Porter Engle wasted no more time on him. He deactivated his lightsaber and slapped it into his holster, then approached the traumatized steelee, his hand outstretched.
“Hey there, fella…” he said. “You are a luminous being. Whaddya say you and me go do some good?”
The steelee looked at him, its eyes wide. He touched its flank, and it calmed. He wrapped his hands in its bridle, preparing to heave himself up into its saddle.

LoTJ Chapter 30