He fingered the strand of synthsilk as he dived farther into the darkness of the passage, hastening
toward its end. The rectangle of dim light grew ever larger. It was hypnotic, so much so that when
he reached the aperture, Tesla very nearly stepped across the threshold to his death. The floor
beneath his feet ended abruptly, and he had a momentary impression of a gaping chasm hemmed
by unending walls and a drop into sheer nothingness.
His reflexes were such that he was able to catch himself, but it was the wind that saved him, not the
Force. A veritable maelstrom spiraled up from the abyss, ripping his cowl from his head and lifting
him bodily, tossing him backward into the tunnel like a piece of chaff.
He lay against the wall of the tunnel for a moment, heart hammering, breath corning in short,
staccato bursts that echoed harshly against the stone of the walls. Then he picked himself up and
approached the end of the tunnel with care. He poked his head through the door to nowhere and
looked out.
Above was a pale blur of eternal twilight. Below, he could see the vertical flank of the cloudcutter
through which the tunnel bore disappear into darkness. Hundreds of yards away across the chasm
stood another cloudcutter, its broad flanks sweating dank grime.
There was no one in sight and no place anyone could have gone. Anyone except a Jedi.
He looked up, reaching out with his Force sense. He stretched across to the far building. He angled
a look down.
And there it was, far below and to his right: that tiny point of light, the barest whiff of the perfume
of power, the merest tinkle of sound. Hair rose up on his half-shaven head and down the backs of
his arms. He smiled. Good try, Jedi, he thought, and stepped from the aperture into thin air.
The Force lowered him like an invisible turbolift. The violent updrafts of the abyss buffeted him
occasionally, tearing at his robes, but still he rode silently, swiftly, his senses on that spot where
one building ended and another began. The target had paused there below but suddenly began to
move again, away from the chasm.

Star Wars: Coruscant Nights III: Patterns of Force: Chapter 5