Star Wars: Yoda's History

I'm up late and should get to bed because I have work early tomorrow, but screw it. I'm gonna write this fan fiction. Sorry for all you Star Wars geeks out there, if I butcher anything about the Star Wars universe. I'm basically making this up as I go along. I love the Star Wars series, but am unfortunately not particularly knowledgable about them. I've read a few books, and seen all six movies, and am pretty sure that Yoda is one of the darned coolest characters in all of cinematic history, which is why I started wondering how Yoda started out. Again, sorry if I butcher anything here, Star Wars maniacs, but here goes nothing.

Chapter 1: Dyrth Caedo

The cold expanse of space stretched out before the massive ship as its captain stared out at the glittering stars and the inky blackness. He adjusted his uniform, and looked down at himself, nodding. He looked good enough. He hoped. Soon his master would be arriving, and he wanted to look good for his master.
After all, if his master didn't believe he was receiving proper respect, he would obviously be killed.
That was how Sith were.
The captain squinted as he tried to make out the faint outlines of a planet not too many parsecs away. He wondered if this planet was the one they were looking for.
His master had claimed it was. Something to do with some intangible "Force" or something like that. Apparently the Force was exceptionally strong on the planet, but the captain didn't really buy into any of that. He had heard people all over the galaxy talk about this "Force" thing, of course. Jedi, for the most part.
But he had never really liked the Jedi. They were few in number, and nothing really compared to the enormous power that the Sith wielded. That was what had attracted Captain Hatlori to seek out the Sith. It hadn't really been a difficult task. They were everywhere. It was the Jedi that were hard to find. The Sith had had control of the galaxy for many many years, far longer than Hatlori cared to think about. They wreaked havoc and destruction wherever they went, always quelling any Jedi rebellions that threatened to start up. They had recently stopped on a planet on the Outer Rim. Tatooine, Hatlori believed it was called.
Didn't really matter. It had been easy enough to crush. His Sith masters had just gone down onto the planet and came back a few days later.
Yes, masters.
The Sith traveled in pairs.
Hatlori had heard rumours that the Sith did this because they were afraid of becoming extinct. He didn't dare ask either of his masters, though. He would surely be killed for such an act.
The captain turned toward one of his aides. "What is taking Dyrth Caedo so long?"
The aide shrugged, then went back to his work. Hatlori frowned. He considered for the briefest second going to check on his master's quarters to see if he was coming, but quickly decided against it. That would accomplish nothing, only death.
And Captain Hatlori was in no hurry to die.
They were getting closer to the planet. They had traveled days to find it. At first Hatlori had been skeptical that there would be anything out here, but Lord Caedo had insisted on it. Hatlori had complied, as always, and now his patience was paying off.
He opened his mouth to speak when he sensed Dyrth Caedo entereing the room. Instantly everyoen was quiet. Even the low humming of the ship seemed to dim slightly in deference to the evil that entered the room.
Hatlori began to sweat involuntarily; despite having been in the Sith's presence so many times before, he never got used to it.
Never.
The clanging of Dyrth Caedo's metal boots bashed against the floor like laser blasts. Hatlori cringed every time the Sith Lord took a step. It seemed to take him ages to arrive.
Finally he was standing by Hatlori's side.
"Grettings, Captain."
Dyrth Caedo's voice seemed to drip with hate, evil, and malice. He wasn't being polite. He wasn't exchanging pleasantries. Behind every word he spoke was a silent threat of death. Hatlori swallowed.
"Greetings, Lord Caedo."
"I see we are approaching the planet," Dyrth Caedo said.
Hatlori looked over at Caedo. He was quite tall for a human, well over six feet high, almost seven, Hatlori guessed. His big bulky framed belied his nearly unbelievable stealth and quickness. Hatlori knew. He had seen the Sith Lord in combat. It was a mighty sight to behold, one of the reasons Hatlori had decided to seek out the Sith in the first place.
"Yes, indeed, Lord Caedo," Hatlori said. "As you requested."
Caedo turned to Hatlori this time, showing his face that was scarred many times over. His straight black hair drooped down to his shoulders, enveloping his face in a curtain of darkness. His eyes seemed to exhude a sense of evil, more than any other part of him.
"How long until we reach the planet?" Caedo asked.
Hatlori turned to an aide. "You there. How long?"
The aide looked up nervously and said, "Approximately 12.5 hours, Sir."
"Good," Lord Caedo said. "That will coincide with what we are planning."
Hatlori wanted to ask what they were planning, but he didn't dare, fearing yet again for his life.
Caedo looked at Hatlori. "You look nice, Captain," he said, grinning evilly. Then he spun around and marched back the way he came, his blood-red robes billowing behind him like an evil cloud.
As soon as he was out the door, Hatlori exhaled in relief. Unwillingly, he had been holding his breath the entire time.
Turning back to look at the planet, he wondered to himself, "What is on this planet?"

