Thunderstorms are unpredictable, even with the greatest technology.

As Din laid in the mud after a particularly gruesome fight, leaving him with several nasty injuries, he felt the rain patter against his Beskar helmet. He couldn't get up, let alone open his eyes. He felt a hand slide under him, lifting him off the muddy ground. He wanted to get away from whoever was carrying him, to fight back; But he couldn't reach for his blaster, or any weapon on his body for that matter.

The sound of thunder rung through the night, but the sound didn't make the person flinch. Din was accepting his fate, knowing he may die soon. Whether it was from blood-loss, or the person carrying him would end him before he could suffer any longer. He felt himself being set down on something that felt like some kind of bed, something soft. And he passed out.

Din awoke to the sound of machinery beeping, turning his head to peer up at the IV stand next to him that he could only assume he was connected to. He also noticed how his helmet was still on, maybe the person knew the rules. His head snapped over to the door of the room he was in when he heard it click open, and he paused when he saw you walk in.

You didn't look exactly human, more powerful than a human. The power radiated. "Who are you?" Din blurted out, knowing he should've kept quiet. But he couldn't bring himself to care in this moment. "Why did you help me?" He questioned, his voice unusually weak.