He had forgotten completely about their canine companions until Ari mentioned her desire to have them as back up, which would have indeed been helpful and would have MAYBE gotten him less of a talking to by his spunky wife. He would worry about the ramifications of his dumb decision on their relationship later, seeing as the Justicar's trigger fingers were getting far too close to letting loose a volley of blaster fire that would more than likely set off a call for more reinforcements. They couldn't afford to start a small-scale assault on contested territory like this, especially with CorSec stretched so thin. They would have to come up with SOME kind of-

A voice dripping with smug confidence bellowed threats from a nearby rooftop, prompting a brief vocal exchange between the Justicars and the voice before shots were exchanged. Yerbol reached for his saber and was ready to ignite it, but it seemed as if the now revealed Sho had intimidated the guards enough for them to slink away in temporary defeat. Yerbol echoed Aria's sentiments:
"Seriously, thank you. Without you I think we would've had to take on the entire Justicar force without back up. That's a frightening scenario."  A brow cocked upward at Sho's mention of the break out being "all over the Holonet". He would've expected Garza to keep this quieter...besides, how could anyone know about a secret Republic prison failing and allowing one of the most dangerous human beings in the galaxy to escape? Junoco hadn't leaked the info, had he? Maybe he would kn-

Right, they were moving. 

As Sho led them past the entrance, Aria reminded him of how lucky they were for Sho to...well, show up. He returned the teasing smirk as he told her:
[i]I think that the Force might have led her here so that she could save you from your husband's dumb idea.[/i] 

The smirk vanished upon Sho's proclamation that they were at Nuly's place. 
"Can't be easy, can it?" Yerbol drew his saber upon seeing the grisly mess that stood in front of them. Nuly's door had been thrown(presumably) wide open, blood spattered in a random scatterplot that stood out as a stark contrast to the other apartment doors that flanked the place. The trio cautiously stepped past the doorway and almost instantly an acrid stench slammed their senses. With a quick survey of the studio style living space, the source was made clear: charred remains lay right at the foot of what was once a bed, the object mirroring the state of it's owner. Taking a more detailed scan of the apartment with his eyes, Yerbol grunted in realization before musing aloud:
"Nothing else looks damaged. If someone used a flamethrower or even a wide dispersal scattergun, there would've been evidence somewhere on the walls." Sho shot the Qyaari an impressed look, asking how he knew anything about munitions, to which he replied with a chuckle:
"I served in the Republic as a 'squadron commander', which was a fancy way of saying they wanted to use the Jedi as soldiers. I learned a WHOLE lot in the field, believe me." Across from the crisp remains was a desk littered with magazines that, when examined by the Champion, were about weaponry, gardening(?) and a datapad. 

Ah. 

"Found a datapad." He turned it on to be greeted by a black screen that only had the words "PASSWORD INPUT" in white letters at the very top. No keypad was visible to input numerical or alphabetical codes, which meant that the thing was probably voice activated. 
"Right. Unless we can replicate his voice, I don't think we can-" A circular object jutted out from beneath a stack of magazines, Yerbol retrieving it and smiled in relief.
"A holocomm unit. If the logs aren't erased, then maybe we can at least figure out what he was up to." Handing the datapad to Aria, he pressed the "playback" button on the side and heard a warbly, distorted voice aggressively point out:
"You shouldn't be using something like this." Another voice, much less distorted, spoke:
"Come on, you know my track record by now." A sigh from the distorted party before it retorted with a question:
"Has it been altered?"
"Yeah, all done. Should be ready to go by tonight. My guys will make sure the drill goes on as scheduled. But ah...that means your people will be there, right?" 
"They will all be disposed of."
"You're sure it won't come to back to me, right? Cause I mean...I can't afford that."
"Your role will be obscured completely. I promise you that." 

Exchanging a worried look with his partner, he pocketed the holocomm unit, telling her:
"We'll have to see if we can trace the origin of the call. Maybe head up to the Tower and..." The same chill that he felt during their exploration of the prison returned, this time infiltrating his veins, blood running frigid, hairs standing on end. 
[i]You feel that, don't you?[/i] 

The door to the apartment slammed shut and three forms emerged from various points in the room, each garbed in jet black armor traced gingerly with red and blue on the shoulders and chest pieces. Each had a saber hilt in their hands, igniting simultaneously. 
"Oooof course." No words were exchanged, but the forms moved in sync with the other, two going for Sho while the third threw their saber at the Champions, hoping to distract them long enough for the initial duo to dispatch Sho. To counter, Yerbol threw up a barrier around Sho and Aria momentarily, ducking the saber as he shouted:
"Keep them off Sho, I'll handle this one!"