The problem all started on a routine trip to Toronto, that is if you can count any of our escapades in our provinces's capital routine. We were walking out of the Silver Snail, my own arms full of Jango and Boba Fett merchandise, along with a healthy, or unhealthy, amount of Punisher goods. Tash and Chris had their bags filled with Anime, and some Star Wars. Tash had bought a small Yoda plushie that we all agreed was completely adorable.
So we're walking down the street and we see this store. It's advertising realistic Star Wars replicas, so I'm thinking I can get my hands on some Mandalore Armour, which of course I'm quite happy with. So we go in, and because it's Queen Street in Toronto, we go down a flight of stairs and end up in a basement. I'm not complaining, since on the wall I see a hull plate from what I knew was Slave I.
I leave Tash and Chris to wander around and go off in search of the shop keep in hopes of procuring myself some Mandalore body armour of my favourite Star Wars characters. I'm walking, and I pass what I think is a very realistic rendition of the Emperor, that is until he speaks!
"You want the armour of the infamous Jango Fett, do you not?" he said, his voice old and crackling. I'm nodding, not bothering to know how he knew that. I was thinking that maybe he had read the titles off one of the comics I had in a fairly transparent white plastic bag. I put them into my hemp bag and slip my hands into my trench coat's pockets.
"Well yeah," I said, with probably the most idiotic grin on my face. I waved for Tash and Christine to come over and then listen intently to the man.
"Do you see the black curtain beyond the S Foil?" he asked me, to which I nodded. "You will find your armour behind that curtain. Watch out, though, that first step is something, my young one."
It was the laugh that shook me, a little. He had a very good impression of the Emperor, almost too good, but none the less, I wanted my Mandalore Armour and I was going to walk through that black curtain and get it.
I pull the curtain back and can't see a single bloody thing in the blackness behind it. But still, I keep pushing through and push through the blackness. He was right when he said that first step was a doozey.
Now, I don't know what happened to Tash and Chris, but I know that they were sent into the Star Wars universe too, you'll find out how I know that eventually as our paths cross from time to time. But you'll have to wait for the next installment of "Episode 1: Insert Clever Title Here".