Welcome; To The Dark Side

Welcome; To The Dark Side

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Not long ago in a distant galaxy on the planet of Hoth there lives a thirteen year old girl named Rayn. Rayn lives with her mother and family droid LP.24, everyday is the same, on her home planet. She helps her mother make ends meet by working at an ammunition factory on Hoth. Her mother is a pilot for the Resistance, marking her mother a bigger hero that she seems to be. Her job helps her mother or at least that seems to motivate Rayn to go to work every day on that cold miserable planet. But as days go by, Rayn gets used to this, "life" that she has. Earning her the name, girl that works at an ammo factory that has a Resistance pilot as a mother. To Rayn this is a mark of shame that scars her entire being. ************************** After months of being, well a half adult, Rayn finds something she would have never found before in a scrap pile at the factory witch changed her life entirely.
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