Trychon waited until he felt the conscious man in the control room seemed to be looking elsewhere, and he darted across the room as quickly as he could, stopping below the viewport for the control room. He extended his senses again to the room behind him, and he didn't feel any alarm or concern coming from there. Satisfied, he made his way to the nearest door.
He casually felt for someone on the other side... and then made his way through. There was nobody guarding that door... but there was a few members of the crew making their way down the hall. Fortunately, they were headed away at the moment... but presuming that this was a quieter part of the ship under normal circumstances, Trychon made a dash for the door he figured could take him to the control room and hoped he hadn't been seen yet. He could deal with it, but he would prefer to wait for the alarms for a minute or two.
He turned the corner and waited a moment. They didn't come back for him, so he figured his presence was still a secret for a bit longer. Oh well... it's not going to last... He opened the door to the control room and snapped on his lightsaber.
He had come in nearest to the dozing worker, so he bypassed him at first, choosing instead to take out the nearly alert one first. He swung at the head, hoping to cut any yelling short as the man turned and saw him just as he came in. It was successful, but as it turned out, the reason the first man was comfortable sleeping on the job was that he was a very light sleeper... and an even quicker draw.
Right after taking the first man out, Trychon felt an urge to duck and roll. He fell just under the first shot from the officer, who stood up and backed towards the alarm on the wall. He took a hapless second shot while his eyes weren't on his target, and Trychon ignored the errant bolt as he stood up and extended a hand to push the man. He fell sideways and away from the alarm he was concentrating on, but held on to his blaster.
Trychon was on him before he could use it again though, and the screams were short lived as he pierced him through the heart.
May have less time than I hoped for... oh well... He sat down and plugged in his datapad. He avoided the urge to just scroll through their entire computer banks. He was used to being isolated from news. Instead, he set up to transfer data straight to the Rancor. He'd sift it later. He got an outlay of the ship and confirmed where Raezyr and Dianna were being held. He set up a few overrides on their overrides... and he headed out. It was only a matter of time before even these two were missed.
I'm on my way. You two better have your clothes on.
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