Dagobah [Monday afternoon]
Luke’s second landing on Dagobah went much more smoothly than the first one, even though the Virgo was a much larger craft than his X-Wing. As he walked down the loading ramp and was hit with a blast of humid, swampy air, he wondered if Yoda hadn’t arranged it so he’d land badly the first time as part of his welcome.
He smiled. It was just the sort of thing the Jedi Master would find entertaining. Trying to ignore the buzzing insects-he’d missed the heat through the long Fandom winter, but he would be far happier not being up to the top of his boots in muck-he made his way towards Yoda’s hut.
The Jedi was waiting for him, leaning heavily against his walking stick and smiling. “Gone long enough, you were,” he scolded gently. “Forgotten all about Yoda had you, hmm?”
Luke laughed. “Not at all,” he said. “Things just got busy. After Endor…” his eyes focused on something far away, “…getting back to school seemed like a good idea.” He gave Yoda a small smile. “I imagine you knew how that whole thing turned out anyway. There was some good in him.”
Yoda harrumphed. “Right you were,” he said finally, waving Luke inside the hut. “But a dangerous game you played.”
“It worked,” Luke said, shrugging. “Without him, I’d be dead.”
Yoda gave Luke a look. “A long way your father would still have to go to find balance,” he said, limping slowly towards the fire to pour them both cups of tea. “Much darkness was in him.” He was quiet for a moment, lost in memories. “Much evil did he commit. Best that he became one with the Force, rather than live with that pain.”
Luke’s eyebrows rose as he took a mug from Yoda. “He’s not dead,” he said. “He’s in Fandom, teaching.”
Yoda sat down heavily. “Never by the rules did young Skywalker abide,” he said sourly. He glared at Luke. “Any young Skywalker. Dead was he, and dead he should have remained.”
“I’ll be sure to mention that to him,” Luke retorted. “And it’s not like he’s forgotten any of what he did. It colors everything he teaches me.”
“Teaches you?” Yoda sighed. “Oh, very well that should go. Never a word of Obi-Wan’s teachings did he hear. Always knew more than the Council, did he. Always pushing for more, was he. Impatient, reckless, angry, and the entire galaxy he took with him in his fall.” He stabbed at the dirt with his stick. “Half the trouble Darth Sidious would not have caused without Vader as his apprentice.”
Luke’s face took on a very familiar sulky expression as he bit back any number of angry replies about Jedi who might’ve paid a bit more attention before things had gotten that bad.
“It’s probably why he’d never come back to this galaxy,” he said instead. “He doesn’t want to add to the pain. He knows he was given a second chance. He’s not going to make the same mistakes twice.”
“The galaxy he lives in now would be most grateful,” Yoda replied. “Regret asking I will, but what class does he teach?”
Luke smiled. “Ethics.”
Yoda had been a Jedi for nine hundred years, which was the only thing that prevented him from shooting hot tea out his nose.
“Very amusing, he finds himself,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I think it’s more that he’s lived through both sides of a choice,” Luke replied quietly. “Not that his classes know that.”
“Discretion has he finally learned?” Yoda raised an eyebrow. "Unlikely this seemed."
Luke frowned. "He's learned a lot," he said loyally.
Yoda harrumphed again, but let it go. "When return you to this galaxy?"
"Graduation is soon," Luke said casually, "and after that I'm really just sticking around for the wedding. Leia has a to-do list for me that stretches practically to the Outer Rim."
Yoda's ears perked up. "Wedding?"
Sithspit. "My father's getting remarried?" he said finally.
Yoda didn't let Luke open his mouth for a while after that.
[OOC: NFI, NFB due to being in a GFFA, conforms with RIAA and NAFTA, hold the BBQ...I need help.]
All I Want - Susie Suh
He smiled. It was just the sort of thing the Jedi Master would find entertaining. Trying to ignore the buzzing insects-he’d missed the heat through the long Fandom winter, but he would be far happier not being up to the top of his boots in muck-he made his way towards Yoda’s hut.
The Jedi was waiting for him, leaning heavily against his walking stick and smiling. “Gone long enough, you were,” he scolded gently. “Forgotten all about Yoda had you, hmm?”
Luke laughed. “Not at all,” he said. “Things just got busy. After Endor…” his eyes focused on something far away, “…getting back to school seemed like a good idea.” He gave Yoda a small smile. “I imagine you knew how that whole thing turned out anyway. There was some good in him.”
Yoda harrumphed. “Right you were,” he said finally, waving Luke inside the hut. “But a dangerous game you played.”
“It worked,” Luke said, shrugging. “Without him, I’d be dead.”
Yoda gave Luke a look. “A long way your father would still have to go to find balance,” he said, limping slowly towards the fire to pour them both cups of tea. “Much darkness was in him.” He was quiet for a moment, lost in memories. “Much evil did he commit. Best that he became one with the Force, rather than live with that pain.”
Luke’s eyebrows rose as he took a mug from Yoda. “He’s not dead,” he said. “He’s in Fandom, teaching.”
Yoda sat down heavily. “Never by the rules did young Skywalker abide,” he said sourly. He glared at Luke. “Any young Skywalker. Dead was he, and dead he should have remained.”
“I’ll be sure to mention that to him,” Luke retorted. “And it’s not like he’s forgotten any of what he did. It colors everything he teaches me.”
“Teaches you?” Yoda sighed. “Oh, very well that should go. Never a word of Obi-Wan’s teachings did he hear. Always knew more than the Council, did he. Always pushing for more, was he. Impatient, reckless, angry, and the entire galaxy he took with him in his fall.” He stabbed at the dirt with his stick. “Half the trouble Darth Sidious would not have caused without Vader as his apprentice.”
Luke’s face took on a very familiar sulky expression as he bit back any number of angry replies about Jedi who might’ve paid a bit more attention before things had gotten that bad.
“It’s probably why he’d never come back to this galaxy,” he said instead. “He doesn’t want to add to the pain. He knows he was given a second chance. He’s not going to make the same mistakes twice.”
“The galaxy he lives in now would be most grateful,” Yoda replied. “Regret asking I will, but what class does he teach?”
Luke smiled. “Ethics.”
Yoda had been a Jedi for nine hundred years, which was the only thing that prevented him from shooting hot tea out his nose.
“Very amusing, he finds himself,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I think it’s more that he’s lived through both sides of a choice,” Luke replied quietly. “Not that his classes know that.”
“Discretion has he finally learned?” Yoda raised an eyebrow. "Unlikely this seemed."
Luke frowned. "He's learned a lot," he said loyally.
Yoda harrumphed again, but let it go. "When return you to this galaxy?"
"Graduation is soon," Luke said casually, "and after that I'm really just sticking around for the wedding. Leia has a to-do list for me that stretches practically to the Outer Rim."
Yoda's ears perked up. "Wedding?"
Sithspit. "My father's getting remarried?" he said finally.
Yoda didn't let Luke open his mouth for a while after that.
[OOC: NFI, NFB due to being in a GFFA, conforms with RIAA and NAFTA, hold the BBQ...I need help.]
All I Want - Susie Suh