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Although he wasn't technically under their employment, Zoraka felt it in his best interest to help out the Jupiter Corporation's mercenaries as they found themselves surrounded by myriad Invictus operatives. They had been taking too long, and he grew restless; the more time he spent cooped up on Arrora's ship, the less time he was out hunting Sith. So he took it upon himself to speed up the process.

He landed with his front facing the Invictus personnel, immediately unleashing a shockwave of Force energy as he threw his hands forward, seeking to toss them into the buildings nearby.

Thalgan took the darjetii's interruption as a blessing and made his way to the street level. Taking his DE-10 blaster pistols in each hand, he began to summarily open fire on any incoming enemies that dared to oppose him, seeking to leave scorching burns in his gunfire's wake. The shielding on their armor was annoying, but not unbearable. A few extra well-placed shots would see his opponents dead in a hurry.

The HUD of his helmet included a motion detector, and normally he wouldn't have been able to tell one blip from another in a rabble such as this. However, he noticed four dots, far enough outside of the range of all the other riffraff to be discernible. They were faint, but he caught them just in time, the apparatus somehow picking up the subtle vibrations of their movement amidst the chaos in the streets.

They were behind the pub.

He headed in that direction, activating the thrusters on his boots to leap over the rabble. He landed close to their position, their signals intensifying as he neared. Another well-timed jump, and he found himself directly above them. Pointing his wrist downward, he activated the flamethrower mounted there, spewing an intense gas-born fire towards the group, smiling as he imagined their deaths.