"I am willing to help. For the rest... I will consider the possibility."

"That is all we can ask." The memory collapses.

Ellayania withdraws her hand.

It's been perhaps three seconds.

Glint grins at Ellayania.

Then, to Occlus: "So, any questions for me?"

"Do you trust her to have provided a complete story?"

"Yeah! She's awesome with stories. And everything. But especially stories."

"Then no."

"Alright!" She hums, smiling. "Do you guys want our help with anything?"

"Let's us see how clearing up your problems goes before committing to extradimensional trouble here."

"The others would appreciate that, I suspect."

"I shall want to collect a few trinkets from my archives before leaving."

"Of course. We can wait, or I can teleport people around given a description or image of where I'm going."

"A teleport would be most efficient. It is within my wing of the Citadel on Dromund Kaas."

And they're both there.

Automated turrets unfold from the ceiling and floor to lock onto them.

"Guest protocol," Occlus says before they can fire, and they retract.

Glint is fascinated by the technology.

"That's so cool. How smart are they?"

"This installation is guided by a human-equivalent intelligence, which is uncommon. Most droids are considered sub-sapient."

"Hello!" Glint says to the ceiling. Then, to Occlus: "Are they actually not sapient or are people just being dumb about them being sapient?"

"Mostly the former, though I'm sure the latter comes into play with the edge cases."

"I can probably figure out how to tell, minds are minds and all minds have their madnesses. Or I could just be kooky and treat them all like people."

"As you like."

Occlus enters a code on the pad by the door and presents her hand for a bioscan. The door slides open with a hiss. "I must ask that you not touch anything, Prince of Madness or no."

"I'll keep all appendages to myself."

Further in, the archives are something of a maze, with not-entirely-Euclidean geometry, or so it seems. Occlus offhandedly comments on each room as they pass, reliquaries of this Lord or that, miscellanea from Ziost or Yavin or Berest. It's clear she knows exactly where everything is, its provenance and purpose.

She picks up a few talismans and trinkets, secreting them away in her robes, then pronounces herself done and leads the way back out.

Glint's attentive and curious about everything, and keeps to her promise not to touch anything.

"Teleport back to where we were cool?"

"I should leave instructions while we are here. One moment."

She steps to the side and pulls out her datapad to make a call. She speaks with someone she calls Lord Sicaria, letting her know she will be departing on a personal project and that she should continue to manage operations. A few minor logistical issues are ironed out, and Occlus ends the call and nods at Glint.