This was it... Flee or fight.
Coryn glanced to the side. The Republic docking workers were eyeing him suspiciously though they dared not approach. Coryn could sense the Jedi... They were close, closer than he wanted them to be. Coryn ran to the dockworkers, who flinched as if they were about to be hit.
"Transit. Take me to the next habital place, perferably with ships." The docking bay officer shook his head.
"We can't leave here with the shuttle, we don't have proper author-"
"Damnit, human! I am your Authorization! Get me the hell onto that transit, or I'll kill you!" Coryn pulled out the lightsaber hilt, and ignited it. The blade shined a deep red, casting intimidating shadows of Coryn's features. The dock worker shuddered, and then nodded.
"Quickly then... Before someone says otherwise." His voice was layered in fear, but he ran to a computer panel, typed in a few words, and the shuttle bay doors opened, revealing the vastness of the Khoonda Plains. Coryn urged the man on, and soon he was seated in the back of the Transit, awaiting take off.
The Transit shuddered, and then lifted into the air. Coryn sighed with relief. Finally, he had a chance. But then the Transit gave a huge jerk, and was held in place even though the dockworker was urging it on.
"I don't know what's happening! The Transit-" Coryn cut him off, silencing him with a hand.
"Jedi." Coryn walked up to the side door-which always hung open- and saw that a group of at least six-maybe seven Jedi- were in the doorway of the Hangar, one of which had his hand stretched out to pull the vehicle to a stop(If this is too controlling, let me know).
"So this is it... Will I even be able to escape?" Coryn sighed, and jumped out of the door, landing softly on the ground with the aid of the Force. He clipped the lightsaber to his belt, and clapped.
"Bravo, Jedi! What shall you do now, hmm? Attack, or... 'Arrest' me?"