Khazna shrugged, it was always the hard way. The seconds ticked by in his head as he ignored the other man’s pointless attempts at a taunt. Khazna had never really had the time or patience for such things. He liked to think he had grown beyond that, though if it was a calculated response by his enemy to throw him off it ultimately failed. It must have never occurred to the so called scientist that a ship fire could easily happen anywhere, laundry cell or not. Ironically it seemed the man’s ignorance had allowed him to guess at the bluff. It mattered little.

 Khazna did take note of the man’s movements, the threads that made up his existence shun brightly beyond the obstructions of the wall. Though there was always his thermal optics in his mask, had this man possessed no threads of life so brilliant in the first place. His words might have also given away his position if Khazna had relied on those senses alone. The intruder was closing in on the entrance it seemed. Khazna raised a gauntlet clad hand and the soldiers went into action. Those further up the hall kept their weapons trained on the door while the two on either side of it readied themselves. The one on the left side of the door pulled and primed a thermal flash grenade for over just a second. While the other held his hand close to the control counsel. The man had never bothered destroying them and sealing the entrance. 
 
The guard punched in a command, then readied his weapon as the door chimed before hissing open. The moment the door split in went the grenade. It was a nonlethal weapon of course, not merely to incapacitate the man, but to spare any damage to the ship as much as possible. The thermal flash would burst in a stunning array of light and with a painful burst of sound further ahead in the center of the room. In such a confined space the bang would be quite unsettling and the low fuse meant there was little chance of it being thrown back in time unless the catcher had super human reflexes. The other guard would attempt to shoot at anyone within once the flash had passed. 

Khazna himself kept his distance for now calmly pulling one of his blades, serenity, free. If the man could not handle a few guards he was not worth his attention.