It's His Galaxy (And We're All Living in It)

Lovable Rogue at First Sight

The Force is not infinite. That is not to say that it is finite. Such a thing could not be farther from the truth. It is merely to say that infinite is a grossly inadequate understatement of the extent of the Force. Words are simply not sufficient. The Force is always greater than the words we use to describe it.

While there is nothing more powerful than the Force, there are two things that come close. One of those things is stories. Every sentient species in the galaxy is built upon stories, stories that teach, stories that guide, stories that entertain, stories that encourage endless shipping wars, sometimes to levels that not every fan should be proud of. Indeed, there is likely a correlation between sentience and storytelling. It is how a species elevates itself and becomes more than just a beast on the hunt for its next meal.

The Force loves stories. It cherishes them so much that it gives a gift to those who have the ability to listen to it. The Force, you see, encompasses not just the universe that you and I inhabit, but every conceivable universe in the infinite multiverse. Anything that you can possibly envision, there is a universe in which it is happening. And some of us, known as authors, are lucky enough to be given a glimpse of stories occurring in those universes.

There is a universe where an exiled Jedi returned to a galaxy in turmoil, defeated both evil Sith lords and the dark demons of their past, present, and future, and saved the galaxy from a threat that could very well have destroyed the Force itself. It is a universe whose story was revealed to writers at Obsidian Entertainment in 2004, and then released to the public with a lamentable amount of cut content.

The story that I am about to tell you is not from that universe.

There is a universe where Milo Murphy, a happy-go-lucky, eternally plucky and optimistic boy, was cursed from birth with bad luck – and overcame that curse on a daily basis to not just survive, but thrive. He defeated evil pistachio plants, helped save an innocent alien, and navigated the thorny paths of love. It is a universe whose story was revealed to writers at Disney in 2016, and then unjustly canceled after just two seasons.

The story that I am about to tell you is not from that universe either.

Rather, it is a story of both universes. A story of Milo Murphy, the Jedi Exile. It is a story that was revealed to me, the_sentient_duck, for a reason. What is that reason, you might ask?

Hell if I know.

But it's a story worth telling. It is a story of daring do and glory, a story of what happens when the galaxy falls apart around you both literally and metaphorically, a story of forgiveness, of revenge, of sacrifice, and of the horrors of war. It is a story that contains tasteful homages to the glorious work of Matthew Woodring Stover, cameos from all your favorite Milo Murphy's Law characters, and maybe even a few you might recognize from Phineas and Ferb. But most of all, it is a story about the one thing in the universe that is more powerful than stories and less powerful than the Force.

It is a story about love.

And like most stories that involve Milo Murphy, it opens up with something breaking.

*****

Glass shattered and the kolto tank that Milo had been floating in disintegrated into a shower of shards, depositing him on the floor with a roughness that he had become accustomed to in his twenty-two years of life. Milo had been born with a unique condition, never before seen in the records of galactic history. Anything that could go wrong around him, went wrong.

Most people would have considered that a curse.

Milo Murphy was not most people.

He knew the truth. It was not a curse. It was a blessing. Yes, bad luck followed him everywhere he went. But without it, his life would be unbearably, dreadfully dull. He would be bored to tears in seconds if he didn't have the Force or whatever entity was responsible for Murphy's Law keeping him on his toes constantly.