Saran stood on the other side of the wall, letting the Force flow through her, into her muscles and ligaments. There was no need to be fast, and so she could focus, letting the enhancements build as she listened to the troops talking.
"I've never fought a real Jedi before." One of them, a young man gripping his weapon tightly, tense and nervous.
"Shouldn't bee to hard." She heard an all-familiar voice. The Zygarian had repented, but it was hard to forgive him for selling her. Anger flooded over her for a moment before she managed to calm herself.
"Let's hope she can teach you guys something" [member="Regor Laxvan"], commander. He had asked for her to do this, and she was planning on doing so. But she had a little surprise in store for them. After listening to the chatter of the troops for minutes, she quietly jumped to the ledge on the inside of the wall. No one had noticed. After a few seconds, she picked out her target. The group closest to Regor. Maybe not the best target, but it would do. Descending down in a force-enhanced jump, she landed a few meters from her commanding officer, and directly behind the still-turning Zygarian. Her fist hit the ground before he registered what was there. A shockwave issued out from the point of contact, causing the few next to her to stumble as the permacrete she had struck just barely cracked. Quickly kicking out the legs of those near her, she lept away from the troops.
"Rule one of fighting Force users: Never let your guard down."