Zeven nodded when Ozrick words came through the comm,"Alright, I'm on my way." He put it away and pulled his hood over his head. Stepping into the lift, he pulled out his lightsaber. _Will I actually have to use this..._ He looked down at his weapon. _I must lives are at stake._ He pulled his comm back out and tried to reach the delegates, but his comm wouldn't reach them. static came through instead of their voices. "This can't be good," he said as he put the commlink away again. The lift started to slow to a stop. Zeven activated his lightsaber as the doors opened then stepped out of the lift.

The turbolift made short work of the distance between the dock and Red Sector. It barely gave him enough time the check his blaster and saber. Granted it was only a training saber so it would be hard kill anyone, but it could still deflect a blaster bolt and your average thug wouldn't know the difference. Though Ozrick doubted these were you're average thugs. So when the lift doors opened on Red Sector he kept his blaster firmly in hand and his saber at his hip. He couldn't help but feel both were in adequate when he sized up the small arsenal Cassandra was carrying. Most of the lifts opened to the same platform so he soon saw young Zevan standing there with his saber. Ozrick calmly lifted his comm-link out of his pocket and lowered his blaster before speaking, "I'm Ozrick, this is Cassandra, are you the one who answered my broadcast?"

Zeven tensed and had raised his lightsaber when Ozrick and Cassandra had appeared out of their turbolift. Though he relaxed when Ozrick identified who the both of them were, Zeven felt a little intimidated by Cassandra's arsenal and armor. He nodded to the both of them then said, "I believe so, my name is Zeven Ron." He lowered his lightsaber then looked both of them over for a moment. Seeing Ozrick's blaster made him remember that he had forgotten his on the delegate's ship. "I tried to contact the group of people I cam with, but couldn't get anything through. Have you had the same problems?" Zeven was a little uneasy talking to these two new people, but tried his best to ignore this feeling. Through his small connection to the force, he felt nothing distrustful with the both of them as he slowly moved towards them.

"My people received their orders before I left." Cassandra replied, stepping out of the lift and immediately taking stock of the situation. "Alright, now where is the threat to the safety of my charge?" She asked, already doing the best she could to scan for signs of anything that might give them a hint as to where the bomb might be. Her heavy blaster was ready and she took a position where if the Jedi tried something she would have plenty of time to react. "As for my trust of you, that's not a job requirement kid. You don't become a commando by trusting people. You say you have intel that, if ignored, could lead to the death of my VIP. My duty is to investigate your claims, and make sure to cover my tracks well enough that an incident doesn't occur if you or anyone else tries anything."

" Just give me a second," Ozrick said as he took a deep breath and reached out with the force. It didn't even take him a second to locate where disturbance that gave him the vision originated from. "There," Ozrick announced confidently doing at a door leading to the left. "And I'm willing to bet that also leads us to the chambers closet to the assembly." Ozrick lead the way down the twisting halls, following his senses when he came to junctions. As he rounded one last corner he spoke again, "I sense we are getting close be-" suddenly he ducked on instinct and a blaster bolt struck where his head have been, "READY!" He screamed as he scrambled for cover while blindly laying down suppressing fire.