"15 Black Mandalorian Ales then ask me if you wish to partake in certain festivities." Tor said not missing a beat. Mandalorian Black Ale was known to be a very rough drink across many races, but Tor was a veteran drinker of the stuff. It wouldn't kill him to have that much, but he definitely wasn't remembering anything other than the fact the bartender would probably refuse to serve him more. "Either way I feel we have a few options. Get aboard the command station, shoot, kill, slaughter, and murder our way to the dude who can deactivate the shield. Or perhaps me and Spacezillo here can do the whole bounty hunter routine. Technically you are still wanted by Tyber Zann. We could be transporting you here for holding. Wouldn't surprise me if Tyber Zann has spread his corruption to a place like this, man has a way of doing things that even a Sith Lord could fear." Tor said as Tony  and them made their way to the bridge.

"Also I am not giving you 10 credits, because you still owe me money for the bantha milk you had me pick up at the food market back on New Alderaan." Tor said as he stared out of the huge window that showed the aging capital ship. "Don't let its looks deceive you, more than likely the weapons systems have been upgraded to more current standards than what the ship originally had."