In the next instant, Urs found himself flying across the cabin toward his observation bubble. Kbro had not gestured, had not flinched, had not even shifted his gaze; he had simply grabbed Urs in the Force and hurled him five meters into his chair."Don't lie." Kbro started across the cabin. "I'm getting tired of it."
Urs sprang out of the chair... or attempted to. Instead, he found himself struggling against an invisible weight. He felt as if he were accelerating to lightspeed with a faulty inertial compensator.
"Kbro, you've gone mad." Urs reached for the controls on the arm of his chair and discovered he couldn't even do that much. "You can't do this. I know you're having trouble dealing with DB77's death, but..."
"This has nothing to do with DB77," Kbro said. "And you're lucky it doesn't. If he were here-if he had known what you were using Yousuf for-there'd be pieces of you scattered along the entire length of the Hydian Way."
The irony of the statement was far from lost on Urs, but he was too astonished-and too frightened-to take any pleasure in it. While it was true that Kbro had taken him by surprise, it was equally true that he had done so with no visible effort-and that he was continuing to hold him with no apparent exertion.
Keenly aware that all that stood between him and a quick death was Kbro Skywalker's much-strained sense of decency, Urs let a little of his very real fear seep into the Force, just enough to seem properly alarmed.
[...]
"Then I'll take it for what it's worth," Kbro said. Leaving Urs Force-pinned in his chair, he started toward the door. "I'll show myself out."