Yerbol quickly made an executive decision to tackle one of the armored thugs and the Faceless boy standing next to him, Kartan joining in on the fracas alongside. The Hutt gangster attempted to keep his distance while firing potshots from a few meters away with a blaster rifle, which made things much more difficult than they had to be. The Faceless boy was just like all the others: raw, inexperienced and chock full of unbalanced rage that permeated his movements. While dodging the bolts as best they could, both former Master and Padawan dispatched of the Faceless easily before turning their attention to the heavily armored would-be assailant. A wide eyed stare of panic would be the last expressing he wore, Yerbol throwing his saber at just the right angle to where it twirled through the air, one hilt slicing the Sun's head clean off. Once the saber returned, it didn't take very long to clean up the rest of the field, including throwing a chunk of rubble in the way of one departing Faceless who thought it would be better to run away from the situation. 

Kids. 

When the girl stood up and refused to speak, Aria made a good point. It took heavy coercion(borderline torture) to make their first Faceless captive talk. Manus had them either trained very well or scared so much that they would rather die or get captured at the hands of their anointed enemies rather than get into Manus' clutches again. With the philosophy of "living weaponry" that Manus purported, it made sense that he would see any who didn't achieve his purpose as "defective" and dispose of them as such. That thought was what spurred him to tell his partner: 
[i]I don't know if trust is something that she'll be able to muster right this second. I say we try to pry the information out of her for a couple minutes more, but then take her captive and keep moving for the well-being of all the others.[/i]

When Aria mentioned protection, the girl shook her head violently, eyes narrowing. 
"Please! 'Protection'? None of you can protect me or yourselves from what's coming. My Master will destroy everything he chooses like the living extension of the Force he is." Said like a true believer. 
"I don't know what Manus has told you about the Qyaari, but we're very good at thwarting any kind of threat on the galaxy, 'living weapons' included. You come with us and we'll show you that." She cautiously took a step back. 
"No. No, I won't go with you. I'll make sure that the Force that flows me through takes down as many of you before I die!" Lightning crackled from her fingertips, but her electrical act was short-lived as Kartan thrust his right arm forward, palm towards her face. A moment later, she crumpled to the ground, the only indication of survival that of her chest gently rising and falling. 
"What was...?" Yerbol's jaw hung open slightly as he turned to face the former Master, who said with a mischievous smirk:
"Remember? A lot more." 

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Yaim and a few of the others bound their Faceless captive as tightly as they could with polymer based rope, stripping her of her armor and replacing it with plain clothes(the young ladies in the group did this in private, of course. Modesty had to be upheld, even in captivity.) Without her armor and saber, she would hopefully be motivated enough to not try and make a run for it the moment she woke up from Kartan's Force martial arts strike. While the youngsters bound their new captive, Kartan, Vaerth, Viqi and the Champions stood in a tent near the landing pad. They surrounded a rusty circular pedestal that served as an ancient but working holo communicator, salvaged apparently by Viqi and Yaim in the derelict palace of a Hutt. 
"Before we get into any kind of posturing, politicking or angry staring contests, let me extend my thanks to you both, Champions. Without your help, I'm sure that we wouldn't have had the kind of success we did today." Yerbol looked from Kartan to his two followers before telling the trio:
"This is the kind of cooperation we want to give you. You don't have to operate on your own any longer." Viqi visibly tensed slightly with no reaction from Vaerth. 
"I'd normally object to your optimism, but the events of today have given me pause about who we're placing our trust in."
"Kartan, you can't be serious..." A glare was issued by the former Master, which made the Zabrack nearly stand at attention. When the glare was over, Kartan's gaze returned to the Champions. 
"Your story seems to match up with what happened today, but I won't make any rushed judgments after the heat of battle. What I will insist on rushing is my decision on what to do with our people here. They're young, inexperienced and have been out on Tattoine for too long. We need to relocate somewhere that Manus wouldn't dare touch or know about. The latter is probably impossible, so the former would work just as well." 
"He was willing to blow up the Shadowlands, so I don't know about his willingness to lay off any location except...well..." He thought about the benefits of sharing this information without Council approval, but decided that the situation called for this revelation.
"We've expanded our outpost on Zinuthra by a lot with the Alliance's help. It's practically a small city now. Your settlement would fit perfectly with what we have." Kartan's lekku vibrated with thought. 
"As bold as Manus has been lately, you know him as a tactician, right? He wouldn't risk open war on the Qyaari homeworld. There you at least would have some kind of stability for the youngsters to enjoy." Another vibration, this time more vehement. 
"Patch me to your Council. Then leave the tent. I'll have Vaerth retrieve you." 

It took an hour before Vaerth retrieved them from their brief repose, the duo entering the tent to find the seated projections of the Council staring intently at Kartan. Voldon's gaze snapped to the Champions as they took their place alongside the former Master. 
"It's been negotiated that we will take Kartan's group into our settlement. Accompany them to the planet, then report back to the Council chambers." As sudden as his commands were, so went the projection. 
"Kartan, wha-"
"A lot of things needed to be said. They were and now we're past them. Hopefully." Whatever discourse occurred between he and the Council would apparently be classified until they could find out further. Curiosity would have to give way to preparations. 
"We're ready to carry out the Council's orders. Show us what you need to do." 
"With pleasure." 

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Several hours of lifting, packing, reassuring and mumbled swearing at how hot it was, supplies were packed into airtight canisters and loaded onto four shuttles. Two of them were older tinny looking vessels that had seen better days seemingly centuries ago, but Viqi and Yaim assured them that they would be able to make the trip and keep up with the two scoured from Coruscant. It was decided that the Champions would take the Faceless captive, who was given a sedative by Yaim in order to make sure she was incapacitated for some of the journey before being put on the shuttle Yerbol and Aria would pilot. It was a smart idea to put her on their shuttle, seeing as if she did try to put up a fight, she'd be in a shuttle with two Sith hounds and two Champions. If that wasn't deterrence enough, then she was either extremely confident in her ability or just stupid. 

Once the flight plan was set and the base completely checked for any remaining parts, the shuttles careened into space, making the jump smoothly on accounts from the other shuttles. They were going to occupy the same space for a longer duration than their trip from Coruscant, so Yerbol kicked his boots off, planting his feet on the dashboard above the instrument panel.
"There was sand in my boots...and sand, I think, on my socks?" To confirm the theory, he shook his right foot, grains flicking onto the dashboard.
"I'm taking a shower when we get back home, Council summons or not." A look of playfulness danced across his eyes as he told his wife quietly:
"Wouldn't mind if you joined." A very annoyed grunt came from Chwuq, who placed her skull on Yerbol's armrest. 
"Fine, fine, I won't any more." He added under his breath:
"Not while you're around anyway." Yerbol was about to ask his partner how she was doing when his eye caught the still form of the Faceless girl. Pity welled up inside of him, asking his partner:
"You think these kids are ever going to have a shot at thinking normally again?"