A/N: There is a tense difference in this chapter from the last chapter. Sorry, I just found it hard to write in the present tense for some reason.

I am calling Yoda's species the Yendell purely based on the fic by Lea-El. The species name belongs to her, unless I'm just an ignorant fool, and Yoda has always been a Yendell.

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With a thwip, the green-skinned, wrinkled Jedi master, deactivated his lightsaber and regarded the Sith lord thoughtfully. Oino raised his head, bleeding from a cut on his forehead where he had landed.

"Well? Kill me!" he spat at the Yendell.

Yoda shook his head gravely.

"Kill you, I will not. Save you, however, I just might." He continued to gaze at the disfigured man in silence.

"If you do not kill me, then you have condemned me!" hissed Darth Oino. "He knows I have failed, and he is coming!" Yoda blinked.

"Who is coming? Tell me, you will." He said, making a discreet hand gesture as he did so. Oino snorted.

"I have been poorly trained, I can see that now, but you would insult me so far as to assume I cannot resist Jedi mind tricks!" Yoda lowered his hand.

"See it, you must. Knew, your master did that not strong enough to defeat me, you were. Bored of you, he was."

Oino's eyes narrowed…

"No, that's not possible…I am totally devoted to my master. You lie. YOU LIE!"

With a high-pitched shriek, the Darth furiously brandished his hand, and blue lightning crackled from his fingertips, bathing the immediate area in a faint glow. Yoda didn't even move. The energy met an invisible barrier, and fizzled out. It was pitiful really, thought Yoda, just how shoddily this padawan had been trained. It was clear he had the potential to be a great force-sensitive, Sith or Jedi, but all that energy was being emanated freely from his body by the wild anger, and uncertainty, in his heart. The force-lightning was little more than a flashy light show.

"Lie, I do not. Sent to die, you were." Harsh, but true. "Help you, I can, if you let me."

Oino's façade of bravado wavered for a second.

"But my master, if he found me…NO! You're trying to warp and twist my mind, to turn it to the dark!"

This was new. Never before had Yoda seen a padawan deceived into thinking the dark side of The Force was the light.

Oino was trying hard not to seem bothered by his lightning's total failure to harm the small Jedi, but his face was starting to waver.

"Padawan," said Yoda kindly, "turn away from the dark. Come into the light." And with that, that single sentence of kindness, broke down the barriers that the padawan had built around his own mind. Yoda stood and felt the intense pain and misery wash over him, but he didn't flinch, for he had felt it many times before. From every Sith apprentice he'd ever faced. Granted, they had slightly better defenses around their minds, but the pain was always there. Always strong.

Yoda hobbled up to the sobbing figure and gently pulled the horrific mask off the padawan's face, to reveal a boy of only about fourteen years. Extracting the small, metal voice scrambler from the child's throat, he patted the young teen on the back.

"Be spurned, you shall not. Not the first Jedi, are you, to fall to the dark side and be rescued."

The tearful boy looked up at the little Jedi. There was hope in his eyes, but also sorrow.

"What about the other masters? What'll they think of me?" Yoda looked at him for a second.

"Be a Jedi once more, you will be."