When my body finally was completely out of my mother I again heard the voice of the man procliming: „Congratiulations, dear, it’s a girl!“

Yes I requested to be born as a girl. I had already lived a life as a guy, now I wanted to know what it’s like to be a girl.

But dear? It seemed like the one delivering me was my father, meaning my father must have been a doctor. I felt something soft and warm being wrapped around me before I was laid on something really comfortable, must have been mother. I felt a strong hunger and knew what would come next. Like I suspected the next moment something squishy was shoved into my mouth and by reflex I began sucking, being rewarded with sweet, warm milk filling up my stomach.

A little delayed I realized, that my parents where speaking english, seemed like the saying was right, english really is the universal language.

During my meal I heard my mothers concerned exclamation: „She’s a nekomata! We won’t be able to raise her on cathar.“

Being a Nekomata would have its advantages, better sense of hearing, smelling and even nightvision for example and they were ‚It’s we now‘ I thought, we were damn cute.

„There must be a way, we can’t leave cathar, we won’t be able to care for her while being hunted by just about every single law enforcing organisation in the galaxy! I’m sure they won’t kill a baby just for being of the same race as the tyrant thousands of years ago“ father objected, bringing me to the conclusion, that either my father or both my parents were big time criminals and that my new race obviously was hunted on the planet of cathar. Best starting conditions ever. Not.

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Mother frightfully explained: „You don’t have any idea of the fear and hatred my species has for nekomata! After the death of the tyrant there have only been two other cases of a nekomata being born and both of them were killed right after their birth! I won’t let them do that to Shira!“

So my name was Shira, short and easy to remember, I could get used to it. 

„We won’t be able to flee, if we leave cathar …“ father began, but mother interrupted him: „She’s force sensitive!“ „what?“ „in the last few months sometimes things began to fly around on their own, if we bring her to coruscant the Jedi will care for her.“

‚There it‘s confirmed. I’m in star wars‘ I thought. Really it’s a lucky draw. I had always wanted to be a jedi and if I were to become a jedi, I would be able to improve, without having to worry about getting a job, living expenses or anything else, in other words the perfect setting for growth.

„If we bring her to the jedi, we will never be able to see her again!“ my father protested.

„But at least she will live. Please Marcus.“ Now mother was pleading.

After a short break I heard father sigh in defeat. „Alright, but how do we get to coruscant? You can’t leave this short after pregnancy and I can’t leave without getting imprisoned or possibly killed.“

In the silence that followed I felt that my stomach was full and stopped sucking, only to feel sleep take over. Finally I would see Luna again.

Before passing out, I heard mother’s voice: „Well we’ll have to call them.“

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