"Hello, everyone." I waved. "You're watching, 'Question Corner' and I'm your host, Kale." Wearing a black belt that wrapped around the waist of my blue dress, I wore dark, comfortable heels that were only half an inch tall. Grinning from ear to ear, I stood tall with pride as I'd finally convinced Mini, our clothes planner, to let me go out in a dress without forcing me to wear tall heels. "Today we have with us one of the most renowned and powerful Jedi in galactic history, and he's granted us an interviewed to answer your guy's questions. Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for Master Yoda!" Pointing to my right, the audience clapped and cheered as a green skinned alien hobbled up the steps and slowly proceeded across the platform with his cane taking the first steps for support.

Coming up to greet him, I reached down to shake his small, green hand, but he bowed his head in a polite nod instead. Instantly, I retracted my hand to do the same when Yoda suddenly saw the error in greeting and extended out his arm to shake mine, but I was in mid-bow by this point. I hesitated as my mind tried to work out a scenario that seemed as easy as choosing right or left. To shake or Not to shake hand. I thought as the audience stared at our awkward moment with their own sense of amusement.

"Master Yoda." For once, I'd forget traditional handshake and wing it. "Thank you for coming to 'Question Corner'."

"Many emails, you have sent me. Hmm?" He slowly walked passed me to get to the chair. "Eventually had to come, I did. Otherwise, my inbox would continue to get too full."

"Well," I sheepishly scratched the back of my neck. "I think that's what our scheduler was hoping for when she did that, but still I'm sorry. I didn't know she was spamming you." I followed Yoda's slow moving form to the chairs and sat down in mine as he climbed into his. Watching him as he had to pull himself up into the seat, I cringed at the error we had made. I knew that Master Yoda could handle a tall chair as much as the next person, but it did look rather neglectful on our part that we didn't prepare a small stool for him or a smaller chair.

Still, with or without the stool he was able to settle fully in his seat before he replied. "Clever, it was. Here, am I not?"

"That's true and that's why she's our scheduler. Now, do you think you're ready for some questions from the audience?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." He chuckled as he braced his wooden cane against his chair. "Continue, you shall."

I nodded. "Our first question comes from Weathergirl17248, and she asks, 'When you talk, are you doing the word switching thing on purpose, or is that just how your species talks?'"

"Focus, my speech makes you, hmm? Not be so interesting, my conversation would be if not. Yes?"

"So..." I worked my jaw, considering his reply carefully. "does that mean you do it on purpose?"

"Say this, I did not."

"Okay, then which is it?"

"Tell you this, I do not have to." His green lips cracked into a bemused smile. "Hmm. Yes. Keep secrets of my own, I can." Then he pointed to me; saying, "Jump ahead, you do. Patience you should have in asking your questions. Yes."

Eying his with a darting gaze, I pursed my lips and raised a brow as I ever so slowly switched the cards in my hands. "Usually, I've found the first question marks how an interview is going to go, so I can officially, professionally say...I'm really confused, right now. Okay, Emerald-Laufeydottir asks, 'Master Yoda, have you ever fallen in love or do you follow the strict Jedi rules?'"

"Fallen for attachment, I have not." He gave a firm nod as he chose his words carefully. "Path to the dark side, attachment is and protect us, the rules do."

"Shadow Ninja asks, 'Is there a way to remove the dark side from a person?'"

"Hmm." Yoda's face scrunched up as he considered this until he shook his head in rejection. "Impossible, this is. A choice everyone must choose when taking paths with the living force. Choosing wrong, you're own fault this is. Shrouded by darkness can make it hard for individual to come back to the light side, yes, but impossible, this is not."

"But, ultimately you cannot take the dark side out of the person by force, correct?"

"Yes."

"That makes sense, since you wouldn't have Ventress, or Grievous, or Dooku doing what they're doing if you did, but wouldn't that be nice?...Uh, actually, never mind. I really shouldn't diss other guests. Okay, Darth Tyrone asks, 'I understand why marriage is not allowed, but why cant Jedi have contact with their families?'"

"Hmm." Yoda looked concentrated as he took several seconds to say in reply. "Distracting, even simple attachments such as family are. Family...loving, kind, caring, but hard to let go when the time of this when the time comes. Make a new family in the Jedi Temple the younglings do."

"But, isn't that just another form of attachment?" I asked. "Even if they are Jedi, aren't they still acting as the substitute to the child's biological family?"

"Jedi, different we are in ways of the masses. Always agree, we will not."

