Chewbacca Gets Trolled by Yoda - Time-Travel (Star Wars)
Fireworks bloomed across the sky in blazing colors while the Ewoks and Rebellion celebrated the death of the Empire. Shouts of joy and singing carried along the wind as Chewbacca watched Luke turn a somber smile to a patch of space that didn’t contain anything to the naked eye.
Chewbacca could vaguely see several flickering outlines of people through the Force there. He had too low of a count of Midichlorians to be a Jedi but sometimes he was able to see things or react just a little quicker than others. When he had first met Luke, he had been suddenly blinded by his Force presence when he usually couldn’t see individual Force signatures. That had only happened a few times in his life and one of them had been his friend Ahsoka when they had been hunted for sport. He wondered if one of those outlines was her and hoped feverishly that her life hadn’t been cut that short.
“No, not dead, she is,” came a clear voice that he knew well.
He jolted; a feeling of excitement mixed with grief overcoming him.
[Yoda?] he asked, not sure if he had heard something in the Force or he was imagining someone from a life long ago.
“Here, I am, youngling,” he heard as one of the outlines became clear and detailed. Yoda’s presence was tinged in blue but there he was, gimer stick and all.
Chewbacca made a chuffing sound, tears coming to his eyes. He had never really let himself grieve for the lost at the fall of the Republic. If he had, he would have found solace in joining them. But there was hope now for a better future and he saw it in Luke, Leia, and Han.
He saw the usual look that Yoda used to have before he did something mischievous. He had not missed that particular look and he growled out, [What are you going to do? Don’t deny it, you’re planning something].
“Dead, am I. Do nothing, I can,” Yoda said with too much innocence.
[Out of everyone I’ve met, you’re most likely the one to do something in the beyond. What is it, old coot?]
“Good for you, it is, that this form passes through things,” he harrumphed, implying that he would have whacked his knee with his gimer stick. Yoda’s ears turned down, his countenance growing serious. “Council – I – misunderstood what balance in the Force is. Arrogant, we were. For that, dead, billions. Prophecy, paid too much attention to. For that, broke Skywalker’s soul. In end, Luke guided him to the Light. But much too late.”
Chewie had watched as Luke burned his father’s body. As Luke had walked away, Chewie had strode toward him and clasped his hand on his arm. General Anakin Skywalker had not been among them for a long time but as Luke softly smiled at him and said, “It wasn’t too late for him. There was good in him, at the end,” Chewie knew that Ahsoka would’ve seen her Master in his last few moments. If only he knew where she was, so that he could share such a bittersweet thing.
[I know of it. It wasn’t too late.]
“To turn to the Light, never too late,” Yoda nodded in agreement. “Fabric of the Force, life itself, too late. Damaged beyond repair, it is. Into it, a hole torn, ever growing. Consumed, all will be.”
Chewie’s kindled hope sputtered out at his words and he wanted to rip someone’s arms off. What had been the Rebellion for if life itself would cease to exist? In the end, nothing they had done mattered.
Yoda harrumphed again, “A plan, I have. To bring up dark thoughts, reason I had. Request of you, a last mission.”
Whatever it was, Chewie knew from the mischievous look Yoda had on his face again that it would give everyone involved a headache.
[Does this involve Luke? The boy has gone through so much already.]
“Oh, it involves so much more than him,” Yoda cackled.