Delusions of Grandeur

Continued from previous post.

"Mind turning on the exhaust, Vader? You're smoking it up in here," I asked, looking over his seat. Vader complied but didn't say anything. I could hear a crackling noise coming from his suit; I think it was his arms. "Are you sure you can fly this thing?"

"I don't need my arms to fly," he replie tartly.

I sat back down, my back against his seat and palmed my face. "Why I'm in here with you? I must be crazy," I muttered.

"So we can talk," Vader said.

I suddenly wasn't in the mood to talk. "Then talk."

Not a word for about ten minutes. Then he pops off with, "I used to be a Jedi."

"Oh?" I said, playing the 'I don’t care' card.

Another ten minutes of silence, "I knew Skywalker very well," he said.

"Figures," I muttered. Who didn't know Anakin?

Long pause before I asked, "Care to tell me who Sidious really is?"

"No."

"So, he still lives in the future?" I asked casually.

"Unfortunately," was the crisp reply.

"Can I meet him?"

"No."

Well, I thought I try, you know?

I tapped my fingers on my face. "How well did you know Anakin?"

Long pause again. "Too damn well."

Interesting.

"I killed him," he said, off the wall like it was nothing.

My eyes bugged. I almost whipped around but I just sat there. Took everything I had not to move.

"After that incident back there how could you possibly kill Anakin?" I asked.

The pause was longer this time. "Actually, he killed himself, depending how you look at it."

My mouth dropped open. An Ewok could have climbed in and made a nest on my tongue.

"Want to Explain that?" I prodded.

"No."

"You can't just drop a missile like that not explain!" I told him.

"Yes, I can."

I'm sitting there thinking over what he has told me, tapping my fingers. Personally, I don't know about you, but I think that last part is pure pudu. Staring out a port window, I waited for him to say something else.

Nothing.

I asked, "Why do you follow me, comm me, send me stuff?"

Again nothing.

If you remember, we were supposed to meet so I could get some answers on that. I mentioned that to Vader.

"And I said I might tell you," he said.

"Which means you’re not going to tell me, right?"

"Precisely," he answered.

"I give up!"

I threw up my hands and to got my knees. I was going to ask him to turn this piece of crap around but we were in deep space by then. I waved the smoke out of my face and looked over his shoulder.

"I really don't like you, you know," I said.

His turned. "You will."

My mouth dropped again. "Conceited!" Then it hit me what he might mean. "EWWWW! That better not mean what I think it means!”


I think I'm going to be sick!

TBC