Hello everyone! Hope you're all staying safe in these trying times. I hope this new chapter helps to make your day just a little brighter, if only for a little bit.

I won't waste time with pleasantries. Let me answer the reviews from my last chapter and I'll leave you with chapter 23:

-RKF22: Yeah we're entering a point in the story where characters are being introduced to other characters for the first time. Glad it didn't feel too awkward. May the Force be with you.

-Bountyhunter1977: I share your fears for how Luke's training and body parts will fare as things progress. Fingers crossed ;). As for the time travel business, that was just me getting ahead of myself for stuff that will be happening much later. Don't worry you haven't missed anything, it's just some ham-fisted teasing for later events.

-Kamizune: Thank you! Glad to hear you're enjoying it, it means a lot to me to hear you say that. I hope to continue this story for quite a while. This will definitely be the longest story I've ever written (I haven't written that much so it isn't all that impressive but I'm expecting it to reach perhaps 100 chapters… don't quote me on that… really have no idea ;)

-Hello: Hey! Happy to hear you're enjoying it so far. Those are all some excellent possibilities and suggestions you've raised. For now, I'm still thinking about how Obi-Wan's side of things is going to unfold since I'm quite clear on where everyone else is going to be. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Alright, those are all the reviews! Thank you so much to everyone who left a message, I appreciate your investment and passion.

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Luke felt awkward inside the little green creature's hut. Frankly, even that was an understatement. Considering he was over twice as tall as his host, saying he felt cramped inside his home was putting it nicely.

There was no way R2 would fit in the hut so Luke had had to leave him outside. Thankfully, a heavy shower was coming down which would hopefully clean off all the mud and grime the little droid was caked in.

The small green hermit was busy preparing a strange stew in a small pot over the fire. Luke was in no mood to eat. He needed to find Yoda as soon as possible and the carefree attitude of his mysterious guide was starting to wear on his nerves. There was a galactic war he needed to return to and he did not have time to waste loitering around in a swamp.

"Give you strength this food will," the creature mumbled with a shrewd laugh as he returned to the kitchen. "Come, come. Sit and eat."

He had strongly insisted that Luke spend the night in his hut. The latter had repeatedly tried to explain he needed to meet Yoda as soon as possible but the little creature had just laughed in his face and told him to be patient. This only irritated Luke even more. He was beginning to suspect he had no idea where to find Yoda and was just distracting him so he could rob him in his sleep.

"Look I'm sure it's delicious," Luke tried to speak calmly. "I just don't understand why we can't see Yoda now?"

"Patience," the creature replied predictably. "For a Jedi, it is time to eat as well."

Damn it all, Luke cursed silently. What am I even doing here?

He cast a dismissive look towards the minuscule table in front of him, covered in various bits of tableware and food, atop of which sat a large snake. It looked at Luke lazily with its emerald green eyes, before turning its head away in clear disinterest.

Luke had only needed one whiff of whatever was stewing in that pot to know he had no interest in tasting it. All he wanted was to get on with finding Yoda.

As the creature came back towards the fire to add more things to the pot, Luke decided he needed to try a more direct approach. He felt bad having to resort to this method, but he could no longer afford to sit around doing nothing.

When the hermit turned back around to look at him, Luke locked eyes with him, focused on the Force, and carefully waved his hand in front of him:

"You will take me to Yoda now."

For a moment, Luke thought the mind trick had worked since the hermit stared back at him blankly. But then, his empty eyes seemed to show a flash of sadness as he turned away from Luke to focus on his stew.

"Patience. You must learn patience," the creature spoke, much more solemnly and seriously than before. "In a hurry, a Jedi is not."

Luke could not believe it. The mind trick had not even fazed him. Could he be part of a species against whom it was ineffective? But the way he looked at Luke, it was as if he knew he had tried to manipulate his mind…

"Tell me," the creature spoke up, facing Luke, his gaze steady and searching. "Why wish you to become a Jedi?"

Luke did not answer immediately. It was not something he had often thought about. It had always felt like this path was the obvious one. He had accepted it without thinking twice; it had been almost like a natural reaction. People had shown him the way, and his instincts told him to follow it…

"Partly because of my father, I guess," Luke replied evenly, trying to avoid direct eye contact with his host. "But mostly I'd say it's because of Obi-Wan."

"Obi-Wan and your father, powerful Jedi were they, hmmm," the creature nodded in agreement. "Powerful Jedi indeed."

