Flynn runs his hands among the bulky airlock and frowns. "This would've been a lot easier if the control panel of this thing had been on this day. Alas." He turns to the wall and takes a plasma torch from his belt, placing it on the cold metal. The heated tip immediately reacts with the metal as it begins to cut away. With a quick few slices a small square piece of metal falls to the floor and reveals the wiring behind it. "Uuuh... one of these should do the trick." With a single finger he scratches the side of his head before starting to rummage in the many wires that control the airlock. "This should be iizzizzzzzziiz-..." A shock runs through Flynns body and he let's out a yelp before jumping back. The airlock slides open with a hiss. Flynn, still a bit in shock (badum tsssh), runs his hands through his hair, trying to make it stay down, without success.

The shaft opens up into a hallway with paths going off into each direction. What also lay in each direction, was a group of pirates with blasters, waiting for the two mercs to step out so they could blast them to pieces. The two were going to need to be clever.