Tor kept his hands low, his fingers twitching to pull his blasters out of their holsters. He knew he could beat any man in a draw, but in this situation he would only hit maybe half of the men before they opened fire on the two of them, and even with his suit it wasn't going to end pretty. He also wouldn't be able to protect Tony from any shots that would go through his Sector armor a lot easier than his own. He slowly raised his hands and kept calm, "Alright alright, take it easy, don't want to let any of those blasters of yours to go off." Perhaps Tor had finally come to his senses that you couldn't shoot your way out of anything, however most unlikely, for in the past what Tor couldn't shoot up, he blew up. "Just remember Bothan what I said..." He said as he pulled a card from up his sleeve and tossed it on the ground watching it slide to the mans feet. It was a holo-playing card and it had the Mandalorian Symbol for Death on it. "We Mandalorian's worship war, and welcome death as a brother, so tell him I said hi when you get down there."

The Guards with their blasters held up came and grabbed Tor and Tony and shook them violently as they moved them along to the brig. They stripped them off all their gear and weapons, it killed Tor for them to get their grubby hands all over his gear, but he would soon have it back and teach them all a lesson they wouldn't forget. "Now I know I don't often have plans, mostly never, but when I have they have always worked. I mean I can count how many plans I've ever come up with on one hand, but they were all successful so that is like a 100% success rate and as result somewhere in that math that means this one will be a success as well!" Tor whispered to Tony as they were pushed down the hall towards the brig.