Beckoning to P3-7A, Rooper took a cautious step onto the heap of trash. It shifted beneath her feet. She winced, then took another step, and another, seeking balance with every movement, just as she’d been trained in the practice rooms at the temple. She steadied her breathing. In and out. In and out. This time—for the first time that day—she felt the Force responding as it always had before, rushing through and around her, filling the world with vibrant color. She could feel the path ahead of her, knew instinctively where to place her feet. She felt this with a surety driven not by arrogance but by peace. She was doing what she was supposed to do. Lightly, Rooper skipped over the hunks of broken machinery and nests of wires, the fragments of hull plating and damaged silo pumps. P3-7A drifted along quietly beside her, and the hiss of his thrusters was the only sound in the cavern, save for the satisfied snorting of the sleeping beast.

Star Wars The High Republic Tales of Light and Life "Shield of the Jedi"