Prologue

Hi, my name's Jack Stones.

I am what you would call a Star Wars nerd.

Even though that don't picture some overweight kid with glasses.

I'm not your average nerd.

At the age of 25.

I am 6'7" so I would say pretty good.

Anyway, I was just going home from the latest Star Wars Rise of the Skywalker and I don't know what to say.

Even with Palpatine, the movie wasn't that good.

As I was nearing my home I heard the revving of an engine.

It was the fucking Truck-Kun.

I ran as never before in my life.

Until I finally got to the front stairs of my home.

I thought that I was safe but I was wrong.

When I was nearing the door of my apartment building I tripped on the stairs and at the same time as I was in the air.

Truck-kun rammed me.

Then I remember black all around me.

Only black nothing else.

After a few hours of waiting in the pitch-black witch, I confess was scary.

Someone appeared in front of me.

"Hey, there young' un." The figure said.

"Who are you?" I asked the figure.

"Well, that's a tricky question.

I am nothing yet I am something.

Well, let's just say I am some sort of celestial being." He answers.

"So ROB." I ask.

"Yes." He answers.

"Alright, and what am I doing here?" I ask.

"Well, normally you would get reincarnated in the world that truck-kun chose before he killed you.

But because you were supposed to die by the fall from the stairs and not by truck-kun you can choose a world where you will be reincarnated." He says.

"Does Star Wars Universum exist?" I ask him.

"Yes.

I take it you choose that as your world.

Now onto your wishes."

"Wait I get wishes"

"Yes.

Five of them.

Three from truck-kun and two from me." He tells me.

"Alright, can I ask if appearance and race and time I am reborn is counted as a wish."

"No, they are requests."

"Ok so my first wish will be super comprehension

My second wish will be a super talent

Third the highest count of medi-chlorians

Four being able to use dark side of the force without being affected

And lastly being able to control my lifespan and of the people around me(Pseudo Immortality)" I tell him.

"Ok as a bonus I will throw in lottery systems.

Don't worry it will not have any will or give you missions.

As I am lazy to explain it I will give you a synopsis of it after you are reborn.

Also, you will regain your memories after you achieve the age of four." He says

"Thanks now onto my race I would like to Hapan/Zeltron hybrid and if possible to be Mandalorian as it was said that it is more of moral and cultural thing than race thing.

My appearance or charm if you would I want a toned-down version of senior venerable white.

And time of my rebirth I want to be born 3681 BBY" I say.

"Well alright, happy New life." He says as he snaps his fingers and I get surrounded by a white light.

"Let's hope I will get at least some entertainment from this." ROB says but I don't hear him anymore.

(Well and that's the prologue

I will try to post two chapters tomorrow but I am not promising anything.

Hope you will enjoy the upcoming story.)