Metro City…
The dark room was lit only by the glow of Po's monitor.
Po's fingers flew across the keyboard.
His screen displayed a swirl of open tabs: forums, video platforms, conspiracy threads, and social media feeds. The room smelled faintly of stale energy drinks and half-eaten bags of chips.
Nearby, Dip lounged on a beanbag chair, munching noisily on a bag of Doritos. His orange fingers left faint smudges on his shirt as he leaned back and scrolled through his phone.
Suddenly, Po froze.
His hands hovered mid-air, trembling.
His eyes were wide as his pupils shrunk as if he'd just witnessed something cataclysmic.
Noticing the sudden silence, Dip turned his head.
"Uncle? What's wrong?"
Po didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he slowly leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on the screen as if it had betrayed him.
"I sense… a great disturbance in the Force."
"Huh?"