"Oh come on. How could you know either of them? You don't even know who I am?" Luke bit out in exasperation. He was letting his anger get the better of him, but he did not care; this was getting ridiculous. "I don't even know what I'm doing here; we're wasting our time!"

Luke's shout was punctuated by an emphatic crack of lighting. He tried to bring his heart rate down and release his emotions into the Force, but somehow, he could not manage it. Luke felt unable to rid himself of these feelings in his heart.

The creature did not turn back to face him. He leaned on his walking stick next to the fire, staring off into space. What caught Luke's attention was that he could suddenly feel his Force presence. It was faint but possessed a soothing quality that seemed to slowly wash away his anger and frustration.

"I cannot teach him," the creature muttered sadly. "The boy has no patience."

"He will learn patience."

Luke's eyes went wide when he heard someone answer. He looked around to see if there was anyone else in the hut, but it was only him and the hermit. The voice was familiar to him, so was the sensation he had when he heard it. Luke had heard this person before but… who?

When Luke turned back towards the creature, he was staring at him with a sharp, disapproving look. For some reason, Luke suddenly felt embarrassed; as if he were a child being reprimanded by his aunt on Tattooine.

"Much anger in him," he spoke sternly. "Like his father."

"All Jedi go through it, at some time or other."

That voice... where had he heard it? That gruff and aged tone, which still held passion and strength. Could it be…? Rahm? Rahm Kota?

But how could Rahm Kota be speaking through the Force to this old shriveled hermit? It didn't make any sense... unless…

"He is not ready," the creature spoke with finality.

Unless he was… No. It's impossible. He can't be…

"Yoda?"

Luke did not realize he had said it out loud, but as soon as he did, the little creature's aura began to shift as Grand Master Yoda fully unveiled his Force presence. Luke was unable to fathom what he was sensing; it felt surreal. Despite their size difference, the young man felt absolutely minuscule and insignificant compared to Yoda.

He was much more powerful than Obi-Wan, which already terrified Luke since Ben was the strongest person he knew. He was shocked that such overwhelming power came from such an unassuming person.

Yoda nodded slowly in answer to Luke's guess. Suddenly, all the sadness and apprehension he'd seen in his eyes made sense.

"I am ready!" Luke tried to protest. "I can be a Jedi. Rahm, tell him I'm— "

In his anxious frenzy, Luke momentarily forgot where he was and knocked his head against the ceiling as he attempted to get up. As he massaged the small lump he could feel forming on his head, Yoda paced back and forth in front of him, still watching him with those inscrutable eyes.

"Ready are you? What know you of ready?" Yoda asked, shaking his head dismissively. "For eight hundred years have I trained Jedi. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be trained."

Yoda stepped even closer to Luke. The young man did not think it was possible, but Yoda's Force presence felt like a flame warming his skin. He was completely taken aback by its intensity.

"A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind," Yoda continued. "This one a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away to the future; to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing."

To punctuate his point, Yoda jabbed Luke with the end of his gimmer stick. Now he really felt like a child being scolded, but he could not think of anything to answer back.

"Adventure. Heh!" Yoda chuckled ironically as he moved away from Luke. "Excitement. Heh! A Jedi craves not these things. You are reckless!"

Luke looked away shamefully. He wanted to push back and tell Yoda he was wrong but he could not find any compelling arguments. In fact, his prior actions had no doubt spoken louder than anything he could say now.

"So was I, if you'll remember," Rahm insisted. "So were we all."

Luke wanted to prove Yoda wrong. Rahm was supporting him too. All he needed was a chance; Yoda was beginning to listen. He had to show him he could trust him.

"He is too old," Yoda said defensively. "Yes. Too old to begin the training."

"But I've learned so much," Luke pleaded. "Obi-Wan has already taught me so many things. I can't stop now. He sent me here to find you so I could complete my training."

Yoda looked deep into Luke's bright blue eyes as if searching for his answer. The young man held his gaze confidently until Yoda turned away, heaving a small sigh.

"Will he finish what he begins?"

"I won't fail you," Luke replied determinedly. "I'm not afraid."

As soon as he said that, Yoda's ears twitched at the same time as his eyes widened with intrigue. Luke could feel his Force presence regress back until he could no longer sense the aura of the powerful Jedi Master.

"Oh, you will be," Yoda whispered ominously. "You will be."

