Tyrell pressed the button on the panel as the door slammed back into place, it wouldn't be easy to move however it wouldn't take forever as he doubted the clones were worried about structural damage with all that they had done with the temple. Dust still occasionally fell from the upper levels. He shuddered to think off the damage that was happening to the temple, however their escape would be simple from now on. It was unlikely that clones were ahead of them in these tunnels, so they only had to worry about being followed. They would work their way down and then out into the undercity of Coruscant, with the billion of inhabitants then it was a simple task of finding a way to blend in and a way off planet.

It sounded simple now, however whether or not it would stay simple was the problem.

He turned to his reptilian friend. "For future reference, I am Tyrell Omi-Ren temple guard, as I feel that it is time to break protocol and inform you off my name." He nodded his head down the tunnel. "If we keep descending through the levels we should reach the maintenance levels of the temple and from there I hope to use the cargo system to exit into the undercity. It won't be easy but it is the only way they won't have guarded right now. However as they access the temple records they will likely discover it and our chances for escape will become slim." He took a bactapatch off his belt and put it over his wound, following suit for the wound on his arm. "I would ask that you would lead the way. I will be slower with my wounds, so should travel at the back."