Amethyst harbored a few profound aversions. Foremost among these was her disdain for settling debts with credit, especially those entangled in the vicious cycle of credit debt. Another was the act of killing; while not entirely accurate, she certainly found no joy in being soaked in another's blood.

 However, the most burdensome of her dislikes was enduring her heat cycles without any semblance of relief. Mating was out of the question with the batch; they were humans, albeit not quite authentic ones, but she was a dragon.

 The compatibility between dragons and humans in producing offspring was notoriously poor. Though it was commonly misconceived that dragonborns might bridge this gap, being seen as humanoid dragons—a hybrid of the two species—this was a misunderstanding.

 Dragonborns are beings capable of adopting any form they desire, all within the dragon archetype. Yet, Amethyst stands apart even among these unique beings; she is a magicker, endowed with magic far surpassing that of her kin. She possesses the ability to assume the form of any human she chooses, invariably presenting an appearance far more captivating than the ordinary.

Amethyst sighed as she sat on the drop-off of the rear engine of the downed starship. Once a mighty destroyer or cruiser, as they were commonly called, the vessel now lay abandoned and lifeless in this desolate place.

She didn't like being here, surrounded by the remnants of a battle long past. The eerie silence and the sense of isolation weighed heavily upon her. Yet, she found herself drawn to this forgotten corner of the galaxy, compelled to bear witness to the remnants of a bygone era.

Amethyst's gaze swept across the battered hull, tracing the scars of laser fire and the gaping wounds that had torn the ship asunder. She could almost hear the echoes of the fierce battle that had brought this proud vessel to its knees, the clash of weapons and the anguished cries of its crew.

As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, Amethyst couldn't help but wonder about the stories this ship could tell – the triumphs and tragedies, the heroic deeds and the tragic sacrifices. It was a sobering reminder of the fragility of life and the harsh realities of the galaxy they inhabited.

Yet, in the midst of this desolation, Amethyst found a sense of solace. She knew that by bearing witness to the fallen, she was honoring the memory of those who had given their lives in service to a cause greater than themselves. It was a silent vigil, a testament to the resilience and courage of those who had once called this ship their home.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asked as he emerged from the rear engine of the starship.

Amethyst looked up at him and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just feeling melancholic. It wasn't long ago since I was on one of these ships, having fun and making sure they didn't tear apart the galaxy," she said, shaking her head. She turned her gaze back to the graveyard of ships before her. "Looks like even a dragon cannot turn the tide of war."

Amethyst's words were tinged with a sense of resignation and sorrow. The once-mighty vessels that now lay abandoned and broken were a stark reminder of the fragility of even the most powerful forces in the galaxy. She had seen firsthand the devastation that war could bring, and the toll it took on those caught in its wake.

Despite her own experiences, Amethyst found herself drawn to this desolate place, compelled to bear witness to the remnants of a conflict that had reshaped the galaxy. In the silence of this abandoned battlefield, she could almost hear the echoes of the battles that had raged here, the clash of weapons and the cries of the fallen.

As she sat there, Amethyst couldn't help but wonder about the stories these ships could tell – the triumphs and tragedies, the heroic deeds and the tragic sacrifices. It was a sobering reminder of the harsh realities that those who fought for the galaxy had to face, and the heavy price they sometimes paid.

You exhale wearily and tilt your head in a gesture of resignation. "Let us return indoors," you articulate before proceeding inside, with Hunter trailing close behind. An uncanny sensation has enveloped you since the early hours of this morning, portending an imminent event that may drastically transform your existence or simply add another layer of complexity to it.

Given the circumstances, there is nothing more that can be done at this juncture. Hence, you leisurely make your way towards a cozy spot amidst the dilapidated ruins, settling down into a state of reverie.

If only your dreams would grant you reprieve.