As Arwen approached the sealed blast doors, his lightsaber illuminated the darkness of the corridor with its iconic blue glow. With an elegant strike, he forced his weapon into the durasteel and began to create a hole for his entrance. The thick material presented a challenge, but Arwen's lightsaber was more than capable of cutting through such obstacles. The smell of burning metal lingered in the air as the doors eventually collapsed to the power of the Jedi's weapon. In a matter of moments, the doors gave way, creating an opening large enough for Arwen to squeeze through.
Arwen held his lightsaber in front of him and took a moment to catch his breath before stepping into the bridge. The bridge contained numerous consoles and three unarmed crew members. Their wide-eyed expressions were filled with fear at the presence of the Jedi. With a calm yet commanding voice, Arwen addressed the crew,
"I seek only the navigational data, and no harm will come to you if you comply."
One by one, the crew members reluctantly surrendered to the lone Jedi armed with his lightsaber. Arwen didn't want to kill unnecessarily, it wasn't the Jedi way nor was it his own, and he was still exhausted after defeating the waves of resistance he met before gaining access to the bridge. The bridge fell into an uneasy silence, tension hanging thick in the air. Arwen remained vigilant, his senses heightened, expecting movement from the crew members. The hum of his lightsaber vibrated throughout the quiet bridge, a constant reminder of his readiness to defend himself if necessary. His gaze swept across the room, assessing each crew member's demeanor and searching for any signs of resistance.
With the crew members cooperating, Arwen moved closer to the main console. He accessed the system, swiftly retrieving the vital navigational data that held the answers the New Jedi Order sought. His breaths were far from controlled, paranoid of the hostile environment he was in. Withdrawing the data tape from the console, he thanked the crew members that surrendered. Maybe the crew wasn't paid enough, maybe they wanted to return to their families, or perhaps they'd have turned on Arwen if they had weapons in close proximity. Arwen was thankful, regardless.
<Navigational data secure, returning to the Bastian now! I'll fly straight up to you and we do this together!>
With the vital navigational data secured, Arwen's heart pounded with a mix of relief and urgency as he sprinted through the damaged corridors. The sound of his boots echoed, accompanying the distant sounds of battle that still raged outside the freighter. He eventually made his way to the docking bay where the Bastian was attached. Wasting no time he ran inside and secured himself in the pilot's seat before preparing the Bastian to undock. He could feel the ship tremble as it disconnected from the freighter, and within moments, he was soaring through the vacuum of space. He expertly avoided the debris that floated around the ship, preventing it from getting damaged.