The pain that accompanied the very last vision was, well, excruciating seemed woefully inadequate. It was akin to what they had experienced all those years before at the destruction of Korriban. The Champion could only grit her teeth against it as the entire ship seemed to splinter with the force that this device emitted, and every bone in her body, perhaps the very fiber of her being, even, was being pulled along for the ride. When she finally snapped back to wakefulness, she felt sick to her stomach and almost fell flat on her face when she tried to stand up again, had Yerbol not wrapped her into his arms until her shaking spine returned to its usual function. She managed to give him a watery smile, determined to push through it all. She'd be damned if she was going to wait back on the ship like a coward while they all threw themselves into potential danger head on. 
“F-Fine…I'm g-good.” she croaked out, fighting down a wave of nausea by clearing her throat as Yerbol helped her to her feet. Chwuq and Taral crowded around her, snuffling worriedly. 
“Boss, sick?”

[i]I promise, I'll be fine. Thank you. I just need a minute to recover, you go, I'll catch up.[/i] She told her husband through their bond, waving the chittering hounds off and taking a shaky step forward. 

Quicksand. Her legs felt like they were wading through quicksand. 

As Yerbol and the apprentices made their way up to the CIC platform. Aria followed more gingerly, flailing around like the most undignified drunkard to ever exist and almost landing face first on the floor a further two times (but thankfully avoiding this by winding her fingers tightly into Chwuq’s offered scruff and letting the Tuk'ata support her weight momentarily) before she managed to regain her faculties enough to join them in the CIC.

“It makes sense…” the Champion nodded, half to herself, as Yerbol and the apprentices examined the maps that they had found, “Why else would they have post-war scans, there's NOTHING out here of value to anyone who wasn't looking for Revan, or anything to do with him.”
“What kind of…Academy would it be, though?” Kytra frowned in confusion. “Why would anyone put an academy on a dead world like this?”
“One way to find out.” Ethan pointed out with a shrug of his own as they looked towards the two older party members. “Looks close enough to get to from here, right?”

If only it had been so simple, as Yerbol was quick to point out moments later. 
“Well, we won't get very far without a nav unit, will we?” Kytra’s nose twitched uneasily. “I'd certainly feel safer with one….”
“Assuming it WORKS.” Aria muttered. “Malachor’s atmosphere is highly electrified,” - as if on queue, another ripple of lightning tore through the sky overhead, the thunder clap sounding moments behind it - “we all saw what happened to the ship on the way down here. It’d likely trash a nav unit in under a minute.”
“Y-Yes, but…we would only need to know we were going in…in the GENERAL right direction, right?” the Selonian pointed out hesitantly, “That is to say… a building of the size that an Academy would have to be, would be visible from a distance, wouldn't it?”
The Champion turned towards the rest of their group, a thoughtful frown creasing her features. 
“Kytra’s theory is a fair one…and we certainly won't get any further standing here and debating ‘what if’s. I think the best option we've got is to use a nav unit to get as decent of a heading as we can and then use THAT to try and find this Academy.” her finger traced along the imaginary pathway between the points “Ship” and “Academy”, following up with, “Though I doubt it'll be a straight line…that would be FAR too simple.”

Aria’s attention directed to Yerbol in particular next, and she prompted some further points for discussion, whilst Ethan and Kytra fiddled with the navigation device they had fished out of their supply packs and tried to calibrate it. “Do you remember Quensu? Even the STAIRS to get to the top were a test, then the ice demons, and that bat...dragon….thing.” she left out the part where she had almost fallen to her death because she hadn't figured out the puzzle, the apprentices didn't need to know THAT. 
“Do you really think there'll be something that complicated in our way?” Kytra sounded wary, but not skeptical of the assessment. Aria could only shrug. 
“If somebody saw fit to build some sort of establishment here, I would guess that they'd want to make sure anyone who found it was worthy of doing so.”
[i]But then, that IS assuming this is a True Sith place, and not something left after they were already gone…[/i] She thought warily, allowing the sentiment to pass through the link she shared with her partner so that he would be aware of it, too.

 They really had no idea what they were walking into. Again. 
But they were older now, too. Wiser. Right? 

Memories of Quensu rushed to the surface again, and the Champion rocked onto the balls of her feet impatiently. All of this back and forth over what to do was making her restless, if only they could just-
“G-Got it!” Ethan grunted several minutes later as the nav unit gave a complimentary beep and allowed him to input the coordinates to the “Academy”. The screen and the information it shared, seemed to flicker with static several times a minute, but it was some kind of direction and that was enough for Aria’s liking. Taral pushed his head into Yerbol’s palm, the Tuk'ata snuffling questioningly as he blinked up at the Champion. 
“Go….there?”

“Stick together.” Aria reminded the youngsters as they backtracked (and, mercifully, she didn't experience any further visions on the way) to find their way back outside again. The group paused as they ducked out of the metal infrastructure to allow Ethan to tap on the glass of the navcomputer’s screen, muttering sour words of encouragement until it spat out a sensible direction which he could point out to the two Champions. 
“It looks like its….that way.”
“Alright. Don't lose sight of each other, if the Force shows you something, speak up, if the dogs start making noises or trying to push you somewhere…listen to them, they can sense things too. They're usually right.”
She felt like she had repeated those very same words a thousand times, Kytra and Ethan were sick of hearing them, she was sure. But the thought of losing their apprentices on the first mission off world with them was more than terrifying. 

Silently, she sent an apology up to her mother for all the times she had rolled her eyes at the woman's pedantic nagging. If this was half of what being a parent was like, she understood it all now…