Free Into the Void: Star Wars (Dawn of the Jedi) by Tim Lebbon

Force his way, her
     clawed hand closingslowly as she struggled to grasp him. But there were too many other people around,
     and the panic was too great.
    More laser blasts erupted from the interior lobby of the mooring platform, and more
     screams.
    Lanoree used the Force to increase her speed, willing her muscles to stretch and contract
     faster, pumping her arms, pushing blood through her veins. There were a hundred travelers
     and merchants in the lobby, and two people were on the ground with blood spattered
     around them, others rushing to help. But she saw the Noghri immediately.
    He was plugging the device into a comm column. He glanced back over his shoulder but
     did not raise his blaster.
    More concerned with sending whatever he has to send
, she thought. And as she ran at him she reached for the comm column, probing, frowning
     in concentration. She had to stop him sending, and if—
    She heard the dry cough of a blaster and raised her sword, and it was only that instinctive
     reaction that saved her. The shot struck the sword and she stumbled backward, then
     fell, her weapon clanging against the marble floor. She still grasped its haft—she
     would never let it go—and she could feel the heat dispersing from the exquisite blade.
    Lanoree shoved, and forty paces away the Noghri was lifted from his feet and smashed
     back against a wall. The blaster dropped from his hand and skittered away across the
     floor.
    The crowd of people had scattered and hidden as well as they could, leaving only the
     two shot people behind. Lanoree sensed that they were both dead.
    Anger throbbed through her but she reined it in. It would feed her action, but it
     could also cloud her senses. Using the Force while harboring rage could upset the
     balance within her, and that would lead to mistakes.
    She jumped to her feet, and she was the only person standing.
    “Stay down!” she shouted. She held out her hand and Force-pressed her observer to
     the ground. Heard him gasping for air. Pressed a little harder.
    Walking forward, sword held protectively before her, Lanoree glanced at the comm column
     and the device he had attached there.
    A flurry of movement and she knew what was coming, lifting the sword to deflect the
     blast a blink before it came. Another followed.She shifted to the left and raised her blade to the right. The shot was swallowed
     by the hot metal.
    He’d been carrying a second, concealed blaster.
    Lanoree grunted in frustration, then reached out and lifted the Noghri above the ground,
     grasping him there, tight, tighter.
    “Drop it,” she said. Though quiet, her voice carried all across the open lobby.
    He dropped the weapon. She raised him even higher … then let go.
    The sound of breaking bone as he struck the ground was followed by the collective
     gasps of those watching.
    Lanoree ran to him. He was writhing, his gray-skinned leg twisted, protruding bone
     visible beneath his loose robe. Keeping an eye on his big, clawed hands and feet,
     and conscious of the Noghri’s reputation as fighters and killers, she kept her sword
     drawn in case he had other concealed weapons. And as she knelt by his side, she reached
     for his mask.
    “Hold him!” someone called. Militia. Lanoree cursed inwardly, knowing that this would
     now get complicated. She wanted to get him somewhere quiet to interrogate him, and
     handing him over to Kalimahr militia would gain her nothing. She sighed and looked
     up at the two uniformed women running her way, wondering if she could persuade them
     otherwise.
    “He shot them and just—”
    “She chased him in here, and she
threw
him, she must be
Je’daii
and—”
    “Dead, my brother’s
dead
, and leaking his brains all across—”
    There was a flood of voices as terrified people started speaking around the edges
     of the concourse. And in that cacophony, one shout from a child that saved Lanoree’s
     life.
    “Look out!”
    As she looked back down at the injured Noghri, she