Basically read where Galen collapsed a support structure several stories high made of stone, permacrete, and metal and didn't feel anymore strained than he would 'after a light run'. He could turn Kenobi into a sandwich with the force tbh
When he reached the base of the skyhook, he was momentarily given
pause. How to bring about the ruin of six constructs several stories high?
Their super-strong materials were designed to handle the stresses of
holding the massive station directly above, against all the laws of physics. How would he overcome their resistance? The answer, as always, lay in the Force. The Force was beyond physics.could not be resisted, when wielded by confident hands. The Force would
always be sufficient.Turning his back on the body-strewn battlefield, he put both hands on the
base of the nearest mooring. Closing his eyes and his mind to all forms of
distraction, he imagined himself at one with the metal, permacrete, and
stone. He felt the mooring's strengths and its weaknesses. He resonated
with it, until it was hard to tell where his hands stopped and the mooring
began.When he could achieve no greater focus, he reached out for the dark side
and let it guide him.
Energy came like a dam bursting, as wild as every predator on Kashyyyk
combined but as pure as a laser. He tilted his head back and relished the
wonder and terror of what he had brought into being. This was a power far
greater than Sith lightning, designed for one single task. He lost himself
utterly in that task. He became destruction.
The mooring shook. Its more delicate components-nanowires, sensitive
self-regulating systems, microscopic hydraulic channels-fused almost
immediately. Once the complex processes maintaining its stability were
disrupted, a chain reaction began that could not be stopped. Pressures
mounted in areas close to exceeding their maximum load; hairline cracks
formed and spread; a deep vibration sprang up that could not be
dampened. Even if left to its own devices, the mooring would shake itself to
pieces in minutes.The apprentice maintained his assault until hairline cracks became gaping
rents and the vibration shook the world, howling material agony over the
renewed firing of blaster cannons. When the first shower of boiling dust
and pebble-sized fragments rained down on him, he decided it was time to
step back and take stock- and to prevent some hapless stormtrooper
creeping up on him and shooting him in the back.
He opened his eyes and looked up. The mooring was barely recognizable
as the same structure. Electrical discharges danced across its conducting
surfaces.Ultrastressed permacrete flowed like treacle. Larger fragments began to
fall and he batted them away with the Force, feeling no more drained by his
exertion than he would have from a light run. He almost smiled at his
accomplishment, but one stark fact sobered him to the core.
One down. Five to go.