The Aerialwalk, which shed seen performed by a priestess of the Singing Mountain during her last pilgrimage to Jedha City, took every bit of her concentration.
Gella's heartbeat slowed to the rhythm of her deep breaths. Every bit of her body was buoyed by the Force, a contradiction of sensations-adrift yet anchored, steady yet in motion. She was a moment and somehow infinite.
She took another step, now standing completely sideways. Slowly, she extended her arms outward, keeping her palms up, and telt the hirst tremble in her muscles. Focus, she reminded herselt. She kept her eyes trained on the marbled blue and white light from the viewport. Her travels with the Order had taken her to oceanic worlds, across moun-lain valleys, and into cities hovering in the clouds. But there was something about hyperspace that humbled her like nothing else. Meditating while in hyperspace was like being buried within light, within the Force itself. There, and then gone. A blink of an eye, a star, a life.
She inhaled once more, then felt the presence before the door to the cargo hold hissed open.

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