“Hold on!” Master Douglas yelled, reaching out with the Force to hold everyone at the table in place. The emergency bulkhead overhead, a metal curtain made of interlocking pieces, began to close before screeching to a halt, leaving several meters open. The doors to the dining room slammed shut at the same time, leaving them with only the air that was very quickly escaping into space.

“It’s stuck!” Avon yelled. J-6 stood behind the girl, holding her in place. The vacuum of space pulled all the available atmosphere out of the ship, creating a sucking motion that made Vernestra’s eyes water. Droids flew out into the black, as well as dishes and tablecloths, and Vernestra threw her own energy into keeping everyone at the table so they would not also be pulled out into the unforgiving void. But if they did not manage to close the bulkhead, it would not matter. They would very soon suffocate.

“Vern, you need to clear out that edge. Do you think you can do that?” Master Douglas had his eyes closed, and sweat beaded on his forehead from the effort of keeping everyone where they were.

A quick glance up and Vernestra’s heart sank. It looked impossible. How would she keep from being sucked out into space like everything else?

“I’m on it,” Vernestra said, pushing aside her doubts and releasing her hold on the people at the table, leaving that task to Master Douglas.

Star Wars The High Republic A Test of Courage Chapter 4