The Beginnings:AYoungYodaStory (Please Read)

Hey, I just found this story and it's great!!! Really. Very original plot bunny - I never thought there was a young Yoda story somewhere. And it's very cute having him disrespectful - knowing he'll grow up to be one of the most respectful Jedi Masters ever... Really nice idea and you're doing great for your first fic!! Keep up!!!

 

Ohh... and we discovered who the Master was! Wow, that was a suprise!

Excellent, Ken! Is there more to come? You post so fast!

EDIT: Congratulations on two pages!

 

LOL thanks, laura. ALL of yu, thanks!!! i'll hopefully be posting more soon

-veg-

 

i guess i do post quick yeah, again it didn't take long did it!
so here's a bit more ... enjoy!


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Yoda, Bayoh, Genia and the Council Masters walked out of the Room Of A Thousand Fountains shortly after Yoda had accepted Bayoh as his "Master".
The dark panther stopped Yoda from following Genia Kapa and the Council. The boy shrugged at him, clueless.
"No, no. You must come with me, Padawan. We need to get a bath and some nicer clothes for you."

Yoda looked taken aback. "Bath? And new clothes? Blah! My clothes are fine!"

"They are a disgrace," stated Bayoh.

Indeed, Yoda's clothes were ragged and swarmed with staines, rips, and tarnishes of dirt. Grass and blackened substances were dripping from him; his green skin had dark spots, smeared mostly on his face and hands, and his dark brown hair had knots that disturbingly looked more like they were middle-sized rocks. And weed and mud were also tangled in his wild, dark mane.

Bayoh made a faint growl. "Hmmmm.... You could use a haircut as well. I'm going to start to lose sight of you before your training even begins if it grows any longer."

"Tough!" objected Yoda, folding his arms moodily. "I'm not getting a haircut! Make me you can't!"

"Indeed?" Bayoh sparked his acid-like eyes at the youth.
Yoda snapped his mouth tightly shut, and blinked, as if puzzled. "Erm......Well...."

"*Gotcha*!!"

"What? Ack! Ugghh, oh *nooooooooo*!!"

He hollared an uproar as the huge mouth of the msakian panther bit gently into his stomach! It picked him up, and the panther ran with him in his mouth, as if he were young being carried carefully by a mother animal!
"Nooooo! Lemme go! Lemme be, you rip and scruffy ghoul of a Jed-die Mister!! Off!! You villain, you Hutt booger!! You snotty spitfaced wretch!! You flea-bitten bandit!! GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

Down the hallways of the Temple they went, Yoda protesting and shouting at the top of his lungs unstoppably all the way! Even when Bayoh had darted in the bathrooms, (the door had somehow opened by itself!)and even when he had started the water in a nearby tub (also magically started on its own!!).
He threw the boy in the tub of cool, steamy water, water splashing upon them both.

"Arghh! Uck! Why you--!"

"Now undress and take a rightfull bath," Bayoh said, smiling, but with a firm look on hs face. "Unless you insist that I must scrub the dirt off of you myself?"

Yoda stared back at him fiercely.
He didn't answer him back.

Bayoh nodded. "Very well. I will get the soap--"
"Take my bath I will myself!" Yoda roared back. "Go away! Go away you will!"
Bayoh's scoundrel-like smile grew. He walked to the door.
"As you wish, dear Padawan. Still, let me get you the soap. And the shampoo--"

"Begone with you, you villain!"

"--and maybe I should get the sponge--"

"GO AWAY YOU WILL!"

"--no bath is complete without a rubber ducky, of course--"

"**GO**!!"

A square chunk of soap was thrown out of the bathroom as the Jedi Master ran out in a hurry, and closed the door behind him.
Bayoh saw a pair of Jedi gape curiously at him. He smiled at them as he marched off into the passages of the Temple, his soapy paws slipping along the way at least twice in his tread as he went.

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a short piece,i know. but more to come soon!

-Veg-

 

That was great! Yoda... He doesn't want to take... a bath...

Excellent, Ken! Keep it up!

 

LOL!!! Ewww stinky Yoda!!! Great post Ken!!!

 

LOL! I loved the bath episode!!! Hilarious!! Really nice, Ken! I'm beginning to like Bayoh...

 

yo,thank yu! i always love even the slighest kinds of praise for my story/ies i might not have been still writing this fanfic if yu good ppl didn't read it
ahhh who am i kidding? im still gonna write this fic, cause, i honestly enjoy it
i'll be posting very soon


-Veg-

 

true to my word here's my latest post. please enjoy!


