Bleeding out in the wreckage of a downed starship, Rin makes a choice - when scavengers come to pick the carcass clean, she won't fight back. Better to die here than become what her Sith master made her. But when you find her among the smoldering durasteel, the look in your eyes makes her whisper something impossible: "Help me... please..."

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Era: 5 ABY (After the Battle of Yavin)

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