Luke could not stifle the chill that ran down his spine when the old master said those words. As Yoda walked back towards the fire, Luke wondered what exactly he was referring to.

Obi-Wan had quickly given up trying to get a sense of time inside his cell. He racked his brain as much as he could and tried as hard as possible to sense something through the Force, but to no avail. He had to accept that, for now, he was essentially in a physical and temporal limbo.

Perhaps a few hours after Mara's visit, he had enjoyed the company of a squad of Death Troopers alongside the ship's chief doctor. The latter proceeded to place an IV in Obi-Wan's arm to feed him the necessary nutrients for his survival, as well as two catheters so that they did not have to worry about ever taking him to the bathroom.

Obi-Wan was not thrilled with this arrangement beyond the obvious reasons. While it was humiliating and degrading, it also removed one more potential way he could use to escape. Though at this point, it was still much too early to worry about that. Until he could establish a stronger connection to the Force, trying to come up with an escape plan was simply not practical.

With all other possibilities exhausted, Obi-Wan's only choice was to focus on freeing himself from this egregious hood. When he had first experienced the effects of the sith torture mask on Rattatak, he'd been able to escape it by slowly breaking apart a water pipe above him using his minuscule connection to the Force. Although back then Obi-Wan had had an elite Clone Trooper by his side to help him escape, not to mention also being twenty-five years younger.

However, since Obi-Wan had given a detailed report of his escape to the Jedi Council, to which Anakin had been present, it was more than likely Vader had many countermeasures in place if ever he attempted to free himself.

I really am getting too old for this sort of thing, Obi-Wan bemoaned.

In the end, the old Jedi decided on a plan. It would be a slow and grueling one; back on Rattatak, he'd only been able to escape after three weeks of tireless concentration. Obi-Wan had no way of knowing if Vader had already thought of his plan, but it did not matter. If he did not at least do something, he would be letting his enemies win.

For now, Obi-Wan's connection to the Force was like a minuscule fissure in an imposing stone wall. His only choice was to chip away at it until it became a gaping hole, even if he had to do it a toothpick.

Just as he prepared to focus, Obi-Wan's attention was reclaimed by the sound of his cell door unlocking. He did not even need to open his eyes; the regular echo of artificially drawn breaths told Obi-Wan exactly who was visiting him.

He slowly looked up and was greeted with the familiar silhouette of his old apprentice.

"Look how far you've fallen, Obi-Wan," Vader said dispassionately. "Is this how you are to die? Crippled and powerless?"

"My current situation is all your doing, Anakin," Obi-Wan replied slowly. "Kill me now if you wish but it won't do you any good. I have vowed never to leave you until you turn away from the Dark Side."

"Your arrogance blinds you. Anakin Skywalker is no more."

"You're deceiving yourself, Anakin. Even with this infernal thing on my head I know there is conflict in you. I had that same conflict when I tried to believe Anakin Skywalker was truly dead. But I was wrong; there is still good in you."

"And that is your weakness, old man," Vader sneered, leaning closer to the ray shield. "It was your foolishness that landed you here. Had you simply left me to die, none of this would be happening."

"I cannot kill you, Anakin. I thought I could bring myself to do it on Mustafar but I was unable to put aside my feelings. When I see what my decision turned you into, I can't help agree that it may be a weakness. I failed you, Anakin. I should never have abandoned you on that infernal planet. I'm sorry."

Vader observed Obi-Wan silently for several seconds. He was not sure what he was trying to find in the old Jedi's eyes, but what he saw did not please him.

"I do not need your apologies," Vader replied. "I do not need anything from you. The Emperor has set his sights on another prize: Anakin Skywalker's offspring."

Obi-Wan had to focus very intently to not let his eyes show his disgust. Every time he heard Palpatine's name or one of his plans it made him gag.

"You're talking about your son," Obi-Wan ground out. "Your own flesh and blood; don't try to run from it."

"I am not— "

"You're afraid because he's the one person tying you to Anakin Skywalker! But he's exactly the one who will save you! He'll— "

Obi-Wan's words suddenly died in his throat as an invisible grip tightened around his larynx. He tried to fight against it, but in his current position, it was no use.

"He will be turned, or he will die," Vader growled menacingly.

"He is training to become a Jedi, just like you were," Obi-Wan desperately gasped out; he could feel his consciousness fading. "He will succeed where I have failed."

Vader released his hold on Obi-Wan's neck. The old Jedi retched and gasped as he breathed in precious air and tried to catch his breath.

