The sith ship would soon land and Darth Devorer and his followers, willing and unwilling, would likely begin their journey to meet the new arrivals, rather than wait for them to approach the temple. It would be the fastest way for him to get off this planet and begin the next stage of his plan, so it seemed likely that this was the approach he would take. There was no real benefit to waiting around for them to come when all they really needed was the ship. Besides, he didn't exactly strike her as the patient type. While they did wait, however, she took the opportunity to calm her mind and try to rest a bit, and rid herself of her emotions so that she could think logically about a possible escape plan.<br/><br/>As it stood now, she thought it unlikely that she would be able to escape before they left the planet. Even if she could, it seemed ill-advised, all things considered. Her best bet would be once they returned to the Sith temple. She would hope that the others made it off this planet in time and maybe, just maybe, they would be able to meet again once they arrived at the temple. If that didn't work, she would have to come up with another plan. For now, however, this would have to do.<br/><br/>She kept a mental eye on the ship that approached the planet, noting that it was making its approach and would soon be landing. She thought that it was likely that they would head out soon and, as she expected, Darth Devorer soon spoke up. "Time to go," he ordered as he turned and began heading to the exit. Aeris sighed internally but followed without hesitation. The sooner they got off the planet, the better. She had to hope that, in the time they had spent waiting, the others had sought a way off this planet. Indeed, she felt that they had moved, heading to the ship she had arrived in. Good. It seemed likely that the others would arrive at their ship first, so they should be able to get away in time.<br/><br/>With this in mind, she followed as they made their way out of the temple and towards the ship that had now landed. It was easier to move now than it had been before, but she could still feel the wear in her muscles. They were tired and well past their limits. She'd past the limits of her body after their first encounter with Darth Devorer and it had only gotten worse since then. Still, she pushed on with no sign of her pain showing on her face.<br/><br/>She remained silent, ignoring the others around her, including Titus, who walked a few feet in front of her. She had nothing to say, nor did she have any particular desire to talk with either of them. The majority of the trek was spent in silence, for which she was grateful. Eventually, they arrived at the ship to find the Sith that had been on-board preparing to make the trek to the temple. They appeared to be trying to contact her over the comms, but they have died long ago, so their attempts were futile.<br/><br/>"You will take me to your Sith temple," he informed the Sith outside of the ship as he approached. "Lord Aeris? Lord Titus?" one of the Sith, a dark-skinned human male questioned, looking between them and then to the unknown man with the strange voice. "Do as he says, if you value your life," Aeris responded in a rather detached tone, making it difficult to gauge her intentions, or how she felt about all of this. The man frowned as he contemplated what to do, but after receiving a glare from Titus, he gave a nod and led them onto the ship.<br/><br/>Once on the ship they were greeted by a female only marginally shorter than Aeris, with pale skin and light hair that was tied in a tight bun on the top of her head. The skin of her face was darkened, telling of her extensive use of the dark side of the Force. Aeris recognized the woman, someone she was never particularly fond of. The woman stood in their way, crossing her arms over her chest. "First, you run away from your assigned task, and now you have the gall to demand that we take your back? You're walking a thin line, Lord Aeris," her arrogance and perceived superiority dipped heavily from her words. Aeris didn't respond, as she had no reason to. The woman was a fool. She was letting her desire to surpass Aeris get the better of her.<br/><br/>Darth Devorer narrowed his eyes at the younger woman and, after reaching out a hand, she floated into the air, holding her throat with her hands, gasping for air. "Insolent child. I don't care about your petty squabbles. You're in my way," he tossed her to the side with a flick of his hand, disgust evident in his voice. "I have no use for fools who don't know their place," and with that he walked further into the ship, this time unimpeded. Aeris tossed a glance at the other woman, who was unconscious, but still breathing, then kept walking. The others that remained scurried out of the way, evidently afraid to suffer the same fate.<br/><br/>Aeris entered the cockpit of the ship and took the pilot's chair, which was now empty. The ship had only just landed, so it didn't take a great deal of time to prep it to leave again. She made the preparations, put in the coordinates, and called the Sith temple to let them know that the ship would be returning sooner than expected, leaving out any particulars that would cause questions. She couldn't have anything impeding their arrival, as this was her best chance of escape. She did take her time, as much as she could without raising suspicion, to give the others time to make it to their ship and get off the planet.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Jax couldn't say he was surprised when Dren chose not to take his hand. He simply shrugged a 'whatever' and moved on. He watched the Jedi carefully, wondering briefly if he would try going after her, even in his condition. Thankfully, he apparently decided against that course of action. After a brief silence, Dren began to say that they needed to figure out where the were going, but his words died and he fell on his knees. Jax frowned, watching him and wondering what was going on. Was he seeing or hearing something? Or was he injured? He decided it was likely the former. Aeris, perhaps?<br/><br/>Soon Dren asserted that they needed to leave, now, and asked how close their ship was. "Not that far. Closer than yours, I'd guess," he responded as he turned away from the Jedi and, despite his muscles screaming, lifted the still-unconscious Saila into his arms. "Alright. If we need to go, then let's go. I'll lead you to the ship," he responded, gesturing his head towards the entrance. He used the Force to guide him out of the wrecked temple and then, once they were out, he led them to the ship. He wanted to ask Dren what he had seen or heard, but he thought it was something that could be discussed once they were off this planet. If it was as urgent as it seemed, they best not waste a second getting to the ship.<br/><br/>The walk to the ship seemed longer than it had when they had first come to the temple, probably because of how tired his body was, coupled with the added weight of Saila, not that she really weighed that much. The silence didn't help matters, but he wasn't one for filling awkward silences, so he remained quiet until they neared the ship. "So, where is it that we are heading?" he asked, wondering if Dren had a destination in mind. "Also, who is flying?" He asked, deciding that they should get the details ironed out now so that when they got to the ship they could get going as fast as possible.