The prince's R2 droid objected to the landing on Dagobah. He preferred having some idea of what the terrain was before they landed, and the swamp was a complete surprise to the instruments, the droid, and the pilot. It whistled something about the landing, pulled itself out of the droid socket, and promptly slid off the fighter into the water, screeching angrily all the way down. The prince searched the serene waters for the little red R2 unit and finally a sensor popped up and a gurgling beep sounded. The red eye found him and he pointed the way to the shore of the swamp.
Luke slid into the water and swam to shore. A fin cut the water behind the red sensor eye, then suddenly the water churned, the eye disappeared, and Luke fished out rather than drew his blaster, trying to figure out where to shoot to save the droid. The only sound was of him dripping, then a roar sounded and the droid shot out of the water, moving in a graceful high arc. The prince turned to follow its course, then climbed over the underbrush between the huge trees to reach the upside down beeping droid. He set the red droid on its legs and scraped some of the mud off its faceplate. It whistled indignantly. He smiled "OK, maybe I landed in the wrong part." and jerked back as the droid vomited mud out of the cranial port. The prince chuckled again, patted the droid, and headed back to unload what supplies he could before his ship sank into the swamp. His mind was already working the problem of getting the ship out, estimating the size of the trees, the strength of the vines, and how to get the cables under the wings of the ship. He managed to get everything that wasn't welded to the ship off and onto what passed for dry land in this swamp, or to translate the red droid, slimy mudhole.
The prince got his camp arranged, unpacked the battery and offered the plug to the skittish droid. It opened the socket in its chest and whistled its appreciation. As the droid was repowering, He opened the emergency rations. He took a bite of the dry bar and a swig of purified swamp water, and looked about the camp. He felt comfortable in the place, even if he still had no idea of where to find this Yoda. Just a bit wetter than he was used to, but so far nothing had affected his good mood. In a way, he felt like he may even have been here before. He took another bite and then felt it. A presence, not quite threatening, but watching him. He patted the droid and commented. "It's weird, but I feel.."
"You feel like what?" a second voice, not the droid's, asked.
The prince whirled into a ready position, his blaster drawn and ready, but not directly threatening the little kneehigh creature before him.
"Like I'm being watched." He wasn't sure if he should laugh or what, but the small wizened creature, with large pointed ears, big eyes and wearing gray rags of indeterminable age, leaned on his stick and made no threatening movement whatsoever. Luke holstered his weapon and squatted so that he was on as close to eye level with his visitor as possible.
"I am wondering, why you are here?" the creature asked.
"I'm looking for someone."
"Looking Looking? Found someone, you have, heh.
Luke grinned and shook his head. Something about the little fellow made him trust him.
"That I have."
"Help you I can, yes...Yes."
"Fine. Perhaps you can. I'm looking for a great warrior. I'm not even sure if I'm on the right continent. ... "
"Heh. Wars not make one great. Hmmm."
"Hey, that's my dinner." The visitor had reached over and grabbed the half-eaten food bar, tasting it and making a face. Luke took it from the tiny being and handed over a wrapped one.
"Here, have one of your own."
The creature pushed it away. "Thank you, no. How get you so big, eating food of this kind?" It pushed past him, unbalancing him so that he sat on the wet ground, and began rummaging through one of the cases, inspecting tools and tossing them over its shoulder. Luke stood quickly, brushed off the seat of his trousers and picked the tools up.
"Hey, you're making a mess. Look at them if you want to, just don't throw them."
The little fellow crawled back out, chuckling happily to itself, playing with the minilamp. Luke did a quick calculation, he needed that if he was going to have to repair the X-wing.
"Hey little guy, I'm gonna need that particular piece to repair my ship, when I get it out."
The creature clutched it close. "Mine, or I help you not."
Luke squatted again carefully, so if he was pushed, he wouldn't fall over.
"Do I need your help?" he asked in all seriousness.
"Find your friend. I help you."
"He's not really a friend." Luke had to admit. "I'm looking for a Jedi Master." He sat down on a case.
"Ohh. You seek Yoda." The little figure seemed to look at him in a new light. "Take you to him, I will."
Luke perked up. "You know him?
The little mannikin nodded firmly once, then turned to waddle away. "Yes, yes. We go, my house, eat, then see Yoda. Come, come."
Luke turned to the little red droid, which was beeping nervously. "You watch the camp." He followed the creature into the swamp.