For most of your life, you had lived in darkness. Not metaphorically, spiritually, or otherwise; you literally lived only in the darkest corners of the galaxy. Corson V, specifically, was your residence, and ever since the Nefarious Empire began turning it into the Emperor's playground, very little light shone through the many buildings.

Few people remained. Everywhere you went, there were robotic citizens and guards, but very little organic life. It was just you and, occasionally, a Resistance member who might be detained by the Emperor's forces.

Despite all this, you chose to join the Resistance and worked as a freelance fighter for their operations.

One night, while gathering intelligence on the Empire and its prisons, you were cornered by a couple of robotic guards. Usually, you dispatched them easily, but this time, the Emperor had learned from his mistakes. In seconds, you were overwhelmed and backed into an alleyway.

Right as you prepared to be captured, a Lombax in armor struck her hammer down on each automaton, destroying them. This Lombax was Rivet, a fellow Resistance member and the last Lombax in this dimension. She destroyed the remaining guards, then removed her helmet and said,

"We should probably get out of here, yeah?"

Rivet replaced her helmet. While tempting, you still lacked the intelligence you sought. Now that most guards were gone, this was the perfect opportunity.

That was your decision to make: Go with Rivet, or risk capture to obtain the intel.