Trychon rubbed his eyes and cursed under his breath. Thank the dark side for Raezyr's timing... He thought as he gathered himself fully.
He watched as Tyrrazapon also pulled himself together. Anya was also rubbing her eyes, but was still seated comfortably. She seemed to be dealing with the pain well.
Trychon walked to the back of their section, giving Raezyr a quick pat on the back as he passed him. He followed it up by giving a couple of the passengers a rougher pat on the back.. out the side of the monorail.
He shoved his way through was was left of the passengers, now scrambling again to survive. He stepped between the doorways of their section and the one that the soldiers had most recently come from.
He stared at the floor, imagining the workings underneath and around the rail they were traveling on. There was no real way to use his lightsaber to separate the sections without his blade dragging away from him in the rail itself. At least none he had the time for. Instead, he closed the door to the other railcar, and put his blade through the control, letting it melt for a second. He stepped back into his original section and repeated the process.
Then, he pulled his datapad and connected into the main control of the system. It took a little bit of work, but he sliced his way into the emergency overrides, eventually disconnecting the rest of the sections from their own and the control.
That should clear things up... He thought, prior to hearing a clanking noise from above...
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