"Your faith in your padawan is admirable," Vader spoke knowingly. "But it is misplaced. Once we capture his Rebel friends onboard the Millennium Faulcon, he will stop at nothing to come save them."

A cold chill ran down Obi-Wan's spine. He wanted to call his bluff and say that Han, Leia, and Chewbacca were safe with the Rebel fleet, but it would not have done him much good. Vader was not one to make empty threats.

"Anakin… please don't do this," Obi-Wan said quietly, almost pleading. "This is what the Emperor wants, it isn't you—"

"You have failed, Obi-Wan," Vader said coldly as he got up and walked towards the door. "Everything that happens from now will be because of your own arrogance and weakness."

And with that, Vader left Obi-Wan's cell, letting the heavy door lock shut behind him.

Obi-Wan desperately tried to collect his thoughts and calm his racing mind, but Vader's threat just kept coming back to him, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

No! I need to trust Yoda and Luke. They'll find a way…

Trying to keep his doubts and fears at bay, Obi-Wan did his best to refocus his efforts on establishing a stronger connection to the Force. Though now, he felt it would just not be enough to prevent what had been set in motion.

It had been several hours since the Millennium Faulcon landed inside the asteroid. Han and Chewie had spent most of that time furiously trying to fix the hyperdrive, or at least patch it up until they could reach a planet where it could be properly repaired.

Meanwhile, Leia had been able to reattach C3-PO's arm. Her knowledge of mechanics was limited, but by using some blueprints of similar droid models which 3PO kept stored in his memory banks, she had been able to more or less return him to his former glory. Some of the connections were not perfectly wired, causing some involuntary spasms, but for now, it was better than nothing.

"Oh, Princess Leia, I cannot express my immense satisfaction at once again being whole," 3PO said excitedly. "Thank you so much for your help. I was afraid this accident would lead me to be deactivated."

"Don't be so dramatic, 3PO," Leia reassured him with a pat on the back as she cleaned the grease off her hands. "You were very brave, and are an important member of the team."

"Well… I…," 3PO was speechless; ironic for a protocol droid versed in over six million forms of communication. "I must say I am… beyond overjoyed to hear it."

Leia could not help but smile at the droid's sheepish attitude. No doubt that any other Rebel crew would opt for an offensive or tactical droid to have on board their ship, but Leia would choose 3PO over them any day. The fact that he always seemed to react and think in ways that were diametrically opposed to everyone else meant he often offered solutions without even realizing it. She felt truly blessed to have him and R2 as companions.

Speaking of which, Leia realized she should try to see if she could communicate with Luke. It likely would not be any good in this cave, but it would at least serve to make sure the communications array was working.

"Go see if Han and Chewie need a hand," Leia told 3PO. "I'll see if our communications are working."

Leia marched towards the front of the ship and into the cockpit. She could hear the intense disagreement Chewbacca and Han were having just down the hall, though she resisted the urge to shout a witty comment. Right now was the time to focus; banter could come later.

As expected, she was unable to contact Luke or anyone else for that matter. For now, it did not really matter. With the Imperial presence around them, there was too high a risk that the communication could be traced or intercepted.

There was also no message from Luke, which made Leia somewhat anxious. She remembered that strange feeling she had had on Hoth. How, almost instinctively, she had known Luke was in going towards a dark place. It had been like a reflex; as if his thoughts were being shared with her directly. Leia was still unsettled by what she had experienced.

She had no idea if it was in some way related to the Force and the Jedi, or if it had just been her mind going delirious from stress and lack of sleep. She was partial to the former, though the only person she could discuss this sort of thing was not with them.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was the second object of her worries. His last instructions had not been very reassuring and Leia could not help wondering if the worst may have happened to him. She quickly caught herself before her mind ventured any further. He is alive. Until I know otherwise, he is still alive.

As her thoughts wandered, Leia could not help remembering her father. He had always made it a point to personally teach her about the history and legacy of the Jedi. Whereas most citizens of the Empire believed the Jedi to have been a power-hungry group of religious zealots who's plans to overthrow the Old Republic were swiftly quelled, Leia knew the truth.

Her father had spent nights and nights regaling her with tales of the Jedi's heroics, some of which he'd even witnessed first-hand. He described the Jedi as fearless warriors, unrivaled in combat, but who always strived for peace across the galaxy, only resorting to violence as a last resort.

