Note!

"In Ruik, a small commuter town there was a stir amongst its usually quiet locals. They didn't really like shuttles but this one had crashed landed but, with only-"

"what do you wish for? Credits?" "No, I can make those from work but what's the wisest wish I could ask for?"

What's the limit of imagination? The limit of ourselves? What is the stretches of fate? Or is all just bound to fall apart?

(Starwars AU, OC as main character)