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Chapter 2

Meanwhile, down on the planet that Hatlori was gazing at, the sun shone brightly. Its bright rays sparkled down onto the crystalline waters of a vast ocean, rippling and moving with the slightest guts of wind.
Birds of many different species flew over the ocean, sometimes right into it. No boats of any kind were to be seen.
Far away, on the other side of the planet, where it was night, the three moons cast a moody glow onto a seemingly deserted swamp.
Somewhere a frog croaked out a song, then splashed into the water silently, sending out ripples throughout the pond.
It was a very peaceful scene, one that conveyed the utmost sense of calm.
None of its inhabitants had any idea what was about to happen to it.
In a far corner of the planet, a bush rustled gently. It could have been the breeze, but right then a clawed green finger poked out from in between the tall reeds.
Eyes could be seen faintly behind the reeds.
The eyes squinted at the far end of the pond, where it could see something.
The something waved back, and so did the original green claw. Then it drew back into its shelter of leaves, blocking out the bright moon's glow, turning back toward the hole in the rather large lillypad that stood before it.
It reached down and lifted up a corner of the lillypad to reveal a tunnel underneath, leading down and through the water into some unseen place. Without hesitation, the creature to whom the green claw belonged slid down into the tunnel, crawling along into its damp dark spaces as it headed back to its home.
After several minutes of crawling its eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and it could see more clearly, more sharply. Not far now.
Several more minutes.
The soil and water around the tunnel teemed with tiny insect life.
Finally the creature stepped out into a miniature cubby hole, complete with two beds, a crude wooden table, and several leaves upon which were inscribed a poem in some alien language.
The creature sniffed, inhaling in the familiar scent of its home. It shook its head, rustling off the dew that had accumulated from looking out from the reeds. Droplets of water sprinkled off its sleek long green ears.
Then it rubbed its hand over its face, taking in a huge gulp of air with a monstrous yawn. Its skin was green too, and smooth as a baby's bottom. It blinked its blue eyes and headed for one of the beds. At the head of the bed was an inscription in the dirt wall; the creature's name.
Jolia.
Jolia paused for a minute and looked at the other bed, which was actually more like a crib. She walked over to it and peered down inside at the sleeping peaceful form of her baby.
It snored delightfully, no doubt having a myriad of wonderful dreams about its peaceful swamp life. She reached down and ran her hands over his smooth face, playing with his earsa little, then pulling back her hand and just standing there to watch him sleep.
Finally she forced herself to head back to bed. After all, she needed some sleep. Tomorrow was the harvest, and the rest of the community would need her help.
She walked over to her bed and crawled under her covers, falling almost instantly asleep in between their cozy warmth.
Over in the crib, the baby slept soundly.
There was an inscription on the wall above the crib too.
Yoda.

And there you have it. Hope you guys like it so far.

Pretty good so far. My nerdiness showing:
So the mother's eyes are blue? Hmm, yoda's are green. Interesting. A planet of yoda's... Very interesting...