Friday, July 22, 2005

Windu you leave?

I hate running late.

Such was the case just days before I had to travel back to Tatooine to scout out locations for the game.

My roomie Qui-Gon was busy acquiring some spice from some old friend he knew. Said he had to meet him at his office before he joined the others on Tatooine. Funny, I never knew street corners could be used as offices. I’ll have to look into that.

I had just put on a fresh wool robe and was almost out the door when someone rang the doorbell. I needed to get to the transporter station soon or I would miss my shuttle. Like the traffic on this planet wasn’t bad enough.

I opened the door and my heart sank.

It was Mace. And it looked like he had been crying.

“Can I come in for a moment? I just need to…talk to someone.”

“Eh….I was just out the door…”

“Thanks.” He walked in with his shoulders all slumped. His head, which almost always glistened like a neutron star, even looked dull and lifeless. I glanced at my Toshy© swatch. Maybe if I took some of the back streets Anakin showed me…

“Did you know I’ve been a Jedi nearly all my life?”

“Eh…Ya. I think I read something like that…”

“I bet you didn’t know I didn’t always want to be a Jedi.”

“Eh…you’re right. Got me there. Wow, look at the time…”

“When I was younger…before the trials…did you know I wanted to be a hair stylist? But I didn’t. I chose the way of the force because that’s what was expected of me…but now…I don’t know. I feel like something’s missing…”

“Your hair perhaps?”

“No no. Something more. Some deep meaningful purpose that can only be satisfied by touching another persons scalp…lathering it up and washing it clean…cutting the hairs just right as to make the person come alive.” *Sigh* “Perhaps it’s just a silly dream. Everyone at the Jedi Council seems to think so. I’m tired of being thought of as Mr. Tough Guy…”

“When were you ever thought of as…Never mind. Is this going to take long?”

“I want to open up my own salon. I want to market my own line of nifty styling gels and moisturizers. I want to make a difference in this world. You see that, don’t you J.J.?” He grabbed my shoulders and drew me in close. I could smell the Preparation H he uses under his eyes to relieve the swelling.

“Oh…oh sure.” I nodded profusely. “Great Idea. Go for it.”

“You really think so?”

“eh…Ya. Like I always say, follow your dreams. Now…eh…I got a shuttle to catch.”

He then smiled at me and a tear ran down his cheek. “Thanks…that’s just what I’m going to do…once I get back from the game.” *Sniff*

He then wiped his nose on his robe and left all a tizzy. I glanced at my watch. Yup. Missed my shuttle. Sometimes I hate being so damn nice.

4 comments:

Chancellor Palpatine said...

Excellent post!

flu said...

JJ, you lil' ol' softy, you!

jedisiri said...

oh my...

Leia said...

JJ, you make us proud. Hahaha... Mr. Tough Guy.