INT. FALCON WORKSHOP – NIGHT

The stars outside shimmer beyond the viewport, silent witnesses to the galaxy’s newest war and oldest wounds. Inside, the Millennium Falcon’s workshop glows in the soft hum of lights. Tools are scattered, wires dangle, and two figures stand shoulder to shoulder.

SABINE WREN, paint on her fingers, hair tied back, sketches a redesign of Rey’s lightsaber on a datapad.

SHIN HATI, her sleeves rolled, observes her quietly, chin in her hand.

"Sooo... why silver and gold? Of all colours for the hilt?" Sabine asked casually, pausing to take a swig of her beer.