GONE FISHIN'
Darth was vexed. This was so difficult. Kill a youngling? Sure. Rule a galactic empire? Sure. Groom a cat? Sure! These were things he could do, but tell his son about the facts of life? No. Emphatically no. How was one to begin? “Son. there comes a time in every young man's life when he begins to feel a strange disturbance in the lower side of his Force.”
Maybe he would just recycle the midichlorian garbage he was fed. It was so much less embarrassing.
Meanwhile back on The Deathstar, Leia flourished under the watchful eye of her well-meaning, though slightly senile Uncle Palpatine.
So it is! Darth goes on a trip and so too do I, though I swear I will bee arr bee very soon. If you get bored, feel free to draw little Darth pictures or something and share in the comments so everyone may keep on chatting.
And so it goes- until I return, fare thee well good people!
Oh, and this comic set goes out to jigglykat and loweryourwand, who have taught me so much about midichlorians. ♥