Leia remembered what her father had said about the fearless general Obi-Wan Kenobi; "The Negotiator". Her father had painted him as such as larger than life figure she had been unsure how the actual man would stack up. Far be it to say, her expectation had been met and exceeded. The vitality and strength of his youth had made way for the wisdom and benevolence of age. In any strategy meeting it was almost second nature to ask for his opinion and approval. His presence was like an immovable rock that helped to ground all those around him.

Now that he was gone, Leia missed the support his presence provided, however, all that she had learned from him allowed her to stay strong. Obi-Wan had helped her grow into her role as one of the leaders of the Rebellion, and now, despite his absence, she felt he was still watching over them as they maneuvered through the great unknown.

We will continue to fight, Obi-Wan. And we will save you.

"Are you okay?"

Han's voice made Leia jump out of her seat. She had been so absorbed in her musings she had not heard him come in.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she quickly said. "Just… thinking about someone."

"Oh. I see," Han said sulkily as he sat behind the controls of the Faulcon. "Anyone I should know about?"

"Don't tell me you're jealous?" Leia asked in disbelief, trying to keep a smirk off her face.

"Me? Jealous? Impossible," Han shrugged. "Just asking, that's all."

Leia watched with amusement as the smuggler methodically checked the dials and levers in front of him to fill the awkward silence that followed.

"I was thinking of Obi-Wan," Leia finally answered, mercifully. "I'm wondering where he is and if he's safe."

"Considering everything the old man's lived through, I wouldn't be too worried," Han said as he slowly reactivated the Millennium Faulcon. "I think even death doesn't want anything to do with him."

Leia could not help laughing at Han's remark. He had a way of phrasing things so succinctly and poignantly that helped you to take a fresh look at things.

"You're right," she said. "We'll see him again. I'm sure of it."

"Yeah, right now we'd better worry about anyone seeing us again," Han quipped. Chewbacca had entered the cockpit and was taking his seat next to him. "We've done all we can with the hyperdrive. Let's get out of here before they blast our asteroids. Hang on."

"Do you think we'll be able to make it back to the fleet?" Leia asked anxiously.

"Well… as the old man would say: may the Force be with us," Han replied evasively.

"I'm beyond relieved."

As Han lifted the Faulcon up off the ground and guided it towards the exit to the cave, Leia hoped they would be able to make it out without any more near-death experiences.

The only sensation Luke was able to focus on at the moment was the soreness in every single one of his limbs. While sleeping in Yoda's hut may have kept him dry throughout the night, it had also left him with very little room to spread out. It had taken several minutes for the blood to return to his arms and legs.

Getting up had also been much more painful than Luke would have preferred. His wakeup call had essentially been a whack from Yoda's gimmer stick that had snapped him out of his blissful sleep. The Jedi Master had simply told him to be ready outside the hut in five minutes.

Luke had barely had enough time to reanimate his limbs and get dressed before quickly running outside to meet Yoda. The latter was sitting on a large rock in front of R2, wiping away the few bits of dirt still clinging to the astromech's chassis.

"Hmmm, your father's droid he was," Yoda said to Luke, still keeping his eyes on R2. "Aware of this were you?"

"Obi-Wan told me, yeah,".

"Aware he is, of the struggles to become a Jedi. Watched many younglings and padawans in training he has. He knows what lies ahead for those who wish to become Jedi."

Yoda turned away from R2 to move closer to Luke. He walked up to him until they were about a meter apart. Their height difference was so apparent, Luke wondered if he should sit down to be at eye level with Yoda.

"The droid believes that you are ready," Yoda said evenly, resting his hands on his gimmer stick. "Master Kota thinks you are ready. Obi-Wan believes you are ready. Despite my own disagreements, their wisdom I will listen to. Train you, I will."

"Thank you, Master Yoda," Luke said with a small bow. "I will not fail you."

"He! Failure is not what I fear from you," Yoda said gravely. "Much anger there is within you. Made you powerful Obi-Wan has, but also more impatient. Long is the path of a Jedi. Much time is needed to fully learn. Do you have the patience?"

Luke did not answer right away. The reality was that there was still a war raging outside Dagobah; perhaps Yoda was not even aware of that. At some point, he would need to return to the Rebel Alliance and find a way to save Obi-Wan. Knowing all these things, Luke still answered:

"I do. I am ready to do whatever it takes to become a Jedi. No matter how long."

Yoda held his gaze thoughtfully for a few seconds before breaking away and taking a few steps away from him.

