-A few minutes earlier-

"Access codes?" Neta scanned the terminal, noting that there were panels underneath each individual screen for probable maintenance. Tuning out the repeated request for non-existent codes, Neta squatted down before jamming her miniature vibroblade into a thin sliver of space that ran between the terminal she was trying to access and the adjacent one. With a couple of grunts and exerting pressure, the panel popped off, revealing a web of wires that snaked in every direction. Her eyes narrowed, summoning whatever knowledge she had about terminal systems to the fore of her mind.
"These wires head towards...the power...circuit..." Using her blade, she severed a few of the wires. noting that most of the terminals on this row went dark. 
"Right, so this..." With a few more cuts, all the terminals on the bridge minus the one she was trying to access and the one on the center pedestal were dark, which bought her some time in case she had some unexpected visitors who tried to activate any defense systems. With that out of the way, she chewed on her lower lip, looking to the center console before turning back to her own terminal. 
"Gotta be a way to get past needing codes." Just then, she heard Kytra's high-pitched screaming, the Selonian managing to stumble onto the darkened bridge. 
"Kytra, here!" She waved Kytra over and got a very jumbled report on the happenings below, Neta touching the girl on her upper arm and squeezing gently before telling her:
"Not all the details now, honey. All you and I have to focus on is getting us all out of here safely." More chewing on her lower lip as she turned to the terminals. They had no time to find access codes nor try to decipher a way past them. At this point, their best option would be to...

Bantha in a karkin well. 

She spun on her heel to Kytra, telling her:
"The ship hasn't left dock yet, see?" She pointed out the viewport, where Zakuul was still visible. 
"The arrogant sons of Banthas didn't think we would survive long enough to set a contingency plan, but they left some of their munitions on board. There's an armory with just enough munitions to cause the life support systems on the ship to activate. We're planting charges in the bridge and the barracks, then setting them off. That should be cause for the ships A.I. to unlock all doors for evac and that's where we get off this hunk of metal and scurry back to our own transport." Not wanting to trip any silent alarms or defense mechanisms, she resisted the urge to shoot at the central terminal, instead telling Kytra:
"Come on; we have a ship to sabotage." 

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Ethan had braced for his inevitable death, but was saved by a well-timed saber throw and rush by Revan, who engaged the revamped Arcann in a series of strikes that were almost invisible. The power that Revan wielded was incalculable, awe-inspiring...
"Ethan..." Right, Yerbol. 
"You alright, Yerbol?" The Champion shook his head, eyes fluttering as he looked around, the normal sparkle in his aqua colored eyes reduced to a faint ember that threatened to be stomped out. 
"We need to go..." He muttered, collapsing against the wall, head back. 
"Yerbol? What happened? What's..." The apprentice grabbed Yerbol's right shoulder and attempted to help straighten him up, Aria coming alongside and assisting in the endeavor, imploring them to leave. 
"Ari...Ari I can't hear you." The Champion looked to his spouse, mouth slightly ajar.
"I can't...can't hear you. You're so far. You're all so far...far..." His eyes half-closed, stumbling forward. Ethan managed to catch him, slinging Yerbol's right arm over his shoulders.
"Believe me, I want to get out of here, but the doors! It would take hours to cut through them even with a saber and-" A screeching alarm shot through the ship, metallic commands issuing from the ceiling as the ship rocked violently:
"An emergency has been detected. Please vacate to the nearest emergency shuttle and await further instructions." Suddenly, the doors that once held them prisoner slid open quietly, revealing their path off the ship. 

Arcann twirled his saber to block another blow, locking sabers with Revan as the crimson eye that stared the legend down mocked him, a snicker coming followed by a challenge:
"You came all this way to defeat me, Revan, yet even my son's weak frame is able to provide more than enough of a challenge for you." Arcann spun to his right, swinging at Revan's feet before rolling backward, smile creasing the visible cheek. 
"Meetra's power is just the beginning, Revan. Soon you too will fuel the apex of my powers." A grimace replaced the smile as a siren blared through the ship. 
"A meaningless distraction." Just then, the ship rocked to one side, the unexpected turbulence causing Arcann to falter in his stance for a millisecond, which would have given Revan a split second to take advantage of his enemy's weakness. 

The woman named Vano was firmly engaged with Arcann's partner, which gave Ethan, Yerbol and Aria a window to escape. 
"Aria, let's move!" He began to head towards the exit, Yerbol's limp body in tow. 

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After setting off the appropriate charges, Neta had led Kytra back to the staging area they had emerged into when they first arrived, blaster cannon in hand that she had found among the grenades. 
"Once they round the corner, cover me. I'm gonna keep lobbing shots at the bad guys until the others are clear, then we hightail it." She smirked.
"Pun somewhat intended."