Yerbol stayed silent while the others discussed a possible plan of action, the Champion knowing that Aria was right: both options were risky, but then again, when wasn't something risky on any operation they had taken on? They'd figure it out, especially since they had just started on their journey towards the infamous Malachor system. The Force users and Neta have had to come up with more death defying stunts on shorter time limits. 

It was Kytra's request for meditation that broke Yerbol's spell of quiet. 
"Good thinking, Kytra. Meditation is a tool that we've learned to trust over the years. I'd suggest the same for you, Ethan." A frown briefly creased the boy's features, but it was quickly replaced by the familiar mask of stoicism and a nod before he walked off with Kytra. Yerbol was ready to comment about their apprentice's respective approaches to preparation before Aria engaged in a conversation with Neta, the former bringing up a good point. Why had Neta REALLY join up with the Alliance again? He thought she had made it very clear that she was out of doing perilous jobs for the sake of galactic peace for the rest of her days...although a particular comment Neta made at their wedding almost a year ago suddenly came back to the forefront of his mind. Hadn't she said something about a comeback? Or was he remembering things incorrectly? In either case, he would hear the response from the source after Aria had trailed off in an attempt to goad their pilot into speaking. 
"I ah..." Neta looked down at the pedestal, right hand waving over a green panel that turned off the holographic display. 
"I guess I just couldn't stay away." She looked at the duo with a sad half-smile, the normal sparkle in her near aqua colored eyes noticeably gone. 
"Being on Alderaan with Vivi and Iris was wonderful, almost like a fairy tale...too much like one at times. Even had a prince charming for a few months." She stepped backwards a couple of feet, leaning against the only wall that wasn't blocked by computer terminals or other random bits of technology and shoving her hands into her pockets as she continued at a slightly lower decibel:
"Then it all just ended. My 'prince' got caught in the crossfire of rival gangs fighting over what little turf they had left on Nal Hutta and died on the spot. I thought...I guess I thought that he was going to give me my last piece of normalcy, you know? Hadn't felt that way since Vivi senior was around and to see a second chance at having even a fraction of what I once had get gunned down in a back alley was..." She blew out a sigh, back of her right hand wiping away a sliver of a tear before she continued:
"When I got the news, I was pissed. Furious, even. But after doing some thinking, I realized I wasn't mad JUST because Laird had died, but to know that I couldn't have done anything to stop it, that I was so removed from getting rid of all the gunk in the galaxy, was almost just as maddening. Maybe it was self-righteousness, the Force, I don't know, but right then I KNEW that I couldn't stand by and let anyone else experience that hopeless feeling of any chance of a normal life being taken away from them. So I reached out to Onsu, who I served with back in the days when the Republic and Imperials were at each others throats in the shadows thanks to whatever latest peace treaty had been enacted, and asked if I could be reinstated. He was thrilled, wanted to see me back in action right away. I ah..." She cleared her throat, wiping away yet another tear. 
"I couldn't give him an answer until I talked to my kids, told them how I was feeling as best as I could without confusing them with 'adult' feelings. They were mad, confused, horribly sad that I was leaving, but I think somewhere deep down they knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, that Mom would have to leave again." Her hands curled into tightly clenched fists for a brief moment before they released.
"Onsu was great. Had the kids set up at a boarding school reserved for Alliance ambassadors kids on Alderaan, which, I gotta say, seemed to actually excite the kids a bit. Iris cried when I left, but you know what Vivi said to me? He goes up to me, puts his hand on my hip and channels his best senior impression: 'I know you'll come home, Mom. Just don't leave us waiting for too long.' and then walks off!" A hearty laugh.
"I don't know if I should be proud of him or saddened by the fact that he's shaping up to be a military type just like the two of us were...are." She placed a hand on her forehead, massaging her temples as she continued: 
"So that was, what, a few months ago? Five? I think? Anyway, I ran a few minor operations in the Core Worlds when Onsu told me that I was specifically requested by the Qyaari Council of Elders for an operation just a couple of days ago. He wouldn't tell me what the operation was, but he did tell me that I would be perfect for the job." 
"Something tells me that the Council and Onsu have a good working relationship." Yerbol commented, looking to Aria with a smirk before telling her:
"I think the Council, for all of it's disdain of politics, made a very powerful ally. Either that or Onsu really doesn't like Vice Chancellor Won." Neta chuckled before responding:
"Sweetie, NO ONE likes Won. He's arrogant, entitled, smug and every other synonym that describes a politician; but that also means that he knows how to turn on the charm when he needs to, which would explain why Saresh has him in charge of not just economic operations within the Core worlds, but military operations in some parts of the Outer rim." 
"Sounds like he's running half of the Alliance." 
"Acts like it, too." She shook her head, motioning to the ship.
"Although I can't fault him for his insistence on privatizing our manufacturing. When Coreilla was razed, the Republic lost most of it's ability to manufacture government issue weaponry, ships and armor. Won shifted the focus to the private sector and the quality of our tech shot up. More expensive, but the share that the Hutts decided to give us of their casino profits almost made up for the windfall." A smile had grown slowly on her face before she added:
"Aaand you guys don't care about any of this, do you?"
"Actually, it's fascinating. I'd love to hear more when we're not plunging into a forbidden star system." 
"That's fair. Speaking of, you two want to tell me how we're going get down there?" The Champion pursed his lips, asking for Neta to turn on the map once more before speaking:
"I don't think we'll be able to muster the kind of power we'll need to move debris around the ship. Last time we tried something like this, we had former Jedi Masters and Sith Lords with us to help while in a smaller vessel. Now, it's us and two apprentices in the equivalent of a space yacht. We'll need to use something else." 
"We could..." Neta giggled for a brief second before catching herself.
"Sorry, sorry, the thought of..." She took a deep breath before she added:
"No one has EVER done something like this before, BUT we could attempt a suicide jump."
"A...a what?"
"A suicide jump. I put you four in the shuttle situated just beneath the cockpit and drop you out of the bay JUST as I'm exiting hyperspace. My exit point would be plotted right above the debris field, which is where you'd navigate through the debris and THEN you can attempt your Force navigation trick once you get closer to the stratosphere." Not wanting to ask why the maneuver was called a 'suicide jump', Yerbol inquired:
"Ok, so even IF, IF, we managed to complete a never before done 'suicide jump', how would we get back up to you?" 
"Well...we'll figure that out when we get there, won't we?" Grumbling something incoherent, Yerbol thought for a few moments before looking between his wife and their daring pilot, saying:
"In theory, this could work...much better than charging in with our entire ship." He looked to Aria.
"How do you feel about this?"