Delusions of Grandeur

I met Shmi Skywalker. She was at their slave quarters when we arrived. Ani explained to her where he had found me and pointed out the lumps on my head. Shmi insisted I sit down, drink some water, and let her look at my head. Which was fine, besides the ache. I heal fast; it’s a Jedi trait.

I see why Anakin loves her so much. I do believe she is the sweetest woman I have ever encountered. So kind and soft-spoken. It makes me so sad to know she dies. I had to bite my tongue not to warn her about it. If I did that, I could make a big mess of things.

But then again- If she lived…

I pushed the thought away.

Of course she asked me a bunch of questions like Anakin had and I had to skim around the answers. I couldn’t every well say, I’m from the future, now could I? Can you imaging their faces if I did?

“Ani, said you knew his name before he told you.” Shmi said to me.

“She’s a Jedi mom, they know things,” Ani told her.

I only smiled. Good enough answer for me. “I need another ship to get- home. But I need a special ship that’s going to be hard to find here.”

“Can she say here, mom? We can help her!” Ani said.

Shmi nodded. “She can stay here, if she wants. I’m not sure what help I can be, but Anakin here- he might able help you.”

Anakin smiled. Dayum, I miss that smile from his older self. But he might not flash it much after I kick his- uh- have a long conversation with him.

“Thank you. I hope it won’t take me long,” I told her.

Who am I trying to fool?

It was going to take a very long time.

I swear I'm not dead. More of my story later in the week but for now Elvis trooper has a song for Jabba!




And I don't know about you, but Anakin getting ran over by a speeder... is just funny! Sorry, Ani, you know I love ya!

This is a new thing because let's face it, Monday's just suck! We need a laugh! So every Monday I'm going to post up something to make all you smile, laugh till you tinkle your pants. *grins* This could be a picture I have made or found, or a video, whatever.

Enjoy!

This Monday's Madness:

Imperial Idol



Vader...

Simon...

I knew that they were the same person!!!!!!

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I always knew Anakin could fly anything, even when he was small but there is something disconcerting about a youngling flying a speeder like a madman when your head aches. Which is what he was doing. He hits a sand dune, and we did this bounce. Argh! Thank the Force I hadn’t ate anything.

“Whoops,” he mutters. “Sorry.”

It was funny, being in the past, sitting here with Anakin before I met him. He was nosy, asked me a thousand questions and stared at me when I started to laugh.

“What?”

I couldn’t stop laughing and then I found myself wanting to cry. I couldn’t help it. The past few weeks and everything I found out about Anakin and Vader hit me like rocks. I covered my face.

“My flying isn’t that bad!” Anakin said, stopped the speeder.

Can I hug him? Just squeeze him to death? I shook my head. “It’s not you. I’m tired, achy, and I’ve had a bad month or so,” I told him.

“Oh. Well, that sucks Bantha toes. Crashing here didn’t help any, did it?”

I shook my head again. “No! I think I’m in real big trouble now.”

“You need ship, right?” he asked.

“One that this,” I held up the memory system, “will work in. Unless you have Imperial ships around here, I don’t think I’m going anywhere.”

Anakin looked at me with all too familiar look of HUH? “Imperial?”

“Never mind.”

“My mother says nothing is set in stone.”

How right she was.

Anakin took off again, and my stomach went up my throat. Now I know how Obi-Wan feels. Remind me not to mention that to him although.

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First there is me:












DJK
My name is Kriss, nickname Dark Jedi. I'm a Jedi Knight of the Republic and resident press photographer, field photographer. I also run Anakin Skywalker's fan club, The Skywalker Stalkers. Biggest group of Skywalker supporters out there.









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Tee the Ewok
Tee, my sweet little Ewok. He got in the Temple one night and hacked my computer with his buddy. He stayed, the other ran away. Look out! He likes to steal underwear!

I told you Vader was a pain.

And no, he's not talking about me.

LMAO!