The override sequence had to be re-calibrated a couple of times before it eventually found the correct protocols to rework the sliders, causing the thick durasteel blast door to suddenly shut and reset itself before reopening all the way. The Agent let out a relieved breath of air, wiped the sweat from his brow, and proceeded to step over the threshold until a faint alert flagged across the datapad on his wrist. 

Across the low lit corridor, the two probe droids had picked up a heat signature within in several meters of their location, however, were unable to pinpoint it due to a flux of interference most likely due to the massive surge of power generated from the [i]Milano[/i] during it’s immediate and unforeseen departure from the asteroid station’s dock. From the slight traces that he could see on the screen, Gavon took precautionary steps as he kept his back against the corridor wall and grabbed his second blaster pistol from it’s holster. He quickly adjusted the droid’s sensor strength, hoping to cut through more of the interference, and at that moment the second droid picked up faint life signs toward the opposite end of the main corridor, quickly pulled out of it’s present vector and headed in that direction.

Gavon stopped in his tracks, as whatever interference that had hindered the droid’s scanners was suddenly lifted within a small window of time, revealing the heat & energy signatures of a fully armored individual about a meter from the droid. From what could be discerned by the scanners readout, the target’s blaster rifle had been previously discharged and they are wearing a unidentified helmet. The Agent took a few short steps and pressed his back up against a small partition protruding from the wall, keeping his body shielded from whoever was across the low lit hallway. His initial thought was a possible First Order trooper who had been assigned to the ship, and was currently on a routine inspection, but he also knew they wouldn’t send a solitary trooper into a potentially hostile situation. 

Unsure of whether this was, in fact, a First Order soldier, one of the crewmen, or perhaps an unforeseen third party, the Agent had to attempt to diffuse the situation by use of a quick and dirty cover story. He switched on the probe’s proximity communicator, and spoke into the commlink attached to his earpiece, doing away with any typical military formalities.

“There’s no need to hide, friend. I need you to step out slowly & unarmed, so I at least I know you won’t fire at me. I have no quarrels with you. I just need to know what’s going on with my ship...”

Gavon knew this was a bold move, suddenly placing ownership of the [i]Milano[/i] square in his lap, but it beat the alternative. 

“Nolan Reese, ship’s Engineer at your service. Please cease and assist...”