"Glad I could be of help!" says Riordan. "He is in the next room."
At your request, he leaves the guards outside.
Ascar is sitting in a sofa in the next room, his wrists securely bound by solid-bar handcuffs. He looks up as you enter.
"Ah, Master Gundark!" he says. "I wondered when you would get here. You must be feeling very pleased."
Kellan stood facing Ascar, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her wounded arm now beyond numb. She studied her adversary quietly, with many layers of the Force, sweeping all anger and frustration from her mind in order to see him clearly.
She did not answer him right away, finding her centre of calm and putting all her emotions in check. His taunts would not reach her.
Ok Marcus and yerss- here is the deal.
Two figures- one most definitely Chion, with a tight grip on the other, who is in a hazmat suit, are on the ramp of a nearby ship you can now see throuigh the smoke. Then, the screeching metallic noise nearby comes to a crescendo, and from a nearby open maintenance lift shaft, Galder and a sabre-armed man you have not seen before come jumping through at VERY high speed, landing heavily on the ground and taking a few moments to get their bearings. Held between them is the Astrolabe.
Kellan didn't budge an inch. "Your senses seem to fail you, Kir Ascar. I harbor no frustration. While the ends in this case may or may not justify the means, tis not for me to decide but to whom I must report. I accept duty with the full knowledge of any number of hazards that a given field mission will carry." She let the Force carry the strength of her convictions. "I am curious, of course, to know why you decided to turn yourself in."