There were a number of things that Laeonas thought could happen if they attempted to cut through the door. They could fail, and be forced to try some other trick. They could succeed, and the door would come down, allowing them to get into the vault and claim their prize; and, as quickly as they could, escape off world.
Through the entire escapade the Sith and the boy had gone on, Laeonas hadn't thought much about their escape plan. Whether there was a ship in the vault or not, whether there was another exit in the vault or not, were not questions he had considered; at least, not for very long.
He should've considered it more. The raw hunger for the treasure, for vast wealth and the resulting power that could come with it; it would change his life, and the lives of the few he cared about in the galaxy. It was an opportunity that he couldn't have imagined-- that only he and a few dozen other had even pursued.
They had come this far, tearing through beasts, destroying battle droids, solving riddles.
The Sith, as much as he held contempt for her, had done most of the work. She'd saved him from the Jaws of a Nexu that was about to clamp down on his throat. She'd helped him with the force attacks on the droids, and she'd further assisted when he had tried to take down the vault door with the... other door.
She was incredibly rude, and incredibly contemptuous, but that wasn't what he was focused on right now.
It was that her body was cooking right in front of him.
Mouth agape, the boy's grip on the bars slipped. The focus necessary to maintain his hold with the force broke, and the door, supporting the Sith's now cooking body, fell-- and the girl with it.
Horror and realization slowly enveloped the boys face as he looked at the girl. He could barely sense life force, and whether that was actual presence within the force or just the result of all her nerves being pumped full of electricity was something his shocked mind couldn't comprehend. Hell, his own horrified mind simply might not have been able to sense it in that second. She had dropped, her lightsaber had dropped; and there wasn't even so much as a mark on the door.
"It was a ray shield." were the first thoughts that actually made their way back into Laeo's mind. He'd remembered the few times he'd tried to break into an apartment or store when he was younger, only to get zapped when he accidentally touched the shields. It was such an amateur mistake and such a mundane security measure that he hadn't even thought about it when he'd seen the shield.
Yet the hutts apparently didnt' view them the same way, as proven by Kamelle's electrocuted body.
Laeonas... couldn't tell if she was dead, immediately. Even if she were alive, he had no idea if she'd stay that way for much longer, and there was nothing he could do.
The vault door stood in front of him, the ray shield impassable, as he'd so seen. "'Ow am Ai gonna disable th'at?" He thought, before coming to the inevitable conclusion that he hoped he would never arrive at.
If he kept trying to get into the vault, Laeonas would die.
He might've been able to break in with the Sith's help, and he might've been able to carry back some treasure with the Sith's help. If there were any further security measures on the other side of the door, he might have been able to take them down-- with the Sith's help.
Even with her lightsaber now laying on the duracrete floor, that wouldn't change the outcome of a fight against however many droidekas were inside, or assassin droids, or a few hundred AMS infected slaves.
He simply didn't have enough strength-- and he was already out of time. Laeonas' first priority at this point was getting in a ship, and flying off planet... and that could be incredibly difficult, seeing as the boy's only experience flying anything was as a speeder pilot. He couldn't believe for even a second that any of the other hunters had stayed long enough to pick them up...
...and that meant his only hope of escape was on the ground.
Laeonas couldn't help but tear up a bit. He hadn't felt this hopeless in... however long. The Sith's insults had brought him to a place he didn't want to be, mentally, but now that her body was splayed out as it was, the boy couldn't feel any worse. Not even the promise of mountains of wealth could help him now, and unless there was an immediate source of wealth right in front of him, he might have simply shot himself there and then.
Glancing around the room, he eventually looked down at the now fallen barred door. Laeonas studied the light, durable metal that covered it's front.
Something... clicked. He wasn't sure what, but the boy recognized what this was.
Opportunity.
Stretching out his hand, Kamelle's saber, unable to be commanded by it's owners influence-- flew into the boy's hand. The crimson blade thrummed to life, and the boy brought it down on the bars.
The cutting of metal wasn't what met Laeonas; rather, it was resistance. Eyes widened, and he was almost glad-- but his facial muscles couldn't move to form a smile.
This metal wasn't cortosis; it didn't look like his vibrosword, and it made noises he'd never even heard before. He... wasn't sure, but Laeo knew of one other metal that could resist lightsabers. It was that legendary metal every child would dream of when being told stories of Mandalorian warriors.
Laeonas couldn't be certain it was beskar...
...but if it was, it could still make him rich. All he needed was to get off planet; and only one woman could do that for him now.
"HEY!" was all the boy shouted at first, turning and dropping by the side of the fallen Sith. He shook her body a bit, more than a little desperate to get her up at this point.
She'd made a blunder; one that, in retrospect, should've been more than avoidable. The decision had been stupid, and if their roles had been reversed, Laeonas had no doubt in his mind that he'd be left for dead. But with self preservation on the mind, and the slightest hint of altruism in his intentions, the boy still found himself trying to get her to respond.
He... didn't get an immediate response, and further, he couldn't tell if she was dead. The boy didn't know anything about treating electrocution-- but he knew how to swing a sword... or saber, in this case.
Turning around, he stood, reigniting the red blade, turning his attention back to what he correctly guessed was beskar.
All the boy needed to do was tear it off the door. The bars had a distinct texture and look, but the rest of the door that they happened to be connected to wasn't.
This hadn't been the first time Laeonas had held a lightsaber; but it had been a long five years since he'd felt the weightless blade in his hands.
It was why his hacking at the door looked so awkwardly amateur; though nobody was really paying attention. Laeo's primary goal had shifted from the now seemingly impossible task of breaking into the vault, and instead to the much more directly tenable possibility of walking away with some of the most rare metal in the galaxy under his arm.
As for Kamelle... in truth, it was out of his hands. Though he distinctly preferred attempting to escape with the help of a trained pilot instead of learning to fly when the Hutt's turbolasers started firing down at him. But, if the Sith did die...
...he could still keep the saber.
@Die Shize @Nefieslab