"God damnit Tor, you realize that this is why you don't get much business by yourself? You freak out most of the human and near human clients away!" He watched out the window as one of the droids on his ships hull began cutting at it. He shot, the glass off course stopped the blast. "TOR! Get those fucking droids off my ship [i]now[/i]. I don't care if you have to use the new Yuuzhan Vong hunters get them off [i]my[/i] ship!" He finished opening a course for them to work their way towards the bridge of the ship. He then cut the said path off so that no-one else could enter their corridor system. In his pissed off state he looked at the emergency vent. He heavily considered doing it, in fact he was really really considering doing it.

So he flicked the switch, all other compartments in the ship were vented into space. Whether it was literally with those in the hangers and near the airlocks or figuratively for those deep in the ship where they only lost life support. Tony turned around to Tor his trench coat swishing around with him as he walked out of the control room and began walking down the corridor. "They're likely going to be setting up defenses along this corridor, though it will take them too long to override my lockout and lock the doors or re pressurize the ship." He turned the corridor and dived back as multiple lance beams from several E-Web turrets bounded down the wall burning the wall at the other end. "Tor, you'll have to be careful you can't take too many of those bolts even with your shields. He stopped for a minute and looked up at a vent. "You uh, claustrophobic?"