You cannot sense anyone living within the tower. These Cultists were brutal; every corpse possesses multiple blaster wounds, mostly to the stomach and chest. Deliberately more painful than an execution by headshot.
Down below, you are met by Sky and Sunda. Sky has some burns from a rocket launcher strike, but Sunda is fine. He has been shaken by the deaths of trained officers around him and looks somewhat pale.
Sunda asks if you are alright, but says nothing more.
"I lost five men to those rockets," Gabriel says, "and more are wounded. The sniper fire did little, not with Sky playing bodyguard. It wouldn't have happened if we had been prepared, but how could that have been predicted? Not even you saw it coming until just seconds before... but that's not important. I want to know who they are and how they got there. Which is what our prisoner is for."
He tasks Valru with securing the bodies up in the tower for identification, while Sky is assisting the wounded officers with medical aid.
"Agreed."
Then I will take Sunda aside.
"Being shaken at death is nothing to be ashamed at. Be afraid of death, be afraid to cause it. That doesn't make us Jedi, it makes us People. I regret every life I take, but I do it to save more people. It is unfortunate but a nessesity. Your feelings are proper. But do not let them control you. Recognize them, know their importance, and then release them."
"Precisly. And my first kill... Well, it was a long time ago, when I was a Padawan. My master and I were settling a land dispute on a farming moon. A labor strike had shut down the agricultural production for the whole system, and they were turning violent. We were there mediating the dispute, and one of the workers pulled a knife on my master. I didn't think about it at all. All of a sudden my lightsaber was in my hands, and I had struck him down. It was very frightening, but you have to learn to deal with these things. And well it turns out he was working for the Hutts, and there is a whole other story there. But for another time. We need to figure out what is going on here."
"Yes, Master," Sunda says. He is still very shaken, but your story has comforted him immensely despite what has transpired. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
A question to consider. Also, what do you intend to do? You have over ten dead Cultists and a single live one. There is also evidence to be gathered on just what happened here.