"What is the weapon of a Jedi?" Yoda asked casually.

Luke remembered what Obi-Wan told him when he gave him his father's lightsaber.

He unfastened the weapon from his belt and was about to give his answer when suddenly, it jumped out of his grip, flew around his head in a wide arc and bonked him on the back of the head with a sharp metallic "thud!".

As Luke tried to understand what in the world had just happened, his eyes were drawn to his floating saber hilt just in front of him. Yoda was watching him intently, completely ignoring the weapon he was levitating.

"What was that for?" Luke asked in disbelief, massaging the bump that was already forming from the blow. It seemed bumps to his cranium were becoming a recurring theme since meeting Yoda.

Instead of answering, Yoda simply waved his hand and Luke watched in awe as his lightsaber disassembled itself right before his eyes. Tiny screws were removed from the body of the lightsaber as its various metal plates and components were stripped away to reveal the glowing blue kyber crystal inside.

"Merely a tool this weapon is; not essential in a Jedi's duty," Yoda explained, effortlessly shifting around all the individual components that made up the lightsaber. "A Jedi's strength lies elsewhere."

"What do you mean?" Luke asked, perplexed. He really hoped Yoda remembered how to reassemble his lightsaber. "How am I supposed to fight without my lightsaber? All Jedi have lightsabers."

Yoda smiled knowingly and with a wave of his hand, Luke's weapon slowly returned to its original form, without a screw or fitting out of place, before dropping back into his hand. Luke gave a cursory flip of the power switch and was pleased to see the azure blade spring to life.

"Possess a lightsaber I do not," Yoda said. "But test your theory we shall. Come: attack me."

Luke paused a long moment, unsure if he had heard him correctly. Attack him?

"You're unarmed," Luke said slowly.

"Am I?" Yoda replied seriously. "Part of your training this is. Attack. Three tries I will give you."

Luke decided any more argument would not change Yoda's mind. He gingerly dropped into his fighting stance while the Jedi Master remained where he was, leisurely leaning on his gimmer stick.

"Ready?"

"Ready I am."

Luke tried to control his movements as he ran up to Yoda, preparing for an overhand strike. He did not want to risk hurting the person he had traveled so far to find. As he came within striking distance, Luke brought down his lightsaber straight on top of Yoda, putting his full body weight behind the swing.

Luke blinked once, and Yoda was gone. One moment the little green hermit was in front of him, moments away from getting cut in half; and the next, he had disappeared. Luke's lightsaber carved through the air and sliced a red hot gash into the ground.

"Better than that you will have to do."

Luke quickly turned around to find Yoda a few meters away, watching him with a bemused expression.

Luke did not waste time wondering how he had done that. Gathering up some momentum, he rushed towards Yoda, this time opting for a sideway swing to his midsection. He took the time to adjust his aim to hit his smaller body, but just before his blade made contact, Yoda was gone and Luke felt a sudden weight plopped onto his shoulders.

"Quite tall you are, hmmm?"

Luke felt the familiar tap from Yoda's gimmer stick on his head before he launched off his shoulders into a backflip and landed neatly on the ground behind him.

"How are you doing this?" Luke asked in disbelief. It was like his eyes were unable to keep up with his movements.

"Patience and training," Yoda answered simply. "That is what you need. One more chance to attack, you have."

Luke tightened the grip on his lightsaber. It did not seem like he had much of a chance of reading Yoda's movements so he tried another side swing, hoping he would be able to see how he had escaped him the first time.

However, Yoda did not evade Luke's blow. Just as his blade was about to make contact, the Jedi Master caught it with his bare hand.

Luke could not believe it. Yoda had stopped a lightsaber with his hand and was holding on to its blade like it were a harmless stick. Luke could scarcely comprehend how this was even possible.

Luke's thoughts were quickly interrupted when his lightsaber flew out of his hand, directly into Yoda's. He extinguished the blade and that was when Luke realized how quiet everything had gotten around them. There was not even a distant croak or chirp from any of the wildlife; it was as if the entire swamp was holding its breath.

"Patience and training," Yoda repeated, tossing Luke's lightsaber back to him. "Now, eat we must. Much there is to be done."

And with that, Yoda slowly trudged back towards his hut as if nothing had happened. The sounds of Dagobah returned and Luke was left remembering about Yoda's promise: You will be afraid.

On his very first day of training, he had certainly kept his promise.

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