Yerbol snorted a chuckle at Aria's overt attempt to calm herself down with dismissive humor, telling her after Revan made his point:
"We'll be fine, Ari. This might even be a bit simpler than normal, right? Rescue operations aren't so bad...right?" He turned to Neta, who had sidled up next to Aria in preparation for their arrival. 
"Sure! Just keep the target alive." She nudged Aria gently with a sparkle that danced across both her eyes. 
"You've kept me upright this long, haven't you? Shouldn't be too difficult to get Meetra with all of us working together." 
"Touchdown in sixty seconds!" Ethan called out, the strain in his voice all too evident. 
"Follow Master Revan's lead when we arrive. He has the most experience regarding the navigation of Zakuul."
"I think your master has the most experience regarding everything involving saving the galaxy. Yeah, we'll follow him." 

"This is weird." 
"What is?"
"This is all mechanized, Yerbol. I mean, yeah, Coruscant has it's machines, but this...this just doesn't feel organic." Yerbol grunted in affirmation as the party made it's way down the wide metallic path, Revan spearheading their navigation as they wound their way around a corner to be greeted by walkways that branched off in several directions. Their visibility was hemmed in by a three buildings that jutted proudly up towards the stratosphere, although based on the caked dirt and rust that was visible on the buildings, they were closer to the foundations than the inhabited (assumption) portion, which more than likely was far above. 
"I've visited the underbelly of Coruscant a couple of times, but this does feel a lot more desolate." While Coruscant featured citizenry going about their shady business and cantinas that loudly proclaimed they were the best place to get intoxicated, this portion of Zakuul featured an ominous silence that was only punctuated by the faint hum of power generators and the party's footsteps resounding against the buildings that surrounded them. 
"Master, the paths diverge quite a bit." The party had come to a full stop now, Yerbol observing how each of the paths seemed to stretch forward and wind down different directions that snaked around the wide foundations of the buildings. The Champion was about to ask Revan where he thought they should go when he felt a sudden burst of energy cascade across his skull, jaw now clenching at the sensation. 
"WHAT..." Ethan gripped the front of his head, groaning in agony. A moment later, the somewhat picturesque view of the sky they had been treated to was blocked by the form of a ship, it's underbelly opening to drop more of the droids the party had initially encountered on Odessa. Same droids, same warped, twisted Force signatures. To think that this empire was built on this kind of Force energy...
"I will deal with these threats! Follow Master Revan to your destination!"
"We just can't leave you here! One of us can stay behind and at least help you out!" 
"HALT IN THE NAME OF ARCANN, ETERNAL EMP-" Yerbol launched his saber at one of the droids, dashing forward to deliver a crushing shoulder slam to the droid adjacent to the one who had been slashed by his saber. 
"Ari, take the apprentices and follow Revan! Ethan and I will help Yuno before rejoining you!" Ethan took his cue from Yerbol, settling into a crouch before twirling mid-air to avoid blaster fire, landing on his feet a couple of feet away from a droid before thrusting it through on his saber. 
"GO!" 

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"Excellent. Keep them occupied for as long as possible, then get them onboard the ship." 
"Lord Arcann-"
"Do not question my orders, Colonel. Follow them." The miniature holographic projection of Colonel Eason disappeared from Arcann's holo-communicator, the wielder of the Eternal Throne glancing over at the stretched out Exile as a smile creased his features. 
"You will get to witness a true expression of the power you sought to suppress, Surik. Be happy." Managing the smallest frown, Meetra spat out with a dose of blood and spittle:
"What you...have planned...will consume you."
"Isn't that the idea, Surik? Consumption rather than suppression?" 
"You..." Her head dropped forward, normally lustrous brunette hair caked with blood and a greenish liquid that seeped down her temples onto the ground. 
"Leading them all here is going to be so much fun, won't it brother?" Vaylin giggled, eyes trained on the steel doors about twenty feet away from they stood with the Exile.