Their mishap in the depopulated jungle confirmed two things for the Knight: he was grateful for having someone as powerful as Roan around to help them(albeit in the most grumpy manner possible) and the bond between he and Aria had grown stronger. He could feel her anxiety wrap around his mind, prompting him to act, to end the lives of the threatening felines and protect her no matter what the cost. Then again, SOME of that might have just been his own instinct kicking in. No way was he going to let something happen to her. They had gotten this far together and he would do everything in his power to ensure that they both made it out of this galactic nightmare in one piece. When the threat disappeared and they made their final approach, the Knight had a premonition that Roan could feel some of what he had, but the Sith Lord made no hint of it...until an icy glare was thrown his way before their entrance to the construct. It wasn't just enmity he felt in the gesture, but also a severe warning. Roan had alluded to their bond on Nar Shaddaa, but maybe he didn't realize just how strong was it until the same moment Yerbol did...or maybe Roan DID know and was trying not to stress the importance of Yerbol in Aria's life, which colluded with-
Aria's soft question about his well-being snapped him out of conjecturing, Yerbol patting his friend on the shoulder with an amused smile.
"No. No, you didn't. I just think that you wanted to rely on my strapping muscles to get you out of a dangerous situation." He nudged her with his elbow teasingly as they stepped into the center of the musty, square shaped room, his eyes drawing towards the terminal, then the stairs. No metal was employed in the construction of the edifice, stones and mortar being the chief materials that were used. When Yerbol made his way to the terminal, he spotted glimmering flecks in the floor and walls.
"Built maybe from rocks hewed out from those mountains of crystals? Or crystal-looking things." There was a keyboard with symbols that looked loosely like Basic, but there were lines crossing certain letters that didn't belong and other characters that Yerbol didn't understand. He extended his right hand over the keyboard, which then illuminated with a soft light intermingled with hues of green and pink which corresponded to the now brighter flecks. He fumbled with the keys, pressing a few for no immediate result.
"What if..." He pressed his hand on the terminal, channeling the Force energies around him to try and confirm his suspicions. A victorious chuckle came as the walls and floor suddenly came to life with the same color scheme as the terminal, reviving the drab interior.
"And so the terminal should be working now." On cue, the terminal screen beeped to life, the options read aloud by Yerbol:
"Create, Synthesize or Destroy." He half turned to Aria and added:
"This planet is pretty close to the Sith homeworld, right? Or somewhat in the vicinity from what I remember? That planet was used, from what we saw anyway, for proving one's worth to join the ranks of the Sith. Once proven, we got issued into an archive room where a new initiate would study, probably earn a new blade or something. Sounds familiar, right?" A small chill leaped across his spine as he continued:
"To the Jedi(and I assume the Sith), a lightsaber has to be crafted by it's owner after diligent study and practice. On Tython there were several remote stations where newly initiated Knights would go to meditate and build their custom lightsaber. This planet might be where the Sith became...well, Sith." He pressed the "Create" button in enthusiasm without thinking of the consequences, which made the wall directly opposite the entrance slide away, revealing a rectangular shaped table fashioned with the now unmistakable crystal the mountains were made of. Upon closer inspection, the table had a definitive line down the middle.
"This is spooky." He mumbled, slowly waving his hands apart from one another to split the table in half, a reddish-blue crystal levitating upwards from the unearthed crevice, hovering in mid-air.
"I've never seen a crystal like that before. It's beautiful. Mind-numbingly beautiful."