Tyrell jumped over a fallen security guard. He had to be no older than fifteen, only a kid. The madness that enveloped scum when they were presented with danger never ceased to amaze him. Not that Tyrell had any high ground to stand on. These past years he had been pretty much the same thing. He turned the corner to see a gang of security guards running towards him. Moving to the side he was planning to ignore them, they were going about their business doing there own thing. 

As an arm moved out to block his path he ducked below it, jabbing two fingers into the side of the beings rib cage sending him to the ground. As the opponent now behind him reached down, Tyrell pushed up against their hands. Swerving as he stood up, right fist directly into the beings jaw. Left hand moving down to his holster, drawing his pistol. Three quick shots all at stomach level left three incapacitated bad guys. Tyrell wasn't entirely sure what the hell was going on in this place, but someone had done something to piss off security. Either that or the station had a 'If we're going down you're coming with us' policy. He wasn't entirely willing to stick around to find out which of these two scenarios it was, especially now he was as close to the hangar as he was. 

Rounding a corridor he saw quite a scene before him. Security guards closing in on Ordo, rayshield at the end of the hall cutting him off from his ship and a group of people between him and the rayshield. Obviously the person to piss off the stations higher ups was probably none other than Ordo, it was the only reason that explained the rayshield for his ship being put up. As Tyrell saw Elias preparing to get into a scuffle he half waved, glad for the impartiality of the Mandalorian helmet. If Elias was surprised, his facial expression wouldn't give it away. Then he grabbed a concussion grenade from his belt, and rolled it into the middle of the security forces.