Luke looked out at the incoming pirates, a sudden tightening sensation in his stomach. There were many options, of course. He could reach out with the Force and damage the ships' control surfaces, crippling them. He might even be able to wrench off whole hull plates or deform the weapons emplacements, tearing them apart with the Force alone. Or he could simply reach inside to the crews' minds, turning them into helpless observers or even forcing them to surrender. For a Jedi Master with the Force as his ally, there were no limits. No limits at all.
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"Han, what is it about me the Diamala don't like? I really need to know."
There was a short pause. "Well, to put it in a spreyshell . . . They don't trust you."
"Why not?"
"Because you're too powerful." Han said. "At least, according to them. They claim that Jedi who use as much power as you do always end up slipping to the dark side."
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. . . And then there was Callista. A woman he'd loved . . . Who had run away from him because his power had somehow intimidated and frightened her.