"Please no, the last time you killed someone brutally it took me months to get the smell out of my clothes and armor. Now just work fast, I'm up for killing aruetii any day, but eventually even I can get tired." Tor said as he turned around and walked casually towards the sound of yelling. There were a dozen weequays heading their way. They fired their blasters, but they were weequay so their shooting was worse than that of a Stormtrooper. Taking a Thermal Det from his belt he lugged it as hard as he could at the one leading the charge, it nailed him straight in the face before exploding and taking stopping them dead in their tracks. The few in the back that had survived took cover around corners of other corridors and then continued shooting. "Look guys just do the smart thing and either way away or better yet shoot yourselves, it saves me the trouble of having to do it and it just sort of speeds the process up a bit." He taunted, the Weequay looked at each other then began shooting at Tor once more. He sighed as he activated his shield gauntlets and moved forward. The bolts bounced off his shields as he came closer and closer. When he was close enough to the first Weequay it screamed and charged him, he grabbed it by the neck and lifted him off his feet. He crushed its neck in his hand and then threw the body at the second one as it poked out to shoot. It hit him with such force it cracked his forehead open and knocked him unconscious.

Tor turned towards the last remaining Weequay and placed his hands on his hips. "You know you're next, and why I have to give you credit for lasting this long, this is the part where you die like lesser men. You know the thing where weaklings have opted to do the easy thing and die? Because that's all you are and if you don't pull the trigger on yourself I am going to rip your arms off and beat you to death with them and the whole time you will wish you had shot yourself but now you can't because I'm beating you to death with your own arms! You know what? We're wasting too much time, I'm coming over there right now to..." Tor smiled as he heard the sound of a blaster go off and the body of a Weequay drop dead sideways from behind cover. "I think I'm a true artist Tony! I just got another one to cap himself in the head, and I hadn't even gotten to the good part about cutting his toes off and making him eat them first!" Tor said while laughing.

"God damnit Tor, you realize that this is why you don't get much business by yourself? You freak out most of the human and near human clients away!" He watched out the window as one of the droids on his ships hull began cutting at it. He shot, the glass off course stopped the blast. "TOR! Get those fucking droids off my ship now. I don't care if you have to use the new Yuuzhan Vong hunters get them off my ship!" He finished opening a course for them to work their way towards the bridge of the ship. He then cut the said path off so that no-one else could enter their corridor system. In his pissed off state he looked at the emergency vent. He heavily considered doing it, in fact he was really really considering doing it.

So he flicked the switch, all other compartments in the ship were vented into space. Whether it was literally with those in the hangers and near the airlocks or figuratively for those deep in the ship where they only lost life support. Tony turned around to Tor his trench coat swishing around with him as he walked out of the control room and began walking down the corridor. "They're likely going to be setting up defenses along this corridor, though it will take them too long to override my lockout and lock the doors or re pressurize the ship." He turned the corridor and dived back as multiple lance beams from several E-Web turrets bounded down the wall burning the wall at the other end. "Tor, you'll have to be careful you can't take too many of those bolts even with your shields. He stopped for a minute and looked up at a vent. "You uh, claustrophobic?"