A/N: title is too long but it's actually supposed to be: Hello smoothie of unfortunate life choises, please fuck off

He blinked his eyes open.

He blinked his eyes open.

Which was strange. Having eyes and a body again, feeling them again. He remembers not having them. Now it felt too much. Like just the feeling of having a body in itself was already too overwhelming. Like that short time he spent dead was actually an eternity and being alive was something in the distant past he could barely remember. Could barely get used to it.

The soft light hit his eyes and it almost felt like it was blinding. The cloth on his body was too much like it was scrubbing his skin off. And the sounds around him were way too loud. Everything felt like an overstimulated mixture focused on making him feel miserable.

He felt uncomfortable. He felt alien to his own skin, alien to the concept of being alive. Like it just didn't fit anymore. As if he was meant to stay dead and this occurrence of not being dead was rejected by his own self. By his own being.

[Welcome PLAYER!]

[Do you want to read the System Manual?]

He focused on the words. Because he would spiral if he didn't. Why yes, he did want to read the manual of this new life.

He nodded before he could stop himself, the whole world just muted around him. Greying out till only the words before him stood out. It reminded him of the nothingness of before. And that was a little comforting. A little bit. Like he was almost dead again but not quite, like he could finally breathe in and adjust to being alive in this muted environment without that much stimuli. He could almost pretend he wasn't even alive at all. Because somehow that was equally as comforting.

His surroundings were unimportant for now. This system that was going to dictate his new life took priority.

[Welcome to the Systems manual!]

[There are several ways the system works, the system can get triggered into its menu by intent. You know you want the menu, we know you want the menu. Let's not make it annoying for us all.]

[The menu has 5 options. Inventory, skills, character sheet, location and missions.]

[Inventory is basically a cool little space you use. A personal void pocket. You are now a magician, with a literal trick up your sleeve! This message is trademarked and cannot be copied. We will sue you.]

[Skills is the place where you get to look at your skills and your perks. You could also look at your disadvantages but why focus on the negative things in life? Anyways, it explains what you can do and how exactly your new cool powers work. Not your force sensitivity though, that's all for you to figure out. You are after all in a Jedi temple.]

[Character sheet is for your convenience! Who are you? What is your age? Who are your parents? Trick question, you chose Problematic heritage so you'll only discover that later on. Just the usual information you gotta know. You also get to see a little mini version of yourself. Ain't that neat?]

[Location is put in to help you navigate where you are. This is because of the fact that you chose Instant Teleportation as one of your skills. You now have the map of the galaxy or whatever. Many would kill for that knowledge. So maybe don't be an overshare.]

[Misisons, since you chose the system, you get these nifty and cool missions. Of course, you can refuse them, but do you really wanna pass on all the cool rewards you can get? There's gonna be some really cool stuff. And very dangerous missions. Tough luck.]

Why was the system so fucking sarcastic? Was it because it was tailored for him? Sure he likes being sarcastic, but not when it's aimed at himself! Or maybe he did, it was a little funny.

He wanted to go past each option and analyse what exactly the system had in store for him. What this all meant for him exactly.

[Inventory selected]

[This is your inventory. Each slot can hold a single object. Though if you put things in a bag and place the bag in the slot then that only holds 1 slot, you can't access what's inside said bag without taking the bag out. So be smart!]

[You only have 5 slots. Whoever knows how you'll get more, you sure don't.]

The inventory looked like a normal game sheet with slots for items. He only had five so it wasn't like he could make a pocket dimension.

But if he utilizes his resources smartly, he could keep a lot on himself. He could steal so much just by putting things in his slots without there ever being any evidence of the crime. Not that he would, well maybe if it was an emergency.

There were no height, weight or width limits on the slots. As far as he knew each slot was a limitless space for an item.

Could he put a building in a slot? He needed to find that out. If so, could he put an entire planet into a slot? What would be the limit the system would impose on him?

He really really couldn't wait to find out.

