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]

"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."