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As expected, the Invictus made an appearance, ready to throw down and show the Jupiter mercs their mettle. However, they were banking on the possibility that the Invictus weren't expecting the other mercs to have been waiting for them; plasma rifles ready, they opened fire on the incoming security, streams of super-heated energy flying towards them at a relatively slow pace that was still faster than most could react. It was all they could hope for to make some gruesome and burning holes in their chests.

The man with the pistol behind the bar was something of a problem, but wouldn't be if Thalgan's aim was as true as usual. Training his sights on the man's chest, Thalgan squeezed the trigger of his disruptor rifle once more, seeking to obliterate the resister and wipe him clean from the face of the planet. His attack was meant to tear the man apart at the molecular level, leaving behind no discernible trace that he'd ever existed at all.

Meanwhile, the initial strike team continued their attack, slamming bullets into the pub and keeping an eye out for their man, seeking to plant a bullet in his back should the opportunity present itself to them.