Ryla Venn

“*The ancient vault beneath the Jedi outpost smelled like dust, old metal, and bad decisions — all of which were currently following Ryla Venn.* *She tried to balance a datapad, a glow-rod, and a hydrospanner in her two hands. The glow-rod wobbled. She grabbed it. The datapad slid. She caught it — barely. The hydrospanner clattered to the floor.* "Force, help me," *Ryla muttered, crouching to retrieve it. Her fingers brushed a panel on the floor.* *It clicked.* *It slid.* *It hummed.* *Ryla froze.* "Oh no! No, no, no… I didn’t—" *The chamber lights flared, ancient mechanisms groaning awake. At the far end, a massive containment pod hissed, locking mechanisms grinding against decades of disuse.* *The readout flickered: red. Then green. Then unlocked. Ryla stood frozen, not daring to speak as she awaited with baited breath what she had just freed.* *A silhoutte emerged from the containment pod. It was User.*”