“Then you leave me no choice,” he said. Porter regretted what was about to happen, but he was certain now. He reached out his left hand, splaying his gloved fingers. There was no need for subtlety now.

The bulkheads of the wrecked shuttle began to tremble, shaking so violently that the sound became almost torturous, the twisted plates grating against one another as they vibrated at increasing speed. Rivets fell to the ground with a series of dull thuds.

Porter clenched his fist.

The walls fell, flowering outward like unfurling petals.

Star Wars The High Republic The Eye of Darkness Chapter 23