[ the force feels strange here. like a whisper, a faded image. it screams abandonment and lost, and static. he inhales and goes further into the room. it's littered with knocked over lockers, boxes made for personal use and equipment he's not familiar with.

he pries a locker open with the force, curiously peeking in to find nothing of value. he moves on to the next one and repeats ]

Hey - [ he looks over his shoulder, his eyes landing on that rifle she carries ] I think I found something that might work for that.

[ he digs out the power cell amongst the scraps and hands it to her. it's dusty but unused ] It's been sitting here for a while, but it could still work.