I shrugged. "That's true. We won't always agree. TheWriter'sMistress asks, 'What was Count Dooku like as a padawan?'"

"...Spontaneous, Dooku was. Always there when you least expected him to." Yoda replied. "But, paranoid he was of betrayal by his friends, so distanced himself, Dooku did."

"Why was he worried about betrayal?" Tucking one ankle behind the other, I propped my elbow up on the armchair and laid my chin in my hands as I waited for Yoda's reply. Dooku's threat was obviously a well-circled discussion on this ship, and I couldn't help but be curious about his past. It seemed right somehow to know who was the man behind these threats against 'Question Corner'.

"Lorian Nod." Yoda said. "A former padawan, this youngling was and old friend to Count Dooku, he was. Stole a Holocron, Lorian did to gain an edge on the prospective padawans in his class. When caught, blamed Dooku for his crimes."

"Why steal a Holocron to gain an edge?"

"Fearful, Nod was, about whether or not he could make the trials into becoming a Jedi Knight."

"Gosh," I frowned. "so Dooku never trusted anyone since?"

"Wary he is of attachments, now more than ever."

Placing the deck of cards on the coffee table, I stood up and said. "Will TheWriter'sMistress please come onto the stage please?" Being in the middle of the audience, WriterMistress stood up, pushed the sleeves of her blue tank-top up to her elbows, and carefully shuffled her way past the people in the seats beside her. They, the audience, clapped and cheered for her as she jogged down the steps. Meanwhile, Yoda leaped off his chair and slowly crept his way over to me. "Request, is this?" He inquired as he held his cane out in front of him with one hand on top of the other. I nodded in reply.

When TheWriter'sMistress came up to the platform she stopped just short of Yoda. "Request, I hear you are making. Hmm?" Yoda sounded happy and almost amused as he eyed the young woman standing before him in a pair of black converse.

"I am." She leaned down and outstretched her arm to the Jedi Master, "I just wanted to say, it is an honor to meet you." and she smiled even harder when Yoda took her hand gratefully. Being cautious not to scratch her with his aging claws.

"Pleased to meet you, I am." Yoda smiled back. "Nice person, you are. Can tell, I can." When they finished, I had to suppress a chuckle. It was just too funny to me that I manage to fail so horribly at shaking Yoda's hand, and yet she did it so flawlessly. Maybe I'm in the wrong profession after all. When the request was finished, I came up and patted the girl's shoulder. Giving her a nod of approval before she left to go back to her seat in the audience. The crowd cheering for her while Yoda and I both retook our seats.

"Amusing, you young people are." He said after everything settled down again. "So full of life, Yoda finds you to be."

I grabbed my deck of cards and said with a chuckle. "Well, we do get a kick out of living. KestrelRaven9 asks, 'Do you fear for Skywalker's future?'"

Yoda, thinking about this for a moment, placed his walking stick back against the chair until finally he said. "Clouded Skywalker's path is. Uncertain, I am as to where he will go."

"So, there's no way to know where which path he'll take?"

"Path? Easy, the answer to this is. Going for fast food, Skywalker is heading. Goldor street, I believe." Yoda gave me an amused look as the audience chuckled in the background. I should have known he wouldn't talk about such fragile things such as the General, and his light side/dark side battle. "Which fast food place he'll choose, not sure I am."

"Okay well, if you refuse to answer that then you'll love this: Jedi-TARDIS-Chick101 asks, 'What is your view on Anakin and the Prophecy of the Chosen?'"

"Hmm." He shook his head. "Certain questions, you cannot always have, Miss Kale. Onto another question, you will ask. Too curious, you are."

I raised a brow to the crowd and smiled knowingly. "Well, I'm not so sure what's wrong with being curious, Master Yoda. The cornerstone to this Holo-net channel is grounded by curiosity. It's what pays the bills."

"Curiosity." Yoda frowned at the word. "One day, trouble it will douse you in. Hmm. Yes. Pity you, I do..."

I quirked up my right shoulder in a casual motion. "Well, there is a risk in everything we do in life... I just come by it a little more often than most. But, we'll just have to agree to disagree. Hazardous By Instinct asks, 'Does your cane mean a lot to you? Or is the only purpose of it to help you walk?"

Chuckling to himself, Yoda leaned forward to pluck the piece of wood off the ground and laid it vertical across his lap. Patting the piece affectionately, he replied. "From Kashyyyk, the stick was from and gift from Wookies, it was."

"Was there a reason why they chose Gimer wood?"

