but he knew it was different. 

Glaciers were melting. No, not melting, but there was heat. Circular red dots staring out from the mounds of ice that were slowly becoming a morbid shade of blue. Blackness enveloped the sky. Screams...so many screams...lurching forward, clawing for her, make sure she's safe.

But he knew no one was. No one would be.

Maniacal laughter. Bouncing off glaciers, ripping his spine in half, knees slamming to the tundra below.

You are the only ones that can. Come and find me, before it’s too late...they are coming. [/i]

He sat up violently, eyes wide, breath coming in short, frightened gasps, just like Korriban, except this...this was a herald. A warning, premonition, whatever one could call a vision that inspired terror and ominous language in one package. Yerbol nodded at her question, his anxiety stabilizing as he felt her touch on his forehead, the two of them beginning to wrap their heads around the sudden vision in the next hour. With so many questions and no immediate answers accessible, Yerbol felt the need to see Voldon and Kira. With Aria supporting the idea, he reached out to the Battlemaster at around six in the morning, whose grumpy facade gave way to worry when he saw the younger duo's panicked(his perception) expressions, exhorting them to meet in his private quarters. Bags packed and Tuk'ata on heightened alert due to their owner's dispositions, they entered the kitchen where both parents sat over their morning beverages. 
"Well, this is unexpected." Vol said with an amused smile, rising with Tabitha, who asked:
"Where are you two headed?" Yerbol exchanged a quick glance with Aria, understanding passing between the two. They couldn't tell his parents. Needed to come up with something. 
"Well..." Ah ha! 
"We've been wanting to check on the Sanctuary cities for a while now. Not very intense labor at all, just simple reunions and check-ups."
"Mmmhmm." Tabitha looked to her husband with a twinkle in her eye before saying:
"It's ok to say that you're tired of us."
"No, no, it's not that!" Yerbol drew closer to his parents, a sad smile forming.
"I've missed you guys so much and it's been...it's been so wonderful to be able to spend time with you both again, but..." He shook his head, the smile growing.
"Duty calls, right?" Tabitha and Vol both nodded, drawing their son into a mutual embrace, the former kissing her son on the cheek.
"Be careful out there, honey." She gripped her son's hand tightly. 
"And come see us again sooner than ten years, eh?" Vol quipped, both parents going to hug Aria and tell her similar words of encouragement, Vol proclaiming:
"I'm going to miss my exploration partner! We'll have to do some more of that when you come back." He gave her a wink after their hug, telling her quietly:
"Take care of my boy. Please." 

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After some more goodbyes, they took a shuttle(many of these were now up and running thanks to generous monies and laborers provided by the Alliance) to the Sanctuary, all the while attempting to console the other poor souls on board that the Tuk'ata wouldn't rip their hearts out of their chests. Thankfully the trip was a short one and within half an hour, they were at the bustling construction site, passing by the temporary shelters and half finished structures before entering the only finished building at the very rear of the settlement. It was a two-story rectangular shaped barracks, complete with individual quarters for those Force users who needed them. There were already a handful of Force users on site, some of which the duo had met with previously and gotten to know on a superficial level. None were in the common area that greeted those who entered, Yerbol silently thankful for not having to interact with anyone, the duo taking a flight of stairs to the right which led to Voldon and Kira's quarters. Before he could raise a hand to knock, Voldon opened the door, his normally tanned skin two shades darker, eyes lively and alert. He motioned them in, shutting the door behind them.
"Sit." He commanded flatly, pointing at four overstuffed chairs, one of which was occupied by Kira.
"Stop being so grumpy, big guy. It's not THAT early." Kira said with a smirk, waving at the duo as they sat, brushing some loose strands of dark red locks away from her forehead. Voldon refused to comment, instead placing himself across from the younger couple.
"What troubles you?" 

They shared the vision the best they could, although Yerbol found it difficult to express every single aspect of what they felt. Thankfully, Ari made up for his lack of terminology. After proposing their theory about Renso, Voldon quickly responded:
"I don't like sending you out there by yourselves. I would wait on another vision before going."
"But what if they don't go now? You of all people should know what it's like to get nasty visions from someone long gone." Voldon grimaced.
"True." He looked at the pair with wary eyes. 
"You're sure this is the same presence that contacted you before, that said you bonded with him? We don't know if Bracknell conjured Renso as a red herring." 
"Fairly sure. It's hard to verbalize, but we know Renso is out there somewhere. He's real. Very real." Silence pervaded the room for a few moments. 
"The rest of the Council will hear of this from me. Check in with Aliel, Matt and Cheriss on Zinuthra. I'm sure they'll want to know what's going on...and I'm also certain they'll want to tell you about our plans themselves."
"Plans?"
"They were the ones to come up with it. They should be the ones to tell you. I'll holo-call in when you get there."