Tyrell checked his comm as Besh signalled to him that he had located the Smuggler turned Bounty Hunter. Turning away from the crowd he took a shortcut through a maintenance tunnel. Pushing past droids that were rushing down in order to help maintain and repair the station as it took shots from the incoming Imperial threat. He jumped over them, his limbs not quite as responsive as they used to be. He fired a couple of shots at a larger droid that threatened to cut him off, stopping it from blocking his path. The shot echoed, which was surprising giving the chaos that was currently going on throughout the station. The stationed rocked as it took another hit, a pipe bursting and spraying in his path. he ducked under the steam, the heat burnt him slightly however his clothes took the brunt of the heat. Had he not been wearing his jacket he would likely have been in a lot more pain right now.

Ducking out of the maintenance hatch he saw the Mandalorian armour that Elias had taken to wearing more recently. He didn't know the backstory behind it but he had either killed a Mandalorian or had earned it off one of the scattered clans throughout the outer-rim. Couldn#t get much in the way of Mandalorian armour from Mandalore anymore, the Imperials had more or less regressed it back to it's pacifistic state. After they ahd come so far to regain their culture too. Such a shame.

Turning the corner he saw a group of security accost Elias, four beings in total. He didn't doubt that given more time that elias could have handled them but Tyrell was in a bit of a rush. Letting off two blaster shots he took out the men approaching Elias from the left, leaving him to take the ones to the right. Once they had been dealt with in the usual Elias flare Tyrell holstered his pistol and approached.

"Long time no see, we'll skip the foreplay this time. I'm in need of a ship, you're probably in need of a paying job and you still owe me for that job on Bespin. I'm cashing in that favour."