I've been in a writing mood lately! Oh well. I randomly came up with the idea of a short story. It takes place between Episodes 5 and 6 on Dagobah. Anara and Luke are doing more training with Yoda.
No flaming, please! OCCxLuke suggestions, and a mystery person.
Luke, Yoda, and SW in general is copyrighted to George Lucas and Lucasfilm Ltd. Anara is an original character, and so is the surprise person.
I hope you enjoy!

"Concentrate, you must. Be your guide, the Force will."

Master Yoda was perched on her back as she continued her pathway through the swampy forest of Dagobah. She gripped on a vine and swung over a huge mud pit, then continued running forward into the trees. The Jedi-in-training let the Force flow through her continually, and barely paid attention to where her feet were going. Her surroundings went by her in a blur. At this pace, there was no time to notice anything, let alone think. If anything, she would want to think about what to tell Luke, about how to reveal her feelings, but Master Yoda wouldn't allow any thinking of the sort. She was content letting her mind be free for a while, anyway.

"Be one with the Force, Anara. Learned with your father, you did, correct?"

"Yes, Master." An image of Obi-Wan flashed through her mind. "He wouldn't let me just sit around."

"Hm."

Anara smiled a bit to herself as she jumped over a small mud pit, where strange creatures sat. She grabbed another vine and swirled around a giant tree, climbing up the vine at the same time. About twenty feet off the ground, she found her footing on a branch and stepped on it. The branch was slippery. Anara quickly and carefully made her way along it. Almost effortlessly, she jumped to a nearby tree.

"Good. Learned well, you have."

"Thank you, Master."

"Return now, we can."

Almost letting a sigh of relief escape her lips, Anara jumped down onto a small solid patch of earth. She ran back in the direction of Yoda's house, clearing many mud holes along the way. At the house, Luke sat outside, trying to clean R2 a little.

"How can I clean you if you won't sit still?"

The droid beeped angrily in response. Anara stopped nearby Luke, smiling.

"Trying to clean R2 again?"

"Trying is the key word." He stood up with a smile. "How did it go?"

"Well trained, she is. A good Jedi, she will become, like her father." Anara hid a smile. "Work with you, I will, Luke."

Luke tossed down his rag and walked over to where Yoda stood. The little green Jedi turned to Anara. She looked to him attentively.

"Something out in the swamp, I sense. Go and see what it is, you must."

"Yes, Master Yoda." She allowed herself to catch a breath before she went to leave. "Have fun, Luke."

"Oh, I will!"

Anara left the site, her heart fluttering. Her lightsaber remained fastened to her side, and her blaster was in its holster. It felt like afternoon on the giant swamp planet, but there was no certain way to tell. A drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Great, just what I need. She sighed. Now she could allow her mind to fill with thoughts of her feelings. How do you tell someone that you-?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she sensed whatever Master Yoda had sent her out here for. It was a pulse in the Force: a faint pulse. Anara stopped walking, and tried feeling for the pulse again. There was nothing.

I wonder what that is…

Another pulse passed through the Force. It was far ahead of her. She began to jog through the swamp, trying to track down the source of the pulse. She went where the Force guided her on a long journey through the swamp.

After a couple of hours of searching, she reached the source of the throbbing. At the site, there was a crashed ship. An astromech droid rested on the wing, not making any noises. A wing was missing from the ship. Anara stepped closer, observing the ruins of the ship.

"What happened here?" She walked along the ship. It was a model she had never seen before, but it reminded her of an A-wing. "Strange…"

She looked around more, looking to see if the owner of the ship was around. There was no one there. Curious, she resumed looking at the ship. There was nothing in the cockpit. The whole crash site, it seemed, was barren. Another pulse passed through the Force. This one was much stronger than any of the ones before, and took her breath away. It came from right behind her. She turned around quickly. A blaster was pointed at her face.

"Don't move."