Now, what about the next option? Skills?

[Selecting skills…]

[You have several skills, perks and disadvantages. But now the system will explain them a little more in-depth. Just for you.]

Well obviously he does have skills, he did select them.

Oh, maybe he can understand why the system would choose sarcasm to tailor it to him. He can't even go without being sarcastic for 5 minutes.

[Skills:]

[Force sensitive: Congrats! You are now force sensitive, your Midi-chlorian count is 11.000. You will automatically start in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.]

[You will have to become and learn to be a Padawan yourself. The system is not handing you a shortcut. Well, not entirely. You do have access to easy explanations each time you discover something new! And maybe one day you'll find one of those mythical scrolls that definitely exist and immediately know everything.]

[You can choose another path if you want to. The system doesn't recommend this though. Sith are quite stingy.]

Well, that's not very reassuring.

But the option looks like it speaks for itself. He does wonder if the explanations would have clear instructions or if they were easy for the system itself. He imagines the difference would be very stark.

He still doesn't have a clue about the Midi-chlorian thing.

[System: Can't get enough of this? Live life with a system tailored to your personality and comfort!]

[The system is pretty sure you're already figuring out how this works. There is no levelling system or numbers though. All your achievements will be kept stored in an easier way for you to understand by using the terms: Beginner, novice, average, advanced, and professional.]

[Each term is gained when you advance your skills or advantages that you can advance. No, you can't actually advance all your advantages. Boohoo.]

[No, we will not bother you with numbers or tell you how exactly you advance your term. That's for you to figure out. Sounds rough buddy.]

Oh, thank the fucking stars he doesn't have to do math. He despises math. It's the worst.

No, that's a little unfair to math. He does like math, in the way people like puzzles. It's just that he's not smart enough for said puzzles. So, he's glad he doesn't have to work with numbers and gets words instead.

Wait. Does he have to relearn math again? Is it going to be harder since they're in space and technology is all advanced? Oh fuck does he have to retake his calculus exams? He barely passed the first time, he can't do it again.

He looks back at the words floating in front of him to avoid another breakdown. Which also makes him notice how he can move in this void-like state. Which is interesting. Will he appear in the same spot if he unfreezes?

No, words. Information first, experiments later.

Beginner, novice, average, advanced, and professional. 5 titles, levels even. He kinda gets the way that each level literally states how far along he is in something. Beginner as in literally just begun. Novice worked on it but was new to everything still. Average, just average at whatever he's doing. It's like the middle level. Advanced is just better than average but not the best yet. Professional just means he's good enough at something.

This is great, this is doable. He can understand words and their meanings. Honestly, he should be offended the system thinks he's not that smart, but the system is right so he's not that offended.

[Instant teleportation: Don't want to wait to travel? Just teleport! This includes a map of the whole universe. All of it.]

[It's literally what it says on the tin, what do you want the system to say? The mini-map is ingrained into you but to prevent your mind from combusting it just appears to you as a little map you can zoom in and out of.]

[The mini-map is always there when you need it. You summon it the same way as the system itself, with intent. You can now win at any Jeopardy topography questions, how neat!]

[Oh right, teleporting! Just get your map, intent on a place on said map and you can teleport to it. It sounds complicated are far more time-consuming than it actually is. Again you already know what the whole universe looks like, the map is there just so you don't melt your brain.]

The teleportation was so broken with the map. Besides the fact that he can go literally anywhere he wants with zero restrictions, he knows where everything is and what each place is called.

Though it doesn't necessarily mean he can survive anywhere and know what lives on each planet. Maybe he should think this through more. What use is knowledge he can't apply?

Wait how far can he zoom in and out? He has got to try out the minimap as soon as he can.

Okay, perks time.

[Perks:]

[All-Speak: You can now speak to anyone and every being that is capable of speech or something like that. Communication has never been easier!]

[There is literally nothing else to add. You can speak with all beings. What an extrovert ability for someone who is such an introvert.]

