In the warm darkness I could hear a constant deep resounding beat
Thump!
Thump!
It was calming cuppled with the warmth I became sleepy again and my consciounsness drifted of into the dark void of sleep.
The next time I awoke I was getting shifted and shoved through the darkness.
This continued for a while until I could see a light.
The light came closer and closer.
And then it started to hurt and my head got squeezed.
It was quiet painfull.(obviously)
No wonder babies cry when they are born!
And suddenly I was in the light.
After the comfortable warmth the cold air was shocking.
The cold, the blinding light stabing into my eyes and my hurting head urged me to cry.
I however was a stubbern one and had been in my last life aswell so I fought back the tears and tried to force a smile onto my face.
"The first one is a boy my Lady." An emotionless robotic voice said.
"His name shall hence forth be Straite Varm!
Let's hope he will be as tough when he grows up as he pretendes ro be now." A melodic and charming voice- who I guessed to be my mothers- sounded.
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The robot holding me presented me to her soon after.
And I must say I am quiet lucky to have such a beatyfull mother -she had long, soft-looking, black, straight hair a symetrical face, sharp eyebrows, high cheekbones, four short, ring adorned tentacles hanging from her chin, golden coloured eyes with blood red edging and beautifull dark red skin- even if my father was looking like a hut I couldn't possibly be ugly.
Hey hold on a moment
STRAITE!
FUCKING STRAITE?
Don't tell me my mother just named me Straite!
Well that's ironic!
Let's hope that my sibling gets a name equally worse to mine.
"It's another boy my Lady." The medi-bot anounced.
" His name shall hence forth be Jazen Varm!
'Oooohhhhhh great!
Why does my brother get to have a cool name like Jazen while I have to be Straite! ( Pun intended )
Couldn't my mother have named him Gay or something?
At least that name would match mine a lot better.
"Now go and get my weakling of husband in here!" Mother ordered the droid.
The droid left the room and shortly after the door opened again to let a handsome middleaged man with bushy eybrows, a sharp chin, high cheekbones, golden eyes, short black hair, two chin tentacles and dark red skin in.
"You called me Ellona?" Who I presumed to be my father asked.
"Yes Thomas! Now get in here and test their Midi-chlorian count and you better pray it's not worse than mine because of your weak genes!
If Darth Tarion wasn't your father and if I didn't need the alliance with him to stabalize my position as a council member I would have never married a weakling like you!" Mother shouted.
Father quickly obeyed her order and went to check my brothers Midi-chlorian count
"IT'S OVER 9000!" my father screamed
"HOW MUCH OVER 9000 AND DON'T YOU DARE SCREAM AT ME!!!" my morher shouted in return
"Sorry it's 14369 to be precise!"
"Well you seem to be able to at least produce acceptable children.
Now tell me Straites count!" Mother ordered
He walked over to me and took a blood sample from me.
His eyes widened from suprise and shock at seeing the result of the test.
"TELL ME HOW. MANY. MIDI-CHLORIANS. DOES. HE. HAVE?" bellowed my mother
"........
Well ...........
It's..........."