That had gotten the Dark Lord angry now. He almost jumped out of his seat and bent his body 
heavily over the desk. His hand griped Jix' side of it and his mask was very close to his 
agent's face. Jix leaned back and began to shrank into himself. 

" Stop it at once, Jixon. That is not amusing," Vader barked out. 
Jix brought his hands up in a soothing gesture. " Hey, I'm sorry,that went a bit to far, 
but you didn't reacted to anything I asked." 

Vader seated himself again and as if nothing had happened began to answer in his clam manner. 

"As for what happened, Jix; The rebels managed to find a leek the technical-security to 
defeat the Death Star." This got him a raised eyebrow from the Corellian. 
" Yes Jix, don't say it, that was too solely my fought, not to get the plans back in time. 
I know, don't even start on me." 


" I begin to wonder why you are still alive at all." was Wenga's reply. 

After a short pause Vader intoned; 
" 'cause he needs me and I'm his best man." 
" Touché," Jix laughed out. 
" I still don't understand how they blasted off the Death Star," he inquired farther. 

" Well, they found a spot where they could shoot a torpedo through, that went to the power 
core," Vader explained. 
" Construction failure," Jix stated. 
" Yes indeed, and the Death Star was not designed to ward off snubfighter-attacks. I sent 
out Ties and went with them, but the last fighter got a clear shot before I could disabled 
it." Vader described what had happened. 

" So you want me to find this pilot to have your revenge," Jix guessed. 
" No Jix, I do not," Lord Vader stressed out. 
This was indeed a surprise to the agent. 
" You... not," The Corellian stuttered before he got a grip on himself again. 

" Well, NOW you got me curious. What exactly you want me to do?" One could clearly see the 
question-mark on Jix' face. 
" There was another one, who got away from the battle disabled but alive. That is the one 
I need information about," Vader explained. 
" What's the logic in that?" Wenga Jixon was now truly perplexed. 
" You are not to ask my reasons," the Sith became all vaderish again. 
" As it is, I already know who the first pilot is. And I do not wish anybody to know," 
Vader tried to end the discussion. 
" Now I don't understand anything anymore," Jix lamented. 

" You do not need to understand, do as I told you. And do not let anyone know about it," 
Vader repeated intently. 
" You are dismissed," he ended their conservation. 

Jix seemed to want to say something more, but thought better of it and left pouting. 
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Luke had followed Yoda to his little hut, but only when Obi-Wan had appeared to defend Luke 
against Yoda's criticism did Luke understand that this little green "not too intelligent" 
creature was the Jedi Master he had been looking for. 

The discussion between the two Jedi Masters had gone on and on, with Luke throwing in his 
offers of willingness and eagerness to learn in any way Yoda might demand. 

Even when Obi-Wan began to plead with Master Yoda, the old Jedi would not give in. He would 
state that Luke was too old, too fixed in his way of thinking, too adventurous and most of 
all too emotional. 

"Too great a risk, to train he is. My last word it is. A new Vader we need not," Yoda stated 
matter of factly. 

This made Obi-Wan quite upset. Spirit or not, he thought that Yoda had implied it was his 
fault that Anakin was trained and became Vader in the end. 

" All right, then I will train him," Obi-Wan threw at Yoda. "And if you cannot accept this, 
we will have to leave for some other place in order for him to train!" 

"But Ben," Luke interjected. "I can't leave. My only possibility of transport sank into the mud." 

"See Obi-Wan, even believe in the Force he does not," Yoda pointed out, "Train him you will 
not. Too much energy does it take for you to form. Even then, stay long in this plane you cannot." 

"I will if I have to. Even if it would only be a very rudimentary training," Obi-Wan insisted. 

"Not fully trained , even greater a risk it will be. Bent to the dark side, too easy he 
will be," Yode insisted. 
"Your choice it is, Master Yoda," Kenobi used Yoda's own grammar for emphasis. "Now, who 
will train him, you or me?" 

"Too much like your Master you are. Stubborn you are. Follow your own judgement only you do," 
Master Yoda accused Obi-Wan. 

"That is not true. I always obeyed the councils orders and advices," Kenobi rejected. 

"When to decision it comes to train a Skywalker, you do not," the ancient Jedi objected. 

Obi-Wan's face showed his disappointment as he looked at Luke. "Come on Luke, let's go to 
your camp," he said sadly. 

"Wait you will," Yoda spoke up again, " Train him I will. Needs full training he does, if 
to withstand the dark side he is." Master Yoda had finally giving in and you could see the 
spirit's shoulders slump down with relieve. 

"Thank you, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan Kenobi bowed to him. Than he turned to Luke. "Please go 
back to the camp and bring your things," he ordered Luke. 

As Luke began to crawl to the door, Yoda stopped him. 

"Wait you will, I said. To eat he needs first." 

Obi_Wan smiled at Luke ruefully. 

"I hope you will remember that I tried to safe you from his cooking." 

With that said Obi-Wan's spirit vanished again, happy that he no longer had to consume food. 
Especially Master Yoda's gruel.