Seymour - "Distracting the guards"

Who: Ambassador Seymour Niples
Where: Mars Station
When: After Keto started blackmailing him
Seymour sneaked around Mars station hoping no-one would notice him.
"I'm just an ordinary person, talking an ordinary walk around an
ordinary space station…" he said to himself.
He stopped and paused. "No, for the love of Buckingham Palace and all
the Queen's men this is INSANE!" He said to himself. "I'm dressed in
some terribly ordinary clothing, looking like a typical commoner, and
I'm about to steal a spaceship… Nay… the most well protected spaceship
in the universe."
He was wearing very plain clothing, which was extremely unusual for
Seymour who was normally never seen wearing anything less formal than
a tuxedo. He had dressed like this to look inconspicuous, but he
looked so awkward wearing it that it actually made him look more odd.
In fact, he had already tried the direct approach. Being a Royal
Ambassador he had walked down the docking gangplank to the Queen's
ship, and talked directly to the guards. Even pleading with them that
he worked for the Queen and was a personal friend of hers still didn't
get him anywhere.
Had he been an expert in martial arts or been anything remotely close
to "hard" he would have judo-chopped the guards and ran past them to
steal the ship for Keto, but Seymour wasn't that brash.
So now he was trying the indirect approach.
He sneaked into Mars station's communications tower, a small metal
structure that elevated slightly higher than the rest of the station.
As he got to the control tower he was glad to see that the room was
fully automated and there was no-one to get in his way. He looked out
of the Perspex window down to the transparent docking tube that
extended from Mars station to the Queen's ship he was trying to get
onto. He could see almost an entire garrison of guards blocking the path.
Seymour grinned to himself. "I am entirely glad of one's brains for
coming up with this idea!" he said to himself. He reached for a
microphone and cleared his throat. A loud squeak came from the
speakers all around Mars station.
"Attention…" he said, and realised his voice was probably too posh. He
tried to put on more of a scouse accent. "Attention all Security
guards, please report to level 39… " he racked his brains for a valid
reason. "…there is an attempted theft of the station's Lager supplies."
Seymour smiles smugly to himself. "That should get them all running!"
and sure it did, he looked again and all the guards were leaving their
posts from protecting the Queen's ship and running to the nearest
elevator.
Seymour rubbed his hands together. "All that's left is for me to-"
"FREEZE!"
The Ambassador stopped dead in his tracks. Someone was behind him, and
they were poking him in the back with some kind of gun.
"Don't hurt me I'm a Royal Ambassador!" he pleaded.
< OOC – Tag to anyone who wants to join my subplot, can Seymour talk
you over to helping him try to steal the ship? >