Tesla reached out with the Force and grasped the fleeing figure, yanking it to
him. The boy fell backward, his tattered cloak fluttering about him. Tesla could feel the presence in
his hand almost as an actual, tactile sensation. He tightened his Force grip and dragged the boy
toward him.

One pale hand reached out of the tattered cloak as if to try to arrest his headlong slide. Tesla smiled grimly and squeezed—then cried out in surprise and consternation as his feet were wrenched out from under him. He landed hard on his back, air driven from his lungs, and dropped his lightsaber.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force: Chapter 5