Amadeus was sipping tea when the locals became incredibly alarmed. He heard mutterings of 'Jedi'. He had hidden his identity from the natives, but his lightsaber was still stowed within his robes. The Chagrian watched the worried beings flee the tea room, he sighed. It was impossible to go anywhere without trouble, apparently.
Shan had been on the planet for a few days, having succesfully navigated the pesky nebula that surrounded it. He had come for one thing - tea. The planet had begun to amass a reputation for its brew. He had visited years before, in his Academy days. Back then, pirates were the first to hear of the enticing tea leaves. Shan had assisted efforts to defend the world from pirates, who had taken a liking to their tea so much that they conducted several raids upon Noonien plantations.
That was many cycles ago, now the Nooniens were awfully wary of outsiders. They had managed to go decades without being pillaged again, especially after high doses of Noonien tea were found to be lethal to the Weequay that desired them so badly. As it turned out, a substance lost its street value when it had posioned most of its consumers.
Shan made his way calmly out of the tea rooms. He could see it now, the plume of smoke from the outskirts of the village. He made his own way to the wreckage. There, he saw a masked figure amongst the flames. Shan smiled.
"That's quite a landing," he said, bemused.
He could feel the force within the man, but chose to say nothing. Instead he watched as warriors approached, spears and crystal at the ready.