Gella was attempting the Aerialwalk once again. She sank into the hold of the Force, envisioned her body stretched out within a sphere, and walked with a clear mind. With every step, she tried but failed to keep images from squirming into the forefront. The viceroy's anger, like greasy maggots festering in rotten ground. The white-and-red light of Bly Tevin's exploding ship. The dark woods of Orvax and the screams of her crew. A distant sensation trying to break through, racing toward her, but obscured.
She sucked in a sharp breath and toppled onto her back. Less graceful than when Enya had interrupted her, but at least no one was around to witness.

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