As Yerbol pointed out the grave state of their numbers, even WITH the help of the three Mystics, Aria couldn't help but carefully nod her agreement. 
“How much difference can they honestly make? These Gormak don't strike me as the type to flee just because of some vaguely threatening mantras shouted at them.” she knew by now, from experience, that there would be SOME way for them to think their way out of the situation, but the Champion had to confess a distinct lack of any solid plans coming into her own thoughts at this precise moment. They didn't have to wait long, the Temple seeming to provide a solution all of its own, yet another explosion propelling the personnel in the room from their feet. Aria tried in vain to find purchase SOMEWHERE to keep her own balance, instead finding herself privy to some rather unattractive flailing of her limbs before finally grabbing onto an outcropping in one of the support pillars and dragging herself to her feet again. The entrance to the Temple was barred by a floor to ceiling column of solid debris as large as a full grown man in width, halting the terrible procession of the Gormak offenders. Aria shook her head in disorientation, having to blink a couple of times to ensure that the spectral shapes which appeared next were in fact there, tearing through the group of assailants with a vengeance right before the eyes of both Qyaari and Alliance troopers. 

Their relief at the impending victory was cut through, however, by an indignant protest from the newly awoken Mystics, who stood in procession behind them and glaring severely at the newcomers to the Temple as they demanded an explanation. 
“E-Er...I'm sorry…?” Like Yerbol, Aria fumbled for words, at a loss for any words to explain something that she didn't understand herself. Luckily, it seemed Cheriss was able to shed some light onto the Champion’s and Voss’ confusion. 
“The Temple Guardians. Spirits of long-dead Voss Mystics, bound to the Temple building and assigned to protect it in...what was your wording? “Times of dire need”?” the Elder’s head cocked pointedly towards the petulant Mystics, arms spreading outwards to indicate the destruction around them. “I think THIS can be considered a grave enough emergency, no?” the Voss shrank back, perturbed, but seemed to exchange glances and contemplate Cheriss’ point as the Dathomirian gave a heavy sigh. “I apologise for the intrusion to your Temple, Mystics, but I fear if my fellow Elder had not awakened them we very well may have lost the Temple altogether.” 
Much of the structure appeared to have already been compromised by the use of the rocket launchers before the spectral army had cleared the attacking forces, however with some time and care the outer walls and foundations could be patched up. Cheriss moved quickly amongst the Alliance commandos, issuing instructions for them to salvage what they could and to arrange for further help to be sent when possible. Aria found her own attention focused on the collapsed pillar in the center of the room, slowly processing Cheriss’ words and reaching a conclusion about what they meant. 
“Voldon...sent them to help us?” she asked, trailing after the Dathomirian as she walked, though the Champion’s limbs felt weighted down with durasteel and she stumbled once or twice trying to keep up with the taller Force user’s strides. 
“Yes.” Cheriss’ answer was simple, her attention focused on anything else but acknowledging the lack of the other Elder’s presence in the room. 
“Is he…?” Aria trailed off, swallowing hard. “The tunnels, there are other ways out, right?” 
The Elder did not reply immediately and Aria’s heart sank into her gut. “Ch-Cheriss?” 

Cheriss froze then and turned her head, and the Champion was almost certain she saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes before she closed them in an attempt to disguise it. 
“Voldon knew what he was doing, Aria. It was his decision to make.”

“S-So he’s just...gone?” the words stuck uncomfortably in the Champion’s throat, forcing her to swallow again, twisting her fingers restlessly through themselves as her subconscious tried to occupy her racing thoughts with physical movement. 
“I’m afraid so.” 
“What now?” perhaps what was most concerning, was the near-certainty Aria felt, in that none of the remaining Qyaari could be sure. Without the former Battlemaster at their head, what were the Qyaari? Voldon had been the anchor that held them together, reminding them of their true purpose and always ensuring that they kept on track, even as it seemed every other force in the galaxy was trying to tear them apart....
“Regroup, assess damages....” Cheriss lifted her head from its bowed position with a heaved sigh. “Make sure Voss is stable enough for us to make our return to Zinuthra so that we can join the others and track down whatever Faceless squadrons Manus deployed before he came here.” the corners of the Elder’s mouth twitched in a very, very faint smile. “At least we are assured one thing, without Manus and Jean dead, they are no longer a threat; whatever’s left of the Faceless is most likely nothing but confused younglings. We should try to round them up, if we can.” 

What they would do with said captured Faceless after that fact, however, it was clear even Cheriss had no idea. Aria didn’t have the heart to voice her doubts of the plan, after everything that had just happened it provided a minute amount of comfort to have a goal to focus on...instead, she gave a nod of confirmation and shuffled back towards her partner, reaching out a shaking hand to touch his forearm lightly. 
But as Yerbol raised his gaze to hers, Aria found herself forgetting what she had planned to say to him.