The world seemed to move faster than time itself.
Vodo, hunched as ever over his baffor-wood walking stick, slowly crept through the capital city of his home planet. Krevas city, at one point, had been a sleepy little town that was only of interest to passing wayfarers as a small refuel/resupply point. The native Krevaaki were always hospitable, but kept the outsiders at arms length, and mostly ignored them.
But then something happened.
The pacifistic governing body had originally been very small, with a single leader who oversaw a council of representatives. Overtime, that had changed, and a new system took over.
Vodo hobbled to a small bench at the edge of the square his apartment overlooked. He sat, watched...
... and felt.
The Force stretched out before him, and he expanded his own sphere of responsibility outwards, several hundred meters in all directions so he could wait and listen for disturbances.
He felt one almost before his sphere reached three meters.
"Hey you!" A voice shouted. It sounded very close, within two meters.
Vodo looked behind him, pretending to do so with much labor. Three beings stood behind the bench, dressed in the uniforms and colors of the Krevas government, a Rodian with a red hue, a dirty-looking human decked out in cheap armor, and an Ithorian dressed in heavy robes. The Rodian and Human held beat-up looking blasters, and the Ithorian held a vibroblade, which also looked secondhand.
"What do you want?" Vodo asked in a scratchy voice, trying to make himself sound older than he looked. Using the Force, he imprinted an image of himself as a craggy old Krevaaki trying to stay warm on the minds of the three aliens.
"All of your credits. Now!" The human shouted, raising the blaster.
Vodo looked around the square, hoping to find police rushing to the scene of the painfully obvious daylight robbery.
But he found nothing. There were police, and they even stood nearby, but the did nothing but occasionally cast a casual glance in his direction.
"Oh don't go looking for them." The Ithorian said, "We work for the government of Krevas. They won't help you. Now give it to us!"
Vodo, not wishing to escalate a confrontation, reached into his robes and pulled a ten-ImpCredit chip from them and tossed it toward the human, "There, now please leave me alone!"
Vodo waited for the reactions of his three visitors. In reality he had thousands of credits in a bank account registered to him and could easily afford their demands.
But Vodo did not feel a change in their attitudes.
"Thats ten for me. But my colleagues need to be paid as well. Ten for each, scumbag Krevaaki!"
Vodo frowned, "It's all I have, sir! Please don't hut me!"
"I don't believe you. Ryth, kill him and get the rest of it out of him!"
The Rodian stepped forward, brandishing the blaster menacingly. Vodo stared at him, trying to decide which course of action to take. He could influence him by way of the Force, by manipulating his mind and harmlessly sending the three on their way...
...or he could use force.
Vodo had given in to their demands, he had tried to do as they demanded, he had tried to spare their lives. But a curious feeling rose inside the Jedi Master, a much different emotion than what he was used to.
Anger.
He suddenly had no interest in sparing these thieves. They were trying to hurt him and rob him, and now kill him even when he had tried to do as they ask. They were going to kill him in broad daylight with the police standing just a few hundred yards away, all for a few credits.
The Rodian raised his blaster, clearly intending to shoot the Jedi Master.
Without thought, his lightsaber sprang into his hand.
It was ignited as the Rodian fired from point-blank range. The bolt deflected off and hit the Rodian in the face., dropping him instantly.
His walking stick flew from his hand and struck the Ithorian so hard his skull collapsed, killing him instantly before he could come to the Rodian's defense.
Rage seeped into his mind. Into every crevasse of his being. Here he was just trying to sit and rest when these people tried to kill him. They deserved death.
He stood upright, not hunched and his stick flew to his hand. Vodo stepped over the body of the Rodian, and toward the human, who stood with mouth agape, staring at his to former compatriots.
"You...a ...Jedi!?"
"You tried to kill me." Vodo stated matter-of-factly.
"Fucking Krevaaki!"
The human raised his blaster and got off one shot, which went wild. With one gesture Vodo crushed the blaster. With another, he hurled the lightsaber. His aim was true and the blade lodged itself deep into the human thief's chest.
He retrieved the blaster, and his stolen ten credits.
"You! Stop!"
He turned around, to be greeted by several dozen Krevaaki police officers, all pointing blasters at him, "Drop the weapons and get on the ground."
The anger was leaving his body now, and a cooler head was starting to prevail. Vodo had no wish to kill his own people.
Hesitating just a moment, he tossed the lightsaber and stick away and did as instructed...
