... That is, indeed, the case, but it didn't stop my own Luke Skywalker from thrashing me at a festive game of Star Wars X-Wing:
We didn't use all the kit on display here, just two Imperial vessels (me) and one X-wing, piloted by the said ungrateful offspring. It occurred to me afterwards that I hadn't actually managed a shot at the wily ingalactic yoof. I think next time it will have to be something more sedate - Hammerin' Iron, perhaps.
While my ageing brain addled along in the wake of the dice, rules, tokens, and such like, I was, nonetheless, rather taken with the models themselves. They appear to be resin, and are pre-painted to a very nice standard.
I must return to my Germanic bathtub, and, following an afternoon spent in the shed, some rediscovered 'Army Black'.