He's kinda seeing a pattern. Most of his abilities need to be tried out. Like, what is the 'Or something like that' of speech?

All limits need to be discovered. Which is honestly kinda annoying since he's a little lazy. But then again, he doesn't imagine that life as a child is going to be very entertaining, maybe this is a good thing. Keeping busy with this instead of what one plus one is.

[Shield: You have a mental shield for all your knowledge. No one can get past this shield.]

[Don't worry, no spoilers of your thoughts get leaked ever. You are not a franchise with leaks. Just a human that has no thoughts at all behind your eyes, to others that is. If someone looks into your mind they will only see emptiness.]

[While we could nitpick at what knowledge is, the system won't. No one can get past this shield, instead, they shall see nothing at all. It might be a little funny to imagine elevator music playing in what they see.]

[And as a shield does, the shield protects. So, unfortunately, no one can influence your thoughts or emotions. Though you won't know when they do either, that's a skill issue on your part, not ours.]

[Also since you choose to partner yourself up with a sentient power source that's your problem. You're gonna have to learn how to put up with that yourself.]

Okay, he said the teleportation map was broken but this has to be. With all the force things that can straight up manipulate people's minds, he gets a free pass without needing to do any effort.

Well. Maybe that's not actually that great, he's basically a null zone. He won't even notice if someone's trying to pull anything. Oh stars, he needs to learn that. And apparently how to protect his own brain from the force, because that's a fucking thing. That's sentient. Because why not.

That sounds like a lot of work, and he's not sure he wants that much work at all. Now it kinda sounds like more effort.

He makes such great life choices.

[Technology god: All Technology is easy to use for you. You are a true hacker now! You could even make a whole computer because of your knowledge. Nerd.]

[Literally, what do you want the system to say, it can't get clearer than that. You just know how to code and shit. You go figure that out. We don't want to talk about the insanity of coding, that's all for you to cry about.]

[Fine you can also now build stuff. Very tech savvy, we're sure all the old people will ask you to fix their computers now.]

He can code? He can code!

He remembers how difficult learning the basics of coding was on his own. And now he has all the knowledge already installed.

He's going to make all the coders in the universe so very angry.

Wait if he can build, would that imply he could get away with making a spaceship? Like a genuine one that can shoot lasers and can go into hyper-speed.

Okay, he acknowledges he's a nerd, a big one. But come on. Spaceships, that's the dream of anyone who thinks space is cool.

He's going into space. Holy shit. He's going into space. Oh, he should've picked a species that can survive in space without oxygen and freezing to death. What if he gets booted out of a spaceship? Actually, that's not that much of a problem considering he can teleport. But still.

Space!

He wants to at least witness a supernovae explosion. That would be the coolest ever.

God he can't wait to watch the stars. Fuck Earth, he's now entirely into this Star Wars thing. Hell yeah, he can watch the stars and teleport to cool new planets.

Once he grows up. Since he started as a child. Wait, how long would he need to wait before he could see the stars? He can't believe the one thing between him and the stars is literally being a toddler. That's just torture.

Okay, moving on. He's already made himself sad, time for the disadvantages.

[Disadvantages:]

[Child!: You begin life as a toddler.]

[Toddlers are aged between 1 to 3 years.]

[You're basically in a child's body what else could there be? Sure you still have your mental state with you, but your body's a toddler's. That's gonna suck for you.]

Yeah, he's not sure what he expected. It's going to suck a lot. What are toddler milestones anyways? Can he talk? Or is he in that awkward tripping over his own tongue phase? Not like he doesn't already do that when he gets flustered, and he gets flustered easily. Maybe he needs to learn how to chill the fuck out so he doesn't get flustered and stutter like in his last life.

Wait. Does he have all his teeth? Does he have to learn to walk? Oh shit.

On the other hand, no one's gonna be mad if he takes naps. And he can keep asking people why at all times. No one's gonna get weirded out by a toddler asking why.

