The doors were locked.
Of all the things on this damn station that could wrong, it had to be the doors. They were keeping Neacamus from his rightful feast...Ah, but no matter - that's what blasters were for. Aiming for the control panel, the Anzati took careful aim...and the panel exploded in a cloud of electrical sparks.
Now, it's time for my afternoon snack, the assassin thought. He rushed in with his blaster drawn...