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It was an hour after that Bayoh had taken Yoda (with *abundent* amount of struggle) out of the tub. He gave him a towel.
"I'll show you to the barber's room. Master Muyara is going to give you your hair cut," he said.
Yoda snickered. "And what shall I wear there? Custom it is here to go to a Jedi barber naked and wet?"
Bayoh returned a chagrined look. "Muyara will be dressing you up in a clean Padawan uniform as well. So I suppose.... your old rag will have to do," he said, frowning.

"Ha! My old "rag" is far better tan any fancy-pants clothes.... Puddybong uniform....Hmmmph!...."

Yoda had quickly dressed back into his sandy, muddy, grass-stained burlap again, smiling delightfully to his groaning Master.

He and Bayoh left and walked down the halls yet again. Eventually, Bayoh led him to the chamber door of the last room on a top floor they'd reached.
"ShiShi? ShiShi, it's me," Bayoh called.

A perky voice sprouted from behind the door.
"Oh, Master Bayoh! Oh dear...Give me a sec!"

It sounded female, and it also sounded as if the speaker was walking through pots and pans and silverware, trying to find something. Yoda lifted his good ears, cocking an eyebrow as he heard a loud BANG within Muyara's quarters.
The door suddenly opened, and there apeared a stocky Quarren woman wearing green robes, and holding a pair of scissors in her webbish hands.

"Master Bayoh! How good it is to see you," said Muyara, bowing respecfully to him. Her eyes, which were the most brilliant tone of blue Yoda had ever seen, swiftly fell on from the Master to him. She smiled. "Ooh, and this must be the new Padawan of yours Iv'e heard so much *wonderful* things about! .... Yoder? Is that it?"

The youth felt himself becoming irritable to this question, but a hardening look from Bayoh made him control his annoyance, and he replied,
"Yoda I am. Nice to meet you it is, Mudbrain--uh, er, oh I -I mean...." Bayoh violently shoved him, growling, ".... M-Muyara I mean."

Surprisingly, the plump Quarren laughed.
"Nice to have the pleasure, Padawan Yoda. Please come inside!"

They followed her into into the room. It had white tiled-floors and bright lights above, shinning like mini-suns into Yoda's eyes. There were sinks, where all kinds of unknown objects lay around, some looking like combs and hairdryers, others looking like edged killing instruments.
"Ugghhh....Erm, Bayoh?...."

"Come along, Yoda," said the panther, motioning him to follow. Yoda apprehensively walked beside him as they followed Muyara.... until they came to a giant, rubbery black chair.
Muyara beamed, seeming overfilled with excitement at this moment.
"Let me help you up here, little one," she said. Before he could stop her, the Quarren's slippery, slimy hands picked him up from under his arms, and prompted him on the seat.

Yoda saw Bayoh purring, which he assumed must be a msakian panther's way of giggling.

"Oh dear.... You certaintly have a *lot* of hair, little fellow," Muyara said, studying his knotty hair as if it was someting useless that would soon become her personal work of masterpiece.
"Now, little Yo-Yo, let's see what we can do about it.... Let's see what we can make from this mess...."

Yoda closed his eyes, and felt like yelling until his lungs exploded as he heard the scissors snipping and snapping, and the purring of Bayoh sing in his ears.

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"Padawan....You look *great*."

Bayoh stared, smiling, at the form of his apprentice.
Yoda was infront of a mirror his size, dressed and cleaned and groomed.
Yoda gaped at his own image, he himself barely believing the great change he had undertook.
For clothes, he wore a tunic under a robe of auburn-brown, with a tight belt of lether on his waste, and rather baggy pants. He had sandals, (made for his especially digited clawed feet) that were a biege/khaki kind of color.
His hair was clean and washed, and looked slightly lighter now. It was put in a tail and hel

 

What a hellraiser that young Yoda is! Enjoying this story much am I. Write more soon you will.

 

Oh, this is so GOOD! Yoda creeates quite a fuss, doesn't he?

Very cool, Ken! Keep it up!

 

LOL! So Yoda wasn't always the wise old master we all know and love. I loved the naked Yoda swimming in the fountain, though it presents an image that will have me wincing for a while to come.

 

I have a couple of questions about Bayoh.

Is he able to walk upright? And is he able to use his front paws as hands?

He must be able to grasp items with them; otherwise, how else would he be able to use a lightsabre and -more importantly- teach others to use it.

Will Yoda be encountering any Sith? I wonder if this is possible, as this must take place around the time of the Sith Wars.

 

I don't think they're going to encounter any Sith. Yoda was 900 years old during ROTJ time. That means he was 864 years old in TPM. The Sith have been extinct for a millennium during TPM, so the Sith War took place 136 before Yoda was born. So, if Yoda is 81 in this story, that means that this story takes place 217 years after the Sith War. So meeting a Sith Lord would be unexpected... unless thery run into one of the two Siths who are there at the time and hiding.

