[Cut to: Uzi’s Hideout]

The scene cuts to a small, hidden base—cracked walls, flickering lights, and a sense of quiet rebellion. Inside, Uzi is hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a device, her face illuminated by the faint glow of a terminal. She looks up, her sharp gaze scanning the room. Something feels off.

Uzi (whispering to herself): ' I swear I heard something… '

A soft metallic scraping sound echoes in the distance. Uzi’s eyes narrow. She stands and moves toward the window, peering out into the eerie calm of the planet’s surface. A shadow moves just beyond her line of sight.

Uzi: ' It’s him... '

She grabs a weapon from the nearby table—an energy rifle, sleek and well-worn—and heads toward the exit.