The ray shield that Elias had had installed on his hangar could be seen at the end of the hall he was approaching from, along with a press of panicking beings trying to get to it and through it. However, there was the issue of one, the ray shield had to be deactivated from docking control, which was probably in lockdown to try and slow down the Imperial boarding parties, and 2, that there was about six security guards trying to hold back the press bodies from one of the few ships still likely on the station. "Sith spit..."

Drawing his other blaster, he begins shouldering his way through the throng, being none too gentle to ensure that the people shoved aside spread the word ahead of them once they saw his Mandalorian form. Soon enough, it was opening up before he even got there when his coms unit beeped at him. "What?" The astromech from before beeped at him. "What do you mean he's choosing now to call in the favor? We're in-" Several more beeps and whistles cut him off as the security guards see him and draw blasters of their own. [i]Well, guess word spread of what I did to that kid...[/i] Of course, there was still the issue of Tyrell calling in his favor and coming in hot. "Ah to hell with it, on my mark, blow the ray shield. Transmit back he's got two minutes to get here." There was an affirmative beep and the transmission cut. Tyrell's droids would receive Elias's response along with coordinates to his hangar shortly after while Elias faced off with security.

"You're in the way. Move." The guards' response was to raise their blasters.

"Last chance, Ordo. Come quietly. We're not that idiot kid who rushed you with a stun baton earlier." So then word had spread. That was good, it meant they knew he wasn't kidding as he leveled his twin pistols.

"And this is your only chance to move out of my way and live. At least for a little longer, I'm sure the Imperials will be less merciful." And so it was a stand off, with no one moving or giving ground.