I set my course for Yavin IV. I needed to warn the Alliance that the Empire was being lead right to them. I considered how to warn them as I traveled through hyperspace. The hours seemed to last forever. When I arrived in system, I noticed a great deal of comm traffic. They were preparing a counterattack against the Death Star. Apparently my warning was unnecessary. I floated in orbit behind the gas giant, away from Yavin IV. Perhaps there was still a chance for me to attack Tarkin when the Death Star arrived in system? Certainly there would be risk involved. They would be arriving in system under battle conditions and wary of almost any strange ship. I quickly discarded the idea as not only risky, but worthlessly stupid. There had to be a way to help them in this victory but I couldn't see it yet. I considered going to Yavin IV and offering my services in training young Skywalker. I really must discover his name one-day. As my thoughts wandered to thinking of how to begin his training I heard a voice, whispering one word. The word was "no". The source was unclear, fuzzy. I tried locating it and could only get a general direction. Could it be another Jedi? I wondered who it could be. I watched as the Death Star entered the system. I wondered at the mind, which could conceive of such a weapon. I reminded myself of Tarkin and his willingness to use it. I wondered about the Emperor on Coruscant and whether or not this signaled an awakening from his long sleep. Mostly I wondered what I could do to help the Alliance in this dire moment of its struggle. I noted ships leaving Yavin IV. Fighters, X-Wings and Y-Wings. Skywalker was amongst them. As they approached the Death Star another ship left Yavin IV. The one which had helped in their escape from the Death Star earlier. The feelings of the pilot and co-pilot were mixed. One felt they were running away, while the other felt the same, but tried to hide it. I played on his doubt. Made him worry about the people he was leaving behind. His fear of fighting against such odds was keeping him from being the hero he so wanted to be. I delayed him enough for him to forestall his jump to hyperspace. He sat and watched the battle, paying closer attention, telling his co-pilot that Luke would be all right. I finally had a name for young Skywalker. His confidence slowly evaporating as ship after ship was destroyed by TIE fighters. Finally, able to hold back no longer he began his approach of the Death Star. Having no idea of his goal other than to in someway support his friend. He watched ship after ship explode in flames. As he came closer he switched guns on, tracking the TIEs in pursuit of the last fighter.In the trench on the last run. Monitoring communications he noted it was his friend Luke. He fired, hitting one of the three fighters. I played off the fear of the other TIE pilot, who tried to avoid what he felt was a bolt meant for him. Colliding with Vaders ship. A Father chasing his Son. I wondered if he knew. Luke, now clear for his shot, took it and ran for home. With the destruction of the Death Star and Tarkin, I felt a sense of accomplishment for the Rebellion, but a loss for myself at missing my chance. I thought again of training Luke to be the Jedi his father had once been. That was when I again heard the voice telling me "no". I noted Vaders departure from the system. I considered following and dispatching him. I was again told "no". I decided I needed to discover the source of the voice. I was answered with "yes". I tried to find a direction in which it seemed to emanate. It seemed to be coming from a section of space containing the planet Eriadu, in the Seswenna sector. My new star charts listed it, as an industrial hub controlled by Grand Moff Tarkin (not anymore). I wondered at the coincidence, was it some form of trap? Had the Moff been working with Force-Users against the Emperors wishes? I thought that unlikely. Who would there be to train them anyway? When I arrived in system, I searched again for the source of the voice. It continued calling to me "yes...closer" Trying to get another fix I chose the planet Bpfassh. Upon arrival I discovered a rather strange planetary system. A very complex motion of a dual planet system and its moons, but it was clearly not my destination as there was not even a flicker of interest in the Force here. Taking another search found a nearby system called Dagobah. The charts listed it as entirely primitive, an unpopulated world with only primitive native life present. The answer came quickly " Yes, found me you have. Come to me you must. Listen to me you shall.". Master Yoda? I set the course for the final leg of my journey. Arriving in the system I found a mist covered jungle planet. Like Yavin in