Okay, they might get annoyed but that's combated by the fact he's a toddler. No good person gets mad at a toddler.

Also, not experiencing birth, that's a definite plus. He wasn't looking forward to it and he's so glad he gets to skip it.

[Authority problem: You are marked as a troublemaker by any type of authority.]

[You breathe and authority has an eye on you. They're faster to think you've caused trouble than to think you didn't. Regardless of your spotless record or not. You just seem like a troublemaker. You did not pass any vibe checks. Sorry not sorry!]

[Depending on your closeness with an authority figure this trait can lessen but it won't disappear.]

Honestly, he's pretty okay with that. He doesn't want to be the goody two shoes he was in his last life.

If all his classmates in his past life could pull their shit and not face consequences, he for sure can cause a small amount of chaos in this life. To keep it all from getting boring.

Okay, he just wants to actually experience what it's like to break rules instead of being too anxious to even think of breaking them. A new universe, new him. Or something. Is it more of a new life, new him, situation?

Wait, would his anxiety even carry over?

[Problematic heritage: You might find that your parents weren't really the Jedi Orders' friend.]

[Your parents are not the Jedi Orders' friends. Good luck finding out who they are. Not like you'd know, having barely watched the movies.]

Did the system just call him out for not watching the movies? Or looking at any of the comics and stuff?

Okay then. He's just getting judged right, left and centre by the thing that'll never get out of his life now.

Is he gonna get constantly judged now? Is the system gonna score his sleeping? Because he's got insomnia so there won't even really be anything to grade.

Okay, maybe he's being dramatic. A tad bit.

Moving on.

[Selecting Character sheet…]

[Character sheet:]

[Name: Tobi _]

[Age: 1 year old]

[Birth year: 46 BBY]

[Gender: Male]

[Occupation: Jedi youngling/creshling]

[Jedi clan: Heliost Clan]

Aww, a little child was floating next to the words. Wait, that's him.

Oh, he really doesn't look that different from when he was that age. Except for the eye colour and hair colour.

Wait, he's one year old. He's basically a baby. He thought he'd be at least a little bit older! This feels like a scam. Also, why birth year? Why no date? Oh right. Jedi temple kid with no known parents. Of course, he doesn't have a birthday. Maybe he can choose one? That would be kind of cool.

Who the fuck named him. Tobi? Really? He's half-convinced Naruto exists in this universe now. There's no way any parent with a train of thought would name their kid fucking Tobi. With an i. Toby, a perfectly normal and sound name. Tobias? A fancy version of said name. Tobi? Did someone misspell it when they wrote his name down to register it, did they do it on purpose to mess with him?

Maybe it means something to his parents. He's just not sure what. And seeing as he can't ask his parents anything either he's just a little vexed. He can't even make it a nickname either, the name is too short. He'll just have to live with being Tobi.

In the one universe where he could have a badass name that didn't sound Earth-ish, he has the most Earth-sounding first name ever.

He can't see his last name though. Maybe he could ask one of the Jedis or something. There must be at least one adult with brain cells around him. He's a toddler, if he doesn't have a functioning adult around him then that would be weird.

Literally, the only consolation here is that he's a Jedi. And he assumes a Jedi youngling is just a kid Jedi with no responsibilities. He's not doing paperwork for anyone. If they make him do any type of homework he's going to pretend to be illiterate. What the fuck even is a clan? He's not sure, is that the group they call Jedi children?

Wait, if he can speak any language, can he write it? Is there even an alphabet he knows to write? Wait, no. No, they can't do this to him. He really is illiterate. He can't read shit he doesn't know. Paperwork is the least of his problems right now.

How is he going to read any books?

He's going to deal with that. Later.

[Selecting Location…]

[Location: You can see your location here. A map and name of your location.]

[Location: Crèche, Jedi Temple, Coruscant.]

Okay, that's very basic.

