The other male attacker had come to his debilitated friend's aid, hand open to deliver a vicious palm strike to Yerbol's side, which prompted most of the breath Yerbol had just inhaled to forcefully sputter out, his ribs protesting at the sudden trauma. To avoid another strike, he jumped backwards, twisting himself to face his new opponent and allowing a chance to regain his footing, which was becoming increasingly difficult as the rain was creating a mucky battlefield. 
"KILL!" Yerbol quickly rolled right to dodge a blast of Force energy from the attacker's palm, deflecting another gust before dashing right and connecting with a solid slam of his hilt into the creature's shoulder, throwing his left leg forward to use momentum and have his bloodthirsty opponent land face first into the slimy earth. Not hesitating, he thrust his saber downward into the upper back, twisting to ensure that he had gotten the heart(or at least, he assumed that was where his heart was). A muted gurgle could be heard, body convulsing before it was still. 
"YOU WILL NEVER STOP US!" The crippled one claimed, eyes wide with murderous triumph. 
"That's a bold assumption." Yerbol strolled calmly to the creature, who was attempting to slither away without the help of his detached feet, wiping away blood that had spattered from his mouth onto his chin. 
"SITH WILL DIE! ALL SITH!" 
"You obviously haven't kept up with current events. The Sith are long gone." 
"LIES! ALWAYS LIES!" Spittle and blood intermingled with rain as he continued to shout:
"DEATH! ALWAYS DEATH! PAY FOR ALL...ALL YOU HAVE DONE!" Yerbol leered down at the obviously insane figure before shaking his head. They would have to get answers from Renso. Quickly he dispatched the downed enemy in the same way as his fellow assailant, looking over to Aria, who looked a few shades paler than she had when they arrived. 
"Never heard anything better in my life." 

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After getting out of the atmosphere and into the comforting smoothness of vacuum, Yerbol took an opportunity to get cleaned up, wincing all the way through showering and changing due to the slowly growing purplish blue bruising on the side of his rib cage. Commenting on the source of the bruise to Aria upon returning to the cockpit:
"They hit harder than anyone I've ever faced before. That includes even you." A half smirk played upon his lips before it disappeared as quickly as it came. 
"So obviously they were crazed and obviously they were remnants of the past like Renso, but unlike Renso, they were very much alive." He leaned into the chair, watching the nav panel as the ship slowly made it's way to Nuncata. 
"Which begs the quest-, no, which begs MULTIPLE questions like: who are they? Why do they have such anger held for the Sith? How are they alive AND does that mean Renso is still alive as well? Because according to the records your dad pieced together, the True Sith died off nearly two thousand years ago...or at least, that's what he could find." He laughed slightly. 
"But even he, in all his wisdom, told us that those dates could be off. I remember that bothered him. A lot. Not being able to figure it all out, EVEN THOUGH he was singlehandedly responsible for figuring out Bracknell's true agenda." A knowing look was cast his lover's way, taking her hand in his and squeezing it gently, silence passing between them for a few moments before the Tuk'ata nearly tripped over each other, invading the cockpit and professing in all sorts of ways that the moon was still a dangerous place. 
"We're aware, guys." A derisive snort, then Chwuq headbutted Yerbol's seat, uttering:
"Powerrrr...much...bad."
"Power isn't ALL bad." 
"Bad." Chwuq insisted with another headbutt. 
"Well, you can say it's bad, but we're going whether you want us to or not." Both Tuk'ata growled in a low, throaty manner, but backed away from the cockpit. 
"At least we know they love us, right? In their own protective, grumpy way." The nav panel chirped twice, indicating that they'd be entering the mysterious moon's atmosphere in a few minutes.
"Want a chance to clean up? I can get us down on the ground just fine...and I'll shout if I need help." 

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The topographic scanner displayed a number of overlapping circles and flat squiggles, which correlated with the flat, swampy land that was visible at low enough altitude. The higher altitudes were coated in thick, heavy clouds that mirrored the apparent griminess of the ground beneath. 
"Right...so if I were a dead True Sith Master, where would I be hiding?" Yerbol mused, finding no remarkable rock formations or ruins that would give him a remote clue as to the location of their soon to be host. It took about fifteen minutes of searching before his voice filled their minds:

[i]The memorial tombs. Stone columns jutting up from an enclosed garden. Hurry.[/i]

More searching revealed stone pillars that stood out blatantly from the bland, grey environs they were embedded in. The pillars were directly in front of a cavernous opening that, once they landed, sloped downward into a yawning chasm filled with darkness. Chunks of stone and marble littered the area around the opening along with bleached bone fragments, a few skulls visible right in front of the cave.
"Charming." He commented flatly, standing up and taking in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. 
"Let's meet our host, shall we?"