Aria couldn't help but snort slightly in agreement with her husband. "Master Revan is DEFINITELY the most experienced of all of us, I've got no doubt that he knows what he's doing." She couldn't quite match the confidence of Neta's smile, but the Champion did her best. "Thanks Neta, but I think we may have just a few more hurdles to jump through for a Galactic renowned hero than a top-notch pilot like yourself." 

She gladly allowed Revan to take up the lead of the group, keeping pace with Neta just behind him, Kytra not too far behind them with Yuno, Ethan and Yerbol bringing up the rear. 
"I don't like this place either." The shorter Champion agreed, keeping her voice low, "It feels...unnatural." she recalled Yerbol telling her something similar when they'd first encountered a squadron of the droids on arrival. Revan suddenly came to a stop at the place where each walkway converged, brow furrowed deeply in thought. Before anyone could enquire the reason for his halt, however, a wave of...ultrasonic? sound hit the group from one of the Zakuulan ships. Kytra let out a pained shriek, the Selonian dropping her saber to clap her paws protectively over her sensitive ears. Aria barely registered the reaction from her apprentice before the wave and the residual headache from Yerbol through their bond hit her simultaneously, the Champion hissing through her teeth as she fell onto one knee, the impact jarring through her bones for a solid half minute before she managed to scramble to her feet again.

She glimpsed Revan exchanging a glance with his apprentice, perhaps some silent exchange passing between them, before the older man dipped his head in a nod and bolted off down the left-hand pathway. Kytra and Neta quickly followed Yerbol's instruction and took off after Revan once they regained their faculties. Aria hesitated for a moment, a stab of panic twisting her gut as she remembered what had happened to her husband the last time they'd separated during a fight. The rock fall and that awful woman's smile flashed in the Champion's mind's eye for a brief moment before she forced it back down and met Yerbol's gaze for long enough to mutter. 
"You come back to me." 

She didn't have time to wait  for Yerbol's answer before she had to run after the others to catch up to them. Most of the droids were held up with the trio that had stayed behind, but a few stragglers had managed to give chase and Aria and Revan both had to launch a saber each to cut them down before they reached them, so they wouldn't have to slow their pace. 
"We're close!" Revan grunted as he kicked a chassis out of his path and over the edge of the walkway, his eyes scanning the doorways ahead before they locked onto the middle one. "There!"
He ran towards the barrier he'd indicated, with Kytra and Aria close behind whilst Neta hung back slightly. The two Qyaari took up positions on either side of Revan, sabers at the ready and angling themselves so they could keep a watch on all the walkways for any more droids, to allow Revan to focus all his attention on getting the door open. Aria had truly expected him to use his lightsaber to cut an opening through the steel, as most Force users usually chose to. Revan had apparently decided this would take too long, and instead extended one hand, not unsimilar to the way she had known the Sith to grab hold of a victim before choking the life out of them, though instead he directed all of his power into the frame of the door and frowned as it buckled in on itself and collapsed. 

They appeared to be in some sort of hangar…? Or was this entire section a hangar, since the ships seemed to be able to come and go rather freely, dropping yet more troops to attempt to slow the path of the rescue team before they could get to their destination. Revan appeared to have no interest whatsoever in stopping and or turning back, throwing his saber in another arc to take out the contingent that made their way towards their little group. Before he could get too far ahead, however, a squadron of armoured individuals wielding some sort of odd weapon that appeared to be a combination of a lightsaber and a...pike? rushed out from a side door and began to encircle the group. 
"Who're THEY?!" Kytra hissed, baring her teeth at the newcomers. Aria rushed forward to cover Revan whilst Kytra remained with Neta, the pilot taking a series of pot-shots at them to lay down some cover fire for the Force users.  
"Knights of Zakuul!" Revan yelled over his shoulder, "Arcann and Vaylin's personal security force, we're getting close!" 

Aria clashed blades with one who tried to lunge for Revan while he was preoccupied with some of the others, watching the Knight reel backwards in alarm as her lightning leapt across her blade and onto his. Without a second thought, she ran him through and turned to attack the next one, having to strafe to one side to avoid his parry, and ending up almost back to back with Revan. 
"That ship, up there." She heard him mutter, risking a glance over her shoulder Aria located it and nodded in understanding. 

Something about this didn't feel right. Aria couldn't put into words WHAT it was, but the way the Knights kept attacking and retreating every few moments had unsettled the Champion. It was almost as if…
"They're herding us!" Neta's warning put the feeling in her gut into words. Shit, they were in trouble. 

Revan had seen an opening in the Knight's ranks, making a dash for it, he darted past them and up the empty (or so it seemed) loading ramp before Aria could warn him otherwise.
"Revan-!!" She tried, but the only response that was hollered back at her was an angry.
"I'M NOT LEAVING HER, NOT AGAIN!!" 
Whatever trap he was about to walk into, Aria had a feeling that he might need her help.
"Stay here and wait for Yerbol and the others!" She ordered her apprentice and Neta, taking off after the older Force user.
"But Master!" 
"KYTRA, STAY!" Aria hollered, taking a Force-propelled run towards the ship before it could try and take off. The Champion had to take a running leap and use the platform below it as a springboard, but she managed to combat roll into the ship and pick herself up, albeit gasping to catch her breath, to try and catch up to Revan as he frantically searched through the ship's corridors for the Exile.