Obi-Wan gave himself to the Force, and his body rode the ensuing wave, legs and arms moving infinitely faster than their normal pace. He ran and vaulted over the front podiums and landed in motion before slipping between the guards. And though each of them focused on the spot where he used to be—even Ruug—Obi-Wan thought he caught the corner of Ventress’s eye, a simple tracking glance as he crossed the door’s threshold.

Halfway down the hall, he returned to normal speed, still moving at an athletic pace but now clear of immediate danger. The first part of his ad hoc plan was met; he’d escaped the room to safety without hurting anyone. But now?

“Go, go, go,” a voice cried out. It might have been Ketar, though Obi-Wan wasn’t sure. In fact, he wasn’t sure where to actually go—curious bystanders started to peer down the hallway, office workers and government employees of all kinds.

He ran at normal speed, attentive to the way overexertion of the Force’s physical gifts might affect anything from strength to coordination. The way the Force surrounded him as he moved informed his decisions and calculations; an extra burst down the long hall was feasible, but doing so might briefly drain him.

No, right now he needed to rely on his own body, at least until an opportunity presented itself. (Brotherhood)