Damian took off down a corridor at a brisk pace, heading for airlock 1A on the far side of the station where his ship was docked. He kept his compact auto pistol tucked away in his pocket, ready to draw down if needed. Damian tapped his ear to activate his comm bead.
"Kevon, get the ship prepped for emergency take off and tell the astropath to start calculating a flight path out of the system ASAP."
He took a few turns, roughly pushing his way through the thronging crowds until he at last reached the final corridor to air lock 1A. He was about half way to the airlock when he saw the female Arbiter approaching from behind. This one was decked out in full battle armor, including a wicked looking combat shotgun.
"Damian Romero," the woman shouted across the hallway. "I am placing you are under arrest on suspicion of smuggling. DON'T MOVE!"
The airlock ahead cycled open and a crowd of people began to trickle out, giving Damian an opening. He surged forward into a combat roll, falling into the crowd of people before they could realize what was going on. Then he sprang to his feet, raised his autopistol and squeezed off a few rounds at the arbiter, using the crowd as a human shield. The crowd immediately fell to the ground in panic, but not before the Arbiter was forced to tuck in behind a wall corner. Damian had bought himself precious microseconds...just enough to slide into the airlock and hit a button to cycle the door closed. From behind the sealed door, he heard the Arbiter cursing loudly.
He tapped his ear again. "Kevon, let me know when you've got a hard seal on the airlock. I should be there..."
Before Damian could finish his sentence an invisible force literally slammed him into the ground, causing him to black out.