Am I right?

 

funny!

i agree with you, mar17swgirl, i don't think they'll encounter any sith either, unless the jedi who said that the sith had been extinct for a millennium was giving a rough estimate.

 

toronto, some of yer questions about Bayoh and other's questions about the Sith will be answered later on in the story, in the future. just hafta wait and see
and thanks for yer comments, guys. more to come *very* soon.

-Veg-

 

here's a bit more read and enjoy all!


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Four days had gone by.

Bayoh was spending most of his time with Yoda, explaining the ways of the Force to his new and anxious Padawan. Yoda more than craved to hear about it from him, and Bayoh tried to tell the youth all he could.
But the boy had trouble understanding the Force still. And no matter how horrible he screwed his face or how hard he stomped his feet, the only answer Yoda got from Bayoh about understanding the Force more was "time is the key to understanding".

"So mysterious is he," Yoda grumpily said to himself one day in the cafeteria. He was again at a table sitting and eating by himself, as he had been the last couple of days. Yoda made a lonely sigh as he waved his spoon in his k'raz soup.

He heard one table of humans burst out in laughter together across him. He looked sullenly at the group of friends, then snarled and faced his bowl again.

"Came here I did to get away from that old villain for once," he said darkly. "Here to make friends I am not.... A Jedi must I soon become.... Yes. I *must*...."

"Hey junior, are yeh talkin' to yehself?"

A feline-looking alien child was staring at him from behind his chair at another table.
Yoda made a start. No one had ever talked to him here before.
The boy goggled at him strangely. "Yo, yeh okay, little guy?" he said.
Yoda bit his lip gingerly. Why did everyone he meet seem to call him "*little*" something?

"Allright I am," he answered in a murmuring voice.
"Okay. So why do yeh always sit here alone? I see yeh 'round here every lunch and yer always alone with yer panther pal. I heard it's a Jedi Master named Bayou. Is that true?

Yoda sat, almost shocked by how fast the feline child talked. And his accent was very slang and spirited, he noticed.
"Er....well. Bayoh is his name, and a msakian panther he is. From planet Yammerding 24 rather, or something. My Jedi teacher he is."

"Oh, yer Master? Geeze. That sounds odd.... So what's yer name again? Didn't catch it."
His purple furry face created a smirk.

"Yoda," Yoda replied.

"The name's Tepi Limbur. Just call me Tepi though, Yoda. Could be friends, me and yeh, right? So lemme shake yer hand." He held out a furry pawlike hand to him, and Yoda, without thinking, shook it with his own.
"Three fingers...." Tepi Limbur chuckled. "Cool. Hey, Yoda, why don't yeh sit with us at our table? Can tell us 'bout yerself."

Surprised, but keeping couteous, Yoda nodded, and moved himself and his tray to Tepi Limbur's table of laughing, loud friends, (the seats were adaptably fixed by the push of a button).
"Hey all, this is Yoda," Tepi said to them.
They all waved at him and smiled, some of them joking with eachother and shoving Barabel fruit in eachother's faces while doing so.

"Kertawk, you jerk!" giggled a blonde Twi'lek girl to a Rodian as he pinched her arms and legs. A human girl was throwing her bread to another girl, crumbs and cabbage in her red hair.

Yoda felt juice spray on his face.
He glanced to Tepi, who was throwing a container of milk at a skinny and innocent-looking Mon Calamarian.
"Take that, Tarkiss! Steal my soda will yeh? Ack! Right in my eyes! He squirted me in my eyes!! Well, take *THIS*--"

Gusts of playful laughter hollared at their table, and food was spred all over.
Yoda bit his tongue, and made an irritating sigh.
"Going I am," he said, taking his tray and retreating from them. None of them moved or seem to hear him, and their laughing and food-tossing went on long after he left.

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more to come soon!
PS: yeah, i had to edit a huge part of this post, so sorry if its not much.

-Veg-

 

Good post, please post more soon!

 

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Yoda had moodily exited from the cafeteria, quiet and sulky. He took a breath when he reached the halls outside, and glanced back at the doors of the cafeteria, as if he were unsure he had done the right thing by passing through them.

Yoda sneered grudgingly. "Hmmmph. "Friends". Call that friendship these Jedi do?.... Come on, Yoda, let us be *friends* you and me, Yoda...."
He went on mummbling testily to himself throughout his walk around the corridors of the Temple.
He might as well find that old villain Bayoh again, he decided. Drousily, he made his way into a turbolift near him, and sighed, as if expecting a tragedy to come when he reached the top.

