Heya. Okay so this is a Yoda fanfic. If you read that Galaxy magazine thingie about Yoda's origin (or like me looked it up on Wookieepedia) my story is set after Yoda leaves the swamp planet after being considered a proper Jedi. If you haven't read it…same here! So it shouldn't matter really. I'm going to ignore it really.
I've never read it, so my story may clash with the canon one.
The members of the Council swapped looks as the Grand Master looked at the young green creature in front of him. He could sense great potential in the boy, potential which was not yet reached. Master Del Gormo believed him to be ready for being a Jedi, but Grand Master Tho'sur wasn't so sure. What the creature needed was a little more training. Master Del Gormo was a good teacher, but for real world experience, the boy would need a different teacher. A more worldly one. He smiled at the boy. He knew the perfect teacher.
The Grand Master let his eyes flicker back to the boy. He could sense the boy's discomfort.
"I am not satisfied with Master Del Gormo's assessment," he said after a pause. Through the force, he felt a flicker of anger and confusion from the boy.
Tho'sur frowned to himself. "To be able to be considered a Jedi, you must complete Padawan training. You have not properly done so. For us to accept you as a trained Jedi, you must be accepted to be trained by a Jedi Master."
The boy looked back. "A Jedi Master, Master N'Kata Del Gormo was."
Tho'sur inclined his head. "Del Gormo is indeed a Jedi Master. But he is retired, and has been a hermit for many, many years. To be fully tested, you will need a new Master."
The boy blinked at him. "Me, a new master for?"
The Grand Master inclined his head.
"Who be, this new master?" the boy asked after a pause.
"There is a Master I have in mind, but it seems she is, once again, late."
Master Kicav gasped. "You don't mean…"
Tho'sur tilted his head. "Master Drake is a fine Jedi."
"I agree, but-"
"But? Master Drake would be disappointed in your lack of faith."
Kivac tutted.
Master Zolo'q sighed. "She isn't going to like this."
Tho'sur smiled. "It will be good for her." He paused. "If she even bothers to show up this time."
As if on cue, the door suddenly opened, and a girl walked in. Her black hair was full of knots, and her skin and clothes were covered in small cuts and mud. She wiped at her face, while her other hand loosely held her lightsaber by her waist.
"Sorry I'm late," she said, "but as you can see," she gestured to her body, "I didn't even stop to get cleaned up."
It was obvious to the boy that her lateness was a common occurrence. He frowned. This was to be his new teacher?
"Please step into the center." Tho'sur said calmly.
The girl's eyes widened slightly as she complied. "Have I done something wrong?" she asked innocently, though her eyes clearly revealed, at least to Tho'sur, that she was searching her memory to figure out what had been discovered about her this time. Tho'sur gave her a real smile. Master Drake was a close friend of his; of several members of the Council. She may not be the perfect Jedi, but she had a good heart, and was completely reliable. And, when the mood hit her, she was wiser than all the Council put together. But those moments were far and in between; she preferred to act childish and roguish.
"No."
He paused, letting her worry for a few moments.
She tilted her head, ignoring the boy in front of her. "So?"
He raised a hand to indicate the boy. "This is Master N'Kata Del Gormo's Padawan."
Drake frowned back. "So?"
"We have determined that the boy needs further training." Short, simple and to the point. But Drake still didn't get it.
"So?" she said again, letting her frustration seep into her voice.
"I have decided that you are to be his new Master."
"What?! Why!?"
He tilted his head, as if confused. "But you have no padawan."
"I know. Let's keep it that way."
"Are you refusing my order?"
She took a deep breath. "I really wish I could." She glared at him. "Fine then." She turned to the boy. "Come on then," she snapped, and turned, her muddy cape swirling around her feet, and departed.
The boy looked back at Tho'sur, with a worried and confused look in his eye.
Tho'sur nodded his approval, and the boy turned and hurried after his new master.
"Is this wise?" Master Kishuv asked. "Drake is hardly the teaching type."
"What the boy needs isn't more teaching, but more training." Tho'sur replied cryptically.
Kivac sighed. "I'm worried about the boy."
Zolo'q frowned. "I'm more worried about Drake."
Master Saenus gave a laugh. "I'm not sure which to be worried about, to be honest. I think Drake's going to be a horrible influence on him. That poor boy."
Tho'sur gave a laugh. "Maybe the boy will have a good influence on her." Nobody replied, and Tho'sur grinned. "Don't you trust me?"
There was no answer.
The boy caught up with the woman, who turned her head to look down at him with a mix of disgust and annoyance. She frowned at him.
"What are you supposed to be?" she asked.
He frowned back. "Mean what, do you?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What? No. Nevermind. Why aren't you a proper Jedi then, if you've already completed training?"
"Know not, do I. More training required, Grand Master said."
"Hmm." She ran a hand through her hair, then took it out, and looked at the mud-stained hand. She sighed and looked back at her new padawan. "Can you amuse yourself for an hour or two while I get cleaned up?"
The boy nodded back. "Yes Master Drake."
Drake frowned back. "Safia. My name is Safia. So call me Safia."
The boy bowed back.
She waited, then said, "So what's your name?"
"Yoda, my name is." The boy said.
Safia smiled back. "Nice to meet you Yoda," then walked away.