But then the map popped up. And he couldn't think at all anymore because there were a lot of names, and places. A universe unfolding before his eyes, one with such intricate details that he kinda felt like he was seeing someone's life work or masterpiece.

He also kinda felt a headache because it was a lot of information rolling out that just kept going.

Why is the map not mini? His brain is going to melt. What's the next thing again?

[Selecting Missions…]

[Missions: Missions are events triggered by actions by you or someone in your surroundings. They could be goals or tasks you have to fulfil. Of course, you can refuse any mission. But would it be worth passing on the rewards you could get?]

[Rewards could be knowledge, a skill, an object, money or something of equal value to the mission. They are entirely random but suited to each mission.]

[Not every mission is achievable or suitable. So pick wisely if you accept. There are consequences to not succeeding in a mission. It won't result in death, but the consequences are not gonna be a lot of fun for you.]

Okay, so the mission could or couldn't be possible. He could or couldn't get a cool reward. And if he fails he gets unpleasant results. That's great. Really. Awesome.

[Going back to Menu…]

[Menu:]

[Inventory]

[Skills]

[Character sheet]

[Location]

[Missions]

This whole thing just left him with a headache and a to-do list. Which is experiments. He needs to do so much. He's barely been here for an hour and already he has things to do.

That's so unfair.

The map said he was in the creche in the Jedi Temple, which didn't give him much. He knew he was a youngling, that he was a toddler, his new name. Tobi something, he could and would live with that. He had to.

He's now Tobi. He kind of hates his life. He's going to never refer to himself as Tobi. In his own mind, he can at least spare himself the agony of being named Tobi.

Well, all that's really left is getting out of the washed-out menu place and starting to live his life. Which he doesn't really want to do.

He kind of just wants to curl up and cry.

Wait, he's his own boss. And a toddler. No one can tell him not to cry. Or well they can, but again. He's a toddler. He can damn well cry if he wants to. Also, no one can actually tell him to do things in this void state thing.

He curls up and cries.

Which is actually amazing because he didn't even remember the last time he did that, crying that is. The burn in his eyes, the way his lungs gasp for air. How his hands shake and his mouth trembles.

He just amazed himself by crying, making it hard to cry. Because it's such a novelty. He's alive, he's got a body that does body stuff.

[The system urges the player to start the game.]

Oh of course the system wants him to go and actually live. For fucks sake he can't even have a breakdown in peace.

[The system will throw the player out of the menu. So act fast.]

He has never done something so fast in his life.

The world literally came to life around him, an influx of sound, light, feelings, and touch that seemed to slam into him. It didn't mix well with the panic he felt shooting through him because the system kind of threatened him. Which it could do, apparently.

He should've braced himself. He still isn't used to being alive. Who would've thought? It's almost like that small time spent dead trumps over any lifetime he spent alive. Very inconvenient.

He was still laying down, and he now realizes it's because he is in a bed. Apparently, he'd been laying down the entire time. Okay, so that is very much fucking with his sense of direction. Did he project out of his own body or something? Everything just kept getting weirder and weirder.

The sheets felt like sandpaper on his skin so he immediately kicked them off. He was wearing some kind of tunic that still felt like it irritated his skin, but he knew it wasn't because he had none of the redness on his skin that indicated it was irritated. Which wasn't even the last of the uncomfortable sensations he was experiencing right now.

He shut his eyes again because the colours around him were so very dizzying. He felt like the elephant in that one movie for kids that got drunk and started to see some shit. He's not sure what that movie was about but he remembers that scene and its nauseating colours.

He was very much over the whole oversensitivity. He can't believe it's almost like in his last life but worse. A lot worse. If he's going to be hearing electricity humming at all times because he's in some futuristic reality he will start screaming. Loudly. It was bad enough his last life, he is not doing that again but dialled up to the moon. He wants it off, right now pretty please.

He huffed, and it sounded like a toddler huff. High-pitched voice and all. And that somehow set him off too.

Is this how toddlers feel all the time? Overwhelmed with literally everything? Maybe that's why he feels all over the place. An adult brain inside a severally underdeveloped one. What kinds of impacts does that actually have on a brain? It must have done something because it can't be that his brain is identical to any other one-year-old. Not because he's special, but because he's an adult, in a toddler's body. That has got to have fucked some shit up.

The humming was somehow getting louder, the high-pitched humming sounded like someone had turned on a fan right next to his ears. He kinda wanted to scream. Which he didn't, because he's an adult that doesn't scream his problems away. He's already being a better adult than most adults. Maybe that bar is on the ground, but still.

Maybe if he lay perfectly still and didn't move for the rest of time all the too much-ness would go away. That would be great.

And that didn't really help either. Sure, the discomforting stimuli ebbed away, but they didn't disappear. It was more like he got used to it. Like the ticking of a clock that you only notice when you think about it. It just fades into the background when you don't think about it.

And it's very hard not to think about how much unpleasantness he was experiencing.

He's breathing though, and that's more than he had before this whole situation.

"Tobi?" A low voice says, coming from his left.

Oh, fuck that name!

He wants to cry, and he lets out some kind of undignified whine that echoes that sentiment. Like an actual toddler.

Kill him now, please. Just end him right where he stands. The stars cannot be worth the mortification of being a toddler with no control over his own emotions. And all the torture of living too.

Someone hushes him and puts a hand on his forehead. The touch doesn't burn, surprisingly, but he's still uncomfortable with it. Seems like his aversion to touch has followed him to this lifetime too. Great.

He's got a brand new life and still the same issues, that's a little unfair.

"Oh, where are your shields?" The voice asks, sounding very worried.

What did they mean by shields? He's got a perfect shield already, thank you very much. The game did it for him, no effort on his part required.

[Congratulations, you've come into contact with the force!]

[Sorry for the unpleasant experience, it turns out forcing a brain that never experienced the force into accepting all that stimuli can cause some repercussions! Lucky you.]

He's what now?

Suddenly a foreign-like feeling surrounded his being. Slowly blocking off the overwhelming feelings that weren't his own. No, not blocking off but numbing them down. Like he could finally feel without feeling too much. Like he's actually in control again.

Wait. Did the force make some kind of feedback loop for his feelings? Is that even a thing? Wait, no, does this imply the force holds feelings? He knows the force is sentient because the system told him, but feelings sentient?

Oh fuck. Maybe he should've thought about this more than just haha space swords.

"There you are," the voice says, sounding relieved. That's fun. The worrying part seems to be over for them.

He's still feeling a headache, like someone used his brain as a punching bag. Really great to feel.

He lets out something intangible that makes the person chuckle. He takes back all positive thoughts he had about this person, clearly, they're evil. Laughing at his misfortune, fucking rude.

The hand on his head started to feel pleasantly cool, like when you're overheated and you put your head against the glass to cool it off. Except it wasn't glass but a hand. With callouses that felt all weird and wrong against his skin.

He tried to move, but that seemed like such a Herculean effort, and he had no godly strength. So he didn't move at all. Just lay there. So he began thinking.

Did the shield not block out the force? Wait.

Wait, the shield guards all knowledge. Does this imply it doesn't guard feelings? He's an open book on the emotions front, because of course he is! And the force, of course, is tangled right up against his emotions.

He takes back the thought of the shield being too good to be true. It is. Well, at least no one can mind reading him, influencing his thoughts or emotions. That's going to have to be enough. They'll just have to gaslight and manipulate him like all other people have to do.

Maybe he won't have that much trouble telling when someone's trying to intrude their force shenanigans on his brain, he's pretty sure he can tell a little bit. Because it feels so very different from what he's used to. Maybe having a brain not wired for the force is a good thing, as far as that can be a good thing.

"Hush now, you're safe here little one." The voice reassures him. How nice of them. He's a little offended about being called a little one but it's not like he can tell them he's not little. He's just going to think swear words at them and no one's ever going to be able to tell.

Holy shit, he's able to think whatever he wants at any time and the only thing people will pick up on is his feelings. That feels a little bit like cheating. Who's going to say how deep a feeling runs? How would that work? And it's implied he can learn to shield his emotions, so surely that'll mean he can become the literal concept of a poker face.

He's going to become the hardest person to read in the history of ever. He's going to say the most random shit with the most serious face and tone. It'll be great.

What even is the concept of reading emotions? Like is it the feeling of emotions in your body or your mood? He's thinking too hard about this, isn't he?

Wait, if he's the embodiment of elevator music, then does that not give him more power to mess with people? Look, sure, he's now supposed to be some kind of serious warrior monk person that loves to keep the peace, while also owning a weapon that could slice through metal like its butter. But, he's not going to be the poster boy of goodness. He's sure some other character has that going for them. No, what he wants is to have fun. Mess stuff up. Learn about stars.

It might help that he doesn't know much about this whole universe because he hadn't watched a lot of it. He's got no real attachment to anything. Well, maybe the cool laser swords, guns and cool armour. And definitely the stars. He can go into space, he can't stress enough how amazing that is.

The voice chuckles and the cold hand removes itself from his forehead. "There you go, all calm now, right? Why don't you go back to sleep."

He hears ruffling and footsteps that move away. He doesn't open his eyes to look at the person or his surroundings. He's quite okay with not knowing any of it right now. He hears the door open and close, which probably means the person left the room.

His senses had dimmed though, maybe a peak around the room wouldn't hurt.

He opens his eyes, hesitating because even though the lights are off he still feels them water up. As he blinks away the spots from his vision and the tears that gathered in his eyes he finally sees the room he's in.

It's a nursery, there are a couple of other small cots with children in them. All of them seemed to be asleep. The room itself was dark, curtains had been drawn shut to keep out the light that still peeked through some of the gaps.

The room was lived in, small decorations littering everywhere. Drawings on the walls, planks filled with knick-knacks, planets hanging from the ceiling and all other kinds of things you'd see in a kindergarten class that got a nursery in it. Soft colours and soft surfaces.

It looked like a well-lived and loved place. He had not expected that from the space monks. The sheer amount of stuff and care.

Maybe it shouldn't surprise him, after all, they're clearly an entire society on themselves with babies and children among them that grow up and take place with them. Of course, the children would be loved.

He still has a right to be surprised.

He somehow managed to not screw his entire new life over in the first five minutes, he must be holding some kind of record.

He looked at the other children and realized that it was very strange to see alien features on a being. It's very cool, but he keeps trying to check if it's make-up.

There was a child in one of the cots with gills! Another kid had tattoos. And another one had orange skin with some kind of antenna? He's not sure but they look like hair but skin. He thinks he's seen it before in the movies, but then again he might just be misremembering.

Man, this was going to be hard, especially with all the information he's not even sure is accurate. He's sure the culture shock will hit him when his thoughts don't feel like a jumbled mess.

He's exhausted and it's not even a day yet, maybe that person from before was right. Sleeping sounded great right now. So he closed his eyes and did just that.

Sleep.

A/N: Hello there! Welcome back to the second chapter, I hope you enjoyed this one :D

I am in fact still alive \o/

Now, did I mean to take months to post the second chapter? No. Is it what happened? Yes.

The urge to put what happened the last few months in my author note is strong, it would really be living up to The Author Note legacy. But nah, I'll keep it short. Life took a turn, my health took a decline, and I still did not watch any Star Wars movies because I really didn't have the time.

Oh well! I did have time to write and get some research in. So I still need to watch the movies and the series. Maybe even read some comics. I feel like I'm getting by for the first few chapters though, fingers crossed!

Hope you liked the chapter! We got some world-building out of the way. I'm already working on the next chapter. This time there won't be a multitude of months between the updates I promise. Have a good day/night!