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"Something amiss besides your stench, my dear Padawan?"

Bayoh walked with his apprentice in an empty training chamber. He had been meditating when Yoda had barged in his private quarters and banged his door, making a few greatly noticed dents in it.

Yoda scoffed. "Tell me more about the Force, you will. I want to know more," he said in a clear, dignified voice.
Bayoh looked at him unflappably, and sighed.

"I've told you all that I can, Yoda. Understanding comes from within as it does by example. You must be patient--"
"No use have I for patience, if ready I am," the youth objected, facing the panther's brisk eyes. "Ready I am for this, Bayoh."

"You are only a beginner, Yoda," Bayoh said more softly. "Take one thing at a time. I do not understand why you seem so urgent, so upset. You will hear more of the Force and understand it, eventually. Why must you hurry?"

Yoda growled. He bitterly replied, "Because better than the others I am."


Here Bayoh haulted, and sat down slowly. He kept his own yellow-colored eyes on the golden-brown ones of the child before him. Quick-tempered and defiant looking, Yoda stared back at him fearlessly.
"What?" he spat at him, leaning closer as if he wanted to hear the old one's reply clearer.
Bayoh closed his eyes, and shook his head, muttering in a strange tongue, " Si hteki lebeh tsumy hwho?...."

"What was that?" shouted the boy stifylt, holding out his long ears as if he were going deaf.
Bayoh shook his head yet again. He looked with deepening eyes at this disrespectful youth, and he, finally, sighed.
"Allright, Yoda," he said. "What is it you want to know?"

As if he were getting a present, Yoda uplifted his light green face, and smiled rather roguishly.
"Heh. I know you'd give in! Now let's see.... Hmmm. Oh, right! Bayoh, tell me about the Dark Lords of Sith. Heard about them here alot I have,' he said excitingly.

Bayoh frowned. "As you wish...... The Sith were a cult-like people, started by a fallen Jedi, named Bogan. He believed that the Dark Side was the righteous and more powerful way to follow for the Jedi, and he argued this belief with the Council."

"Bad the Dark Sith were?" Yoda asked jokingly.

Bayoh emptily nodded. " The Council didn't share his belief, of course. Bogan was banished from his home in the Temple, and his oath as a Jedi was dismissed by the Council. They had mercifully decided to only expel Bogan for his turning to the Dark Side instead of killing him or holding him in a security prison. Bogan was forbidden to use the Force in any ways.

"But he bviously didn't heed the Council's orders. Bogan indeed had a strong feel for the power of the Dark Side, and so, he either kidnapped or brainwashed others, anyone he could find, to serve him and surrender to the Dark Side. Bogan soon collected his own set of Force-strong individuals, and trained them in the ways he believed were great: the principles of hate, greed, fear, lust, jealousy, and vengeance.

"He had gathered many followers by himself. After a few years, Bogan was made leader of his clan of Darksiders. He then abandoned his given name, and took on the name "Darth Bane". Some historians say "darth bane" means "dark brother". And so, the name Darth was bestowed upon all of his followers. They eventually named themselves the Sith, or the "Dark Lords" of Sith.

 

PS: again, excuse the terrible sloppy typing!
thanks

-Veg-

 

Aww, the last part was so cute...

I liked it! Great job!

 

thanks here's a bit more..

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"Gimme gimme gimme!"

"Hold your tauntauns, young one, I told you you only get to hold it."
Bayoh and Yoda were in a lightsaber training room. Yoda was awaiting impatiently while Bayoh searched the usually-locked case of Jedi weapons: none other than the lightsabers themselves.
Almost three months had gone by since Yoda and Bayoh had been assigned as Jedi Master and Padawan. In that time, the two of them had grown significantly more comfortable with eachother. Yoda had learned more of the Force, and had grown to understand most of the Temple's rules.
Not necessarily meaning he followed them.

Nevertheless, he had improved in some ways. Bayoh noted that the young elfin-boy called him Master now. How he gave the traditional headbow to other Masters in the halls as a departure gesture. Bayoh was very proud of him, but he kept his happiness to himself.

"Please Master, please hurry!" Yoda said to him in a rush. "Waited for this moment I have for such a long time...."
Bayoh smiled. "Allright allright. Ah, here it is.... This lightsaber will do for you. It's just the right size," he said.

He picked up a lightsaber from the chest with his paw, and handed it to his protégé.
Yoda grinned in greatfulness, his hazel eyes gleaming on the well-made weapon.
He looked at Bayoh. "Well Master? Are we to begin?" he said challengingly.
Bayoh shook his head. "Yoda. You know you're not yet ready to fight with a lightsaber. Right now, I just want you to ignite it. Get the feel for it. Make some moves in the air if you wish, and remember the power on these are set low; but you are not yet prepared to have combat with lightsabers."

