Originally posted by Nephthys
Was it now.
Sinking into the Force, he gathered its measureless power to him. Felt the light fill him, sparkling in his blood. Once he was supremely centered, aware of himself and his place in the universe, aware of Organa's place, the duet they sang within the Force's living glory, he extended his senses and control. Wrapped them around the struggling starship, the gliding brick, and cradled it in a cocoon of pure light-side energy. Immediately the ship's sluggish inertia smoothed. Became malleable. Frictionless now, and rendered opaque to any prying eyes that might be watching, it floated toward their target, the space station."What the kriff?" Startled, Organa almost let go of the helm controls.
He felt himself smile. "Relax, Senator. There's no need to worry."
"Easy for you to say," Organa muttered. "What are you doing?"
"Think of me as your copilot," he replied. "And be calm."
Floating within himself, suffused with the Force, the source of every comfort and joy, he poured more control through the skin and bones of the ship, exerting his will on the lumpen machine. It answered him, a part of his body now, as responsive as his arm or his hand, and through the Force became as his own flesh and blood. His eyes showed him the space station, swiftly filling the viewport.
Like a shark beneath deep water, unease flicked its tail.
Soaked in serenity, his focus absolute, he let the darkness flow through him like water through a sieve. Yes, there was danger. He would meet it in due course. But he was in the light of the Force now, and would remain there until his task was complete.
"Nudge port," said Organa, shifting the helm control. "We've got a clear docking ring."
He nodded, dreamily. "I see it, Senator."
"We're still coming in too fast."
"I know." He breathed in deeply, feeling the power surge in his blood. Breathed out, hard, impressing his will upon the stolid Starfarer, tightening the Force around its sturdy frame. The ship lost more momentum. Glided slower. And slower. Slowed further. Was barely moving. And as he slowed the ship, Organa played its helm controls like a master musician, coaxing it to pirouette like a dancer on an opera stage
Oh, that's even better, as it is nearly one-decade pre-prime.
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