The streams are now crossed

[youwillbe]

It would be easy to miss Yoda's presence. He is, after all, only 0.6 meters tall. People have to look down to spot him.

Of course, to anyone who does look down, he's rather unique looking. Small. Green. Wrinkly. And, for some reason, dressed in the sort of sailor suit a toddler might have worn in the 1920s. Zelien had been hard on clothing, and for someone his size, replacements were... ecclectic.

This wasn't the swamp. After the business in Zelien, Yoda was expecting to finally be back in the swamp and spending a few years contemplating everything.

It seemed the Force had other ideas though. Except... something is wrong here. He stumbles slightly as he steps forward. "Quiet here, the Force is."

And without that connection to the Force, he really remembers that he is 881 years old. And that's hard on any body.

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[youwillbe]

Yoda shoots him a dirty look which softens slightly when he realizes just how young the speaker is. Apparently he's never been taught proper manners. "Rude, such a question is."

[orions_shadow]

"Why? I just wanna know what you are." Because obviously such a question, direct as it is, does no harm. Why is it rude?

What, old bugger, got a stick up your butt?

"What's with the little sailor outfit? Are you a gremlin?"

[youwillbe]

"The most important thing about a person, mere species is not." It certainly didn't affect most of his choices. His life was driven by his allegiance to the Jedi, not a long forgotten homeworld.

"A gremlin I am not." He tugs at the collar of the sailor suit. "Hard to come by in the last place, clothing was."

[orions_shadow]

"Guess not." He replies softly, not wanting to admit so easily that the little creature was right. Now, that problem of clothing he could actually do something to assist.

"You can replicate some new ones. They got technology what just makes things. Poof, like magic." Now he would hope that Yoda understood that 'like' magic didn't mean it actually was so.

"Their style is... uh. Kinda an acquired taste."

[youwillbe]

"A Jedi, I was. More important than species is that." More than ever.

The possibility of not having to scavenge clothes for human toddlers was certainly interesting. "Like in the futurevids. Useful in the war, that would have been." Starships were part of his life. Replicators, on the other hand... "Unique most planets' styles are."

[orions_shadow]

"What's a Jedi?" No idea, this one. Couldn't even offer a guess. He was miserably far behind on his pop culture references. Probably for the best.

Then futurevids, among other things, he wasn't familiar with those either. "I prefer Earth style."

He tugs at the hood round his neck. "But even then they kinda have weird things goin' on with the clothes in this time." He draws a line with his paw down a seam on the arm that was tailored for his unique proportions, more cat than human.

[youwillbe]

"Defenders of the Republic we were. Of peace, of the defenseless." Or at least they were. Then they'd become warriors, when he'd never meant them to. Maybe if they could have stayed true to themselves. But there had been no way of avoiding getting drawn into the war. Palpatine saw to that. Palpatine saw to far too much.

He examines the cub's clothing. "Stranger they have on some worlds." Still not what he usually wore. But that style was fashionable... for some species.

[orions_shadow]

"All these different worlds and dimensions I'd bet you've seen everything by now... And you ain't even ever seen the 80s." Shadow heard legends of the 80s. That it was excellent and radical. And weird.

"Come on. You can get some clothes at my place."