Yoda sighed,and his ears scaled down. "I'm not ready to do anything, am I Master?... If I am not set to do it now, then when *will* I be ready? Keep being "patient" I cannot forever!"
"Stop asking questions you can answer yourself, Padawan, and press the button allready." Bayoh moved his head to the lightsaber handle, licking his paw as he did so.
Yoda groaned at first, then nodded, and he quickly pressed the button.
A long jet of brilliant light stemmed out of of the top.
It was a wonderful thing to feel. Yoda inhaled and exhaled as he held the Jedi weapon. He felt as if his spirit were with that sword of radiance, glowing just as warm and bright.
It made a soft breezy sound.... like a humming bumblebee.

Yoda saw Bayoh study him, smiling as if he understood how he felt with the lightsaber quite well.
"Give it a few moves, Padawan," he encouraged. Yoda nodded, and licked his lips. He stepped back some paces, and gave the saber a quick swing. He moved back and forth, speeding up with his gait. He made a couple of stabs into the air. It felt like lightning were striking nearby with every move he made.
He heard Bayoh's deepground voice. "Good, good! It is a lilting feeling holding a lightsaber is it not?"

Still keeping his eyes on the blade,Yoda nodded eagerly. "Yes! If I knew what lilting meant, Master.... But a cool feeling it i indeed! I hope to have one of my own soon.... Make one I will, right? You told me Jedi fashion their own lightsabers all by themselves."
"That is true. But you have much to learn abuot lightsabers and their power before you create one for yourself. And," he added, lifting his head up, "if you work hard and listen to me like you're suposed to, I think that that time will come a great deal quicker for you, Padawan."

Yoda smiled, continuing his gaze on the blade's light. But Bayoh again interrupted.
"Remember, Yoda. The lightsaber is not something a Jedi should toy with. They are dangerous in the wrong hands. And even in the right hands, mistakes are made that have high costs. And yes, the feel and strength of the lightsaber are great. But Jedi are not about raging weapons. We are about serving that which needs to be served."

Yoda smirked cockily. "Ah, so in other words, the lightsaber makes not the Jedi. The Jedi makes the lightsaber." He made another vibrant move in the air.
Bayoh rolled his

 

LOL! Cute post, Ken! I liked it! Very nice relationship between Yoda and Bayoh. More soon, please?

 

AHHH!!! I'm sorry, Veg, I just wanted to say I haven't gotten a chance to read this in a while because it's so hard keeping up on all the fics! I'll try to read it later when I have a chance, but it certainly looks like you're still doing well!

 

The next day, while trying to meditate in his bedroom as Bayoh had told him to countless times, Yoda was called by his Master. He said the Council wanted them for something.

Fed up by this disturbance, and surprised, Yoda fianlly gave into Bayoh's dominant yells and nodded, and he and Master Bayoh went to the tower of the meeting Council as requested.

The doors opened to them shortly after they entered the waiting room. They both stepped inside the chamber.
Yoda recognized the members, all seated in red-cushioned chairs. They were all a strange mixture of aliens and humans, and he thought they looked more like circus entertainers than honorable Jedi warriors.

"Welcome," greeted Master Aeoaobi, whom Yoda recognized at once. The old human man's blue eyes rested upon them both.
Bayoh nodded. "What reason have you called my Padawan and I to you, Masters?"

Moving his long, silvery eyebrows from his shoulders, Aeoaobi said simply, "The Council has *recomended* that you and your apprentice take a small quest-" he stopped a second, letting Yoda gasp. Even Bayoh let out a small jolting noise of surprise.

"We think it would help your Padawan on understanding the Force, seeing as how he's having unsatisfying trouble with it. He could also learn better about a Jedi's reason. And about the DarkSide."

Bayoh seemed to look as if this were an unlogical thing to say. Yoda scowled at the outraged look on the panther's face.

"But Yoda is not yet ready, Master Aeoaobi," Bayoh objected clearly.
"You do not know that for certain, friend."
The bearded Jedi gazed at the diminutive boy. "I think that this will be a swell journey for the both of you."
The heads of the other Masters nodded in agreement.

Bayoh's jaw was anchored. The msakian panther seemed to be terrorizingly shocked by this decision. He did not speak.

As for Yoda, who had been smiling agressively throughout the whole discussion, he raised his head, and roughly asked,
"Tell me then, Aeoaobi, what sort of quest do you have in store for me my Master?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~-.To Be Continued.-~~~~~~~~~~~~~