"Juice." Yoda bobbed his head as though this word meant something to me.

"Juice?"

"Gimer Juice." He further pushed. "Nutritious, is it. Keep you alive, in case of food you are out."

"Wow, and how do you get the juice?"

"Chew on the stick's bark, you do."

"Hey, that's pretty nifty." I nodded. "Count Raptor asks, 'How do you start a morning?'"

"Wrinkle cream. Seem wise, I must."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait." I stuck out my hand and shook my head. "So, you put on wrinkles cream to take away your wrinkles?"

"Wrinkle cream, take away wrinkles it does not. Put them on." He smirked. "To seem wise, yes. Working, hmm?" He proudly displayed his side profile, and I was so close to believing him when he began to snicker.

"Okay, that's just not funny. Answer honestly." I warned.

"No wrinkle cream. Tried once, too messy. Meditate, I do."

"Okay, aside from the wrinkle cream mention, that makes a lot more sense. Thank you."

"Amused you find this, Miss Kale?"

"Very." I chuckled. "We have a question from Pronker who asks, 'Since you've lived so long, has it made you unsympathetic to the problems of the more youthful Jedi?'" Before I put the card into the card pile, I read. "And he says he's speaking on the topic of attachment."

"Jealous of my wrinkles are you? No, all serious I shall answer this question. Heavy burden, being a Jedi can be on an individual's mind. Distractions like attachment, bad for them this is."

Shaking my head, I read. "Drmethilon asks, 'When you fought Ventress, you used a force power that deactivated her lightsabers. Is it hard to do or can any Jedi do it?'"

"Concentrate, you must on the activation button. Hard, this is, but not impossible for all."

"And Rosesong Is Done asks, 'How old is Master Yoda?'"

"896." He frowned. "But, judge me by my age, you should not."

"Never." I promised. "And Captainrexbest35 asks, 'Do you like pie? I baked you a pie! But, you're not allowed to have it and it's Kale's fault!'" Upon reading this, I gave the audience a goofy look. "Ah, now you see, that's just not nice. I can't help it if presents are reserved for Christmas. It makes the actual day all the more special."

"But, pie I would like." Yoda sent me an accusing glare. "Pleased with this rule, I am not. No pie, there is."

"Okay. Alright. I get it. Let's try not to think about pie to make the pain easier, alright?" I then said, "Ahsokatano191 asks, 'How do you think Ahsoka is doing, after leaving the Order?'" and noted the slight flicker of grimness in his features before he schooled his features into proper submission. "Tano, stay out of contact, she has. Unaware of her situation, I am."

"But, emotionally speaking?"

"Answering this question, I cannot. A reply, only Tano knows. Hmm...yes." Pressing his palms together, he gave me a look of determination. "Temple politics, we wish not to bother the public masses with. Next question, you shall ask."

Letting out a sigh, I reluctantly switched the cards; reading. "I think they've already gotten involved, Master Yoda, but I'm not going to push if you're so adamant about not discussing it. ErinKenobi2893 says, '"You seem to be very good friends with Obi-Wan, but on the other hand you two don't always agree. How did you guys become friends, and what do you do when you guys don't get along?"

"Threaten to put wrinkle cream on him, I do." He smirked. "Great fear, my product brings."

I shook my head. "And how did you guys meet? Don't say it was at a wrinkle cream factory."

"Watched him, I did, grow up from padawan youngling."

"Okay well, that was our last question, but thank you for coming on the Show, Yoda." I stood up and placed the last card on the pile. "It really meant a lot to us that you came and...shared your wrinkle cream secrets with us." Yoda, hopping out of his seat, retook his cane and hobbled towards me with a strange look in his eyes.

"Thankful for coming, I am." He abruptly stuck out his hand in a friendly gesture, but I hadn't seen it coming, so I had to scramble to bend down and take it. Shaking it twice, I was about to pull away when he tightened his grip around me and pulled me closure. His nails digging into my skin as he whispered. "Darkness I see, in your future. Take caution, you must." Patting my shoulder like that was what he was planning to do all along, he then turned around to leave while I stood there gaping in shock. How did Yoda know? I thought, And why couldn't he have been less vague? I considered this until a sudden, awkward cough from the audience drew me out of my thoughts. Looking back at the crowd, I gave a simple wave. "Oh, hi. Sorry about that. Okay, our next question will be Chancellor Palpatine. The rules are...well, you know the rules.

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And with this said, I rushed out to speak with Greg, our security guard.