The crowds were a lot thicker than the Mandalorian had anticipated, but he moved at a decent speed regardless, since most beings had no desire to get between a fully armored Mandalorian and his destination. As he walked, he kept an eye out for any more station security, who's ranks had recently swelled due to the draft the late Station Head had initiated in an effort to contain the panic of it's residents and businesses and even, in some cases, keep them from leaving, which had been a warning to everyone that something was amiss. Add to that a few minutes ago that the station was rocked by a turbolaser impact and hysteria and mass panic was now in control. Judging from the number of bodies in the makeshift security uniforms that lined the way, that had proven about as effective as a bug trying to kill a rancor. If he guessed her right, the grieving girl would put out a call to all the security forces to find him and detain him; and failing that, kill him. If he'd had more time, Elias would have stayed to talk the girl down and explain to her the situation, but that was far too short as the normal lights shifted to the emergency red after a series of shudders.

The sound of an astromech's beeping came over his coms and the smuggler sighed. "Of course there are panicking masses on the other side of the ray shield, M8, I'm almost positive my ship is the only one still on the bloody station and none of the larger ships are going to offer passage." A security member, a teenager from his build, attempted blocked his path and the Mandalorian glared at him until he moved, a wet trail following his retreating form. "Great security...Anyways, just spin up the engines and wait for my signal." A series of beeps and whistles came back at him.

"Yes I want you to blow up the damned ray shield! We don't have time for our usual fine-"As if to prove Elias's point, the station rocked from another series of turbolasers impacting it and suddenly the panic grew worse as the Mandalorian braced himself to keep his footing. "See what I mean? Just bloody do it!" He closed the channel and pulled one of his heavy blasters, firing it into the air six times, which produced the desired effect. The crowd of panicked beings parted and he was able to move that much faster, heading straight for his hangar. Shortly after the blaster discharges, another member of security, a proper member judging from his armor and stun baton, stepped forwards.

"You're not going anywhere, Ordo. Just stand down a-" The Mandalorian didn't let him finish, instead ramming his knee into the Weequay's crotch and then pistol whipping the back of his head as he doubles over, knocking him unconcious. Some of the younger members of security who'd been moving to surround him look nervous.

"The next one of you dumb asses who gets in my way dies. I'm through being nice." Not believing him, the teen from earlier, who had probably kicked himself for not standing up to the Mandalorian before, decides to be a hero and runs at Elias, a stun baton in his hand. He doesn't even make it half way before a blaster bolt slams into his chest, dropping him on the spot as the now useless stun baton clattered away. Elias, his blaster barrel still smoking, turns his visor on the other teenage and young adult draftees. "Anyone else?" They scatter, fear clear on their faces, and the Mandalorian smuggler sighs as he moves forwards, stepping over the teen's body. "Stupid kid..."