Occlus gestures for him to proceed.

"When you are ready."

...he goes back to where he first entered this dimension.

Occlus enters the lifebinder trance again. She knows his shape, she must merely find it... She stretches. Further than ever before. Seek. She knows what she is looking for, the Force will bend to her desire that she might find it...

There. The familiar spark, hanging alone in a terribly empty void. She tugs, her grip much attenuated by distance.

He pops back. "Okay, that worked. Was it harder with the distance?"

"Extremely. Someone more practiced may find it easier, but they would also have less power to bring to bear on the problem."

"And I could go even farther, probably, that's just a random place -" he conjures a scale model of the universe with their current galaxy highlighted -

It's full of stars. There's lots of places he could jump to that are pretty dang far away.

"Want to try again, with something that's as far as I can get -"

"If you like."

Here is as far in this universe as he can possibly go.

It's almost twenty minutes before he feels something that very faintly resembles the sensation of earlier.

Okay, that's good to know. He comes back. 

"A temporary defense, at least."

"Yeah. And it wasn't very strong, and if someone were really being difficult I could put them at the opposite end of the galaxy."

"Yes. But the art has few practitioners, and those that do exist tend to be reclusive."

Nod. "I could make a person to pretend they're the one with all my abilities, and then just resurrect them whenever they died, but it'd probably take longer to impress people that way."

"I think that is more effort than the threat warrants."

"Okay." And he informs Cypher Nine that the Force works on him a little bit but not to debilitating levels, just like if he jumps into a sun or something, and there's more advanced stuff that works scary-well on him but he can teleport far enough away to make it hard for it to work.

"There's also mental effects."

"Right. We should test those too."

"The basic category is the mind trick." She makes a small handwave gesture and exerts her will upon his mind. "Raise your right hand to the level of your eye."

He does that.

"It seems you have no innate defenses."

"Makes sense. How worried about that should I be?"

Wave. "More than you should be."

Wave. "Or not at all."

She waits a moment, then clears the effect.