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Zoraka wasn't very surprised that these elites were able to avoid his attack. However, his strike had served its purpose, and the Invictus were now going to be focusing their efforts on himself, which allowed the Jupiter mercs time to get the hell out of dodge, at his beckoning. They fled, not even turning to fire as they made their escape. Any Invictus that sought to shoot them as they fled would be met with Zoraka's fury as he produced a steady stream of Force lightning towards the elites.

His attention settled on one of them, his eyes burning into their frame as he concentrated his willpower on them. Leaping high into the air to get closer, the Dark Jedi landed near one of the elite soldiers, waving a hand in front of him as he spoke, "You want to kill your comrades."

Attempting to hijack the man's psyche and force him to turn on his brothers, Zoraka employed the famous mind trick, banking on the man's mental fortitude not being able to hold up to his attack.

Back in the alleyway, Thalgan was still dealing with John, who continued to remain defiant even in the face of certain death. He revealed to the Mandalorian a power within himself that he'd been hiding. To Thalgan, that made no difference; he was going to finish the job he'd started. Sauntering forward, he sought to end John's resistance.

The additional arriving party, however, had met Thalgan with a full-powered shotgun blast to the back. The armor he wore lessened the damage, but the absolute force of impact was enough to throw him to the ground. As he hit, he mentally kicked himself for allowing such a rookie mistake. Slamming a fist into the ground, he sprung forward into a somersault, jumping to his feet as he turned to face John and the newcomer, a DE-10 in each hand. Staring them down, he smirked beneath his helmet. "Two against one? Hardly seems fair..." he began. "You don't have enough men on your side."

He pulled the respective triggers of his weapons, seeking to put both men down.