a few superficial ways but much more active with malevolent lifeforms. I searched for Yoda and he guided me to him. Coming through the foliage was difficult but manageable. I found myself in a narrow clearing within view of a small mud hut. I powered down the ship and disembarked. Waiting in the doorway was Master Yoda. The years seemed to have changed him in little ways. But then how much could they really change a creature over 800 years old? "Inside you will come. Listen to me you must." I followed him into his small home. I was barely able to fit inside his doorway and found it necessary to crawl on hands and knees. " Sit...sit." I obeyed him and waited for him to begin. " Klen Har Kwain, for many years had I watched you. Dead I thought you were, with the others. Bright pupil were you. Saw the trouble you did. Listened to you, your Master did not." I sat in silence, eyes downcast, listening to my far distant past as it came alive for me again through Yodas words. "Yes Master Yoda, I could not stand there only to die. I had to escape." I looked up into his eyes, beseeching him to say something, anything that would make my decades of guilt all right. He looked back at me, a frown on his face. " Fault you I can not for your choice to live. Your fear is of concern.... This is why you must not train Skywalker. " I sat in silence a moment, pondering his words " If not me, then who? Master Kenobi is dead and can not continue his training. I have studied for many years to be a Jedi. I can not allow it to all go to waste. I must do something." Yoda looked at me, shaking his head in concern. Leaning on his cane he turned and walked away, into another room of his home. When he returned he carried in his other hand a diminutive lightsabre. He sat down in a small chair and began dusting it with a rag; he blew some dust off of it, which started him coughing. " Many years have I kept this. Function it does not. No longer am I a Jedi who fights. I am a Jedi who waits. I wait for the student who will seek me. That student, you are not. " "But Master Yoda, why am I not? What is wrong with me? I have spent most of my life learning to be a Jedi. I have trained many years at the Temple, then many more on my own. While it was true I was once impetuous, I have grown older and wiser in my years alone.". Sighing Yoda begins to put away the sabre." I can recharge that for you if you wish?" turning he points his cane at me and says" That is why you must not train Skywalker. Always ready to fight. Enough of that has he already. No more does he need." Properly chastised by Master Yoda I sit in silence as he returns his sabre to his room. As he slowly returns to his chair I ask him " What then should I do? I want to help the Alliance in this struggle against the Empire. What should I do? " As Yoda sat in thought he turned to me and said " Know of you the Emperor does not. Know of you Vader does not. Hidden you must stay from them or ruin will you bring down on many. Stay with me for awhile as you train. A Jedi Knight must you first become." " But I thought I was a Jedi? I was well along in my studies as a Padawan. I've spent over 20 years since then improving my skills. What more must I learn?""Incomplete still are your skills. Hone them I will, temper you I must." I accepted Master Yoda as my teacher. I felt foolish to be playing the student again at my age, but it is difficult to argue with 800 years of training and skill. He was pleased at my skills and surprised at my abilities, but he also felt I had many lessons to unlearn before I could be anything but a Padawan in his eyes. I spent nearly a year training with master Yoda. During which time he and I would watch the progress in the galaxy made by the Alliance and also the more vigilant pursuit by the Empire. Yoda watched Luke from afar, as did I. Yoda deciding the time was not yet right. Master Kenobi came to visit us from time to time, always speaking with Yoda and asking if it was time yet to send Luke to him. Yoda insisted he was not yet ready to learn. Finally Master Yoda informed me his instruction of me was at an end. His task for me was one of opportunities. I was to be a constant but unknown thorn in the Empires side. He wished me to travel throughout the galaxy striking blows in the name of the Alliance but never revealing myself as a Jedi. I could not let it be known that a Jedi was running around or the Emperor would clamp down even tighter on the systems trying to root the enemy out. I must attack remote targets and flee before support or witnesses could determine the cause. I was to be a one-man guerilla force for the Alliance. I once again looked forward to having a purpose in my life, a sense of accomplishment. Now to pick my first target.