A Tale of Time and Star Wars

A cloaked figure stood before me at my desk with a plastic light saber in a gloved hand.  One eye slightly twitching.

I looked up to the face and furrowed my brow.

Is that red marker on his eye lid?

“I have come to avenge my father,” he creepily whispered, wizard like hand extended out in front.

I turned from my computer, dropped my head to see over my reading glasses and lifted my brow.

“Daddy?”

“No….My father is….Darth MAUL!”  Throwing his hand in the air and adding bravado to his final bit.

“Oh.  Wow!  Okay.” I shifted my glasses from my nose to the top of my head and sat back.  I could tell this was going to be an enjoyable conversation.

“He died 60 million years ago…”

“That is a long time ago.”

“Yes.  And I am 53 years old.”

“Your 53?  And your dad died 60 million years ago?”

“Yessssssss.”

“Well, okay,” I said, pointing to Declan, Darth Maul’s son, “That is something special for sure.”

“Well, actually 60 million years ago was 1999 because that was when the movie was made.”

“Right.  1999,” I shrugged in acceptance, “That was when the movie was made.”

“I have been living for 50 years on an ice planet since.  Now I am here to get revenge on OBI-WAAAAAN!”

“That must have been lonely.  Fifty years?”

“Yes!”

“What did you do with all that time?”

“I TRAINED!”  A gallant effort at a karate kick with plastic light saber unfolded.  The light saber sliced through the air.  I skootched back in my chair.

“Wow!  I’ll say!  You are ready to fight!”

“Yes!  I will get that Obi WAAAAAN!  Do you know what else I did while I was there?”

“I can definitely assure you I am excited to hear.”

“What?” Declan asked in confusion.

“Sorry – what else did you do while you were there?

“I protected the ice planet from Wampa’s and other poisonoussssss creatures……” More kicking and plastic light saber slicing through air.

“Wow!  So, is that how you got that red line on your eyelid?”

“That?  No, not from fighting Wampa’s.  That is my scar.  Anakin is my third brother and I, like him, have the scar.  And I wear a glove, Just. Like. Anakin.”

“Anakin is your third brother?”  I pursed my lips and pulled them back, nodding and added, “And Darth Maul is your father?”

“Yesssss!  I must fight now!”

And off Declan ran to have an imaginary air battle to revenge his father’s death.

I smiled as Declan left and thought, his imagination knows no bounds.  And sometimes, I guess, neither do timelines or relatives.  I pulled my glasses down to my face and return to my computer and state,

“That, was thoroughly enjoyable,” returning to my work at hand.