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Shortly after Jin’s arrival, a fully concealed being showed up, insulted them, and urged them to move on – given how everyone was riled up already, they followed eagerly. Still, Jinaath wouldn’t have been surprised if their passions had also resulted in a bar fight at that point. But it seemed they were united in purpose, for now.

The gathered defenders then made their move, including Jinaath. A few others from all across the ship joined them as well, though most of the populace ignored the problem or was even starting to run away. That was unsurprising.

Given the crowd that had gathered, the lone guards stood no chance. Of course, the bridge was protected behind sealed doorways and a heavy repeating blaster. The ship’s mob was easily reduced by the blaster fire, suffering quite a number of casualties just from that. The rest, who’d been quick enough, or far enough behind, remained, and scattered to the sides, where the fire wouldn’t reach them.

The raiders were already throwing grenades at them, nonlethal for now, but that was sure to change. Jinaath sneaked close to one of the walls, hiding behind a pillar as he focused his Force Sight in an attempt to find a keypad. It’d likely be close to one of the doors – if there was any at all. If there was, the scramble key from Tisok may come in handy. Unless the old Chiss hadn’t given him an unfunctional one, that was.

Before Jinaath could confirm the presence of an electronic lock, or even a panel concealing electronics connecting to the doors, he was interrupted by an object being thrown his way. He’d heard the shout, certainly, but hadn’t realized it was meant for him. He was not a human, for one, and for another, it was rowdy enough to ignore any and all shouting. As the projectiles closed in on him, however, he instinctively extended a hand, and channeled Force to slow them down until he could easily pick the things out of the air.
 
That was how he found himself in the possession of a bottle of alcohol with a rag in it – someone had been smart enough to think ahead and bring some molotovs, apparently – and a flint and steel. Cradling the newly gained items, it was simple to discern what the other person wanted him to do with it, even without him shouting at Jinaath as if he were some imbecile. Thoroughly confused and also offended at the stranger’s insults, Jin’s first thought was [color=875f9a][i]What the hell is he talking about?![/i][/color]

What he said instead was, [color=875f9a]“Have you never heard of the Miraluka?!”[/color] Then, he turned his full attention towards the E-web. His timing of lighting up the Molotov was precise, and so was his throw – unlike the Tusken’s, Jinaath’s attempt would hit the enemy manning the mounted weapon. This action exposed his position, though, and he had to flee and hide elsewhere.