It purred at him immediately and jumped up the side of the box to rub its nose against his tridactyl hand. Yoda pulled his hand away as if he’d been burned and stared at the small creature now emitting a high motor-like noise. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it. What was it? What does one do with it? Should he eat it?
During the time he spent on Kimanan he had never seen a creature like this one. While he never ate with the Kimanans, he figured that the fuzzy thing wasn’t meant to be eaten. He only stared at it as it proceeded to jump up at the edge of its confinement. Finally after three jumps the little animal managed to flip the box and escape onto Yoda’s bed.
He watched the creature with wonder in his eyes. The little thing trotted up and down the length of the small bed, stretching its claws into the slim blanket that lined the bed. The fuzzy creature looked up at Yoda as it continued to knead the bed, making that strange motor-like sound. After a few moments of kneading the small creature circled a few times, curling up into a small orange ball of fluff facing towards the wall rather than toward Master Yoda.
Yoda peered over at the creature…wrong something must be…he thought and moved closer to the orange ball cautiously. His head was right above the small mass and his hand was closing in on the creature but before he could touch the creature let out a different sound, purr, a small trill as it looked up into Master Yoda’s wide eyes. “Sleeping were you?” He questioned.
The creature uncurled, yawned, and then rolled over stretching, facing Master Yoda. It stood before lying down again. The little fluff ball stood on its hind legs and bumped noses with the little green Master.
Yoda instantly rubbed the little wetness off the end of his small noise and looked at his hand and then at the creature. “Wet nose, you have.” He pointed and then wiped it on his robes.
He turned, returning to meditate; eyeing the new found creature warily as it lay stretched out on the bed and eyed the old master as well. The two found synch as one meditated and the other slept.
The spacecraft flew out of hyperspace into the busy atmosphere of Coruscant. A few members of the Jedi Council waited for Master Yoda’s arrival as well as the other Jedi who made the Kimanan-Republic alliance possible. They all stood waiting in hooded robes on Landing Bay 7. An air taxi waited for their party as the approaching craft put out its landing gear. It hovered a moment in the air and then lightly touched the ground.
Many Jedi exited the ship before Master Yoda made his way from the craft to where the other Council members stood waiting. In his hand, he had his cane and floating beside him, his box full of a sleeping fuzz ball. He nodded warily at his fellow council members. The box now had several holes cut out of it but the lid was closed tightly.
The group of hooded men turned and walked toward the air taxi. “Another promising alliance, no troubles I expect?”
“No problems were there, only their gift, took it I did,” he frowned and looked up at the tall black man.
Mace Windu looked at the box, “what did they give you?”
“Unsure, am I of its purpose. Alive it is.” Yoda said pointing towards the box.
“Ah, I’ve heard tell that they like to give people Pittins, but I didn’t think that was true until now.”
“Pittins, as in Pittin, smaller than a normal Pittin this is.” Yoda side as he boarded the bus. He sat the box down beside his dangling feet.
Mace sat down in the bus and shrugged his shoulders.
The taxi took off toward the Jedi Temple and the Pittin wasn’t talked about anymore.
Finally arriving in his rooms a few hours later; he had a servant droid take the box to his room when they arrived at the temple. He went to the box but the lid was one the floor and there was nothing in the box. He looked all around his room but couldn’t find the small orange fuzz ball. He was about to give up when the force told him to look up. So he did and there up on his highest shelf of random collectibles was the orange Pittin. Its striped tail flicked side to side as its green eyes looked down upon the old master.
Master Yoda smiled, “Smaller than me and still able to reach high places.”
The Pittin lifted its head and let out a small meow, stood, stretched and then lowered its paws to the next shelf, just like it was a ladder. It moved down the shelves with ease and finally on the last self which was three feet from the floor it jumped down. The Pittin then ran once around Yoda’s meditating seat and brushed its head against Yoda’s right leg, making a desperate meow sound.
Yoda laughed, “Hungry you must be, no food, have I for you here. To the kitchens we must go.”
The Pittin quirked its head as if it understood and then ran to the door before Master Yoda had even started moving. The Pittin sat on his hind legs and reached up to scratch the door. “Now, now, none of that!” Yoda snipped.
The Pittin backed down and slunk behind Yoda’s cloak as he opened the door easily. