Vastor swept the wounded men and women in the steamcrawler’s cabin with a contemptuous glare. These will keep, dôshalo. They cannot escape. Follow me. With a rush of the Force, he sprang straight upward through the hole Mace had cut.

That same rush of the Force tugged at Mace’s will, inclining him to follow without thinking—but he understood now the power of this place, and of Vastor himself.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Mace muttered.

He turned his attention to the terrified Balawai around him. He gestured, and all the discarded blasters flipped from the deck to hang in midair; with a single swift flourish he sliced every one of them in half, then cast their pieces out the hole. “Listen to me, all of you. You must surrender. It is your only hope.”


- Shatterpoint, Chapter 8