The Alliance had suffered a few secessions over the years, but this one held a distinct weight to it. The people of Lohopa II had lost faith in the union, because the union had failed to protect them. It was one of the basic contracts of affiliation with the Galactic Alliance, and though wartime attacks were inevitable, the sheer mishandling of the Mandalorian assault had broken the circle of trust in those who already doubted.
Amani couldn't blame them for that. There were procedures in place to ensure a peaceable transition of government. What she could not abide, was the rioters and looters looking to take advantage of the chaos for nothing more than personal. It was a sensitive time, and the growing violence only aggravated existing troubles. Now innocent people were being caught in the crossfire all over again. To some of them, a Jedi like her was emblematic of the circumstance they were now in. But she would continue doing her best to protect them no matter what.
"You're wasting your time, honey," One of the looters cooed,
"We can wait all night. Only a matter of time before the rest show up. Sure you can really take all of us?" He chuckled sinisterly, beckoning her with a finger, still clutching a cocktail firebomb in his other hand.
In front of the hospital entrance was a lone woman, standing unwaveringly in the way of this little troop of anarchists. They were in a standoff now, though why they hadn't simply rushed her already, Amani didn't know. Perhaps they were aware the Jedi were planetside. And the only person foolish enough to face them solo must have been one. She hoped the mere chance would scare them away, but backing down without a fight wasn't in their purview. Especially not when more of them were on their way.
She needed to set an example. Amani raised her hand, and flexed her fingers. Suddenly all of the rioters nearby were lifted forcibly into the air, and made to hover. She then nudged the Force a little further, constricting them, but not crushing. She had no intent to kill, but perhaps the implication of such a possibility would make them think twice. A few panicked more than others, wriggling against the invisible binds that kept them suspended. The ringleader tried to move his hand, but it was pushed back down to his side. The bottle he carried exploded into shards, but without being lit, its worst implications were rendered inert. Then, finally, Amani dropped them.
"I think I can," She replied coldly. The one who had threatened her was preoccupied with the glass now embedded in his palm, but he looked up to give her a vile grimace.
"F-feth you. We'll be back. Back for you, schutta," One of his lackeys helped him up, and the group scattered back into the alleys. Amani finally let herself relax, until she saw a pair of silhouettes approaching down the street.
"I hope you're not here to make trouble," She said, an annoyed edge to her voice,
"Pretty sure the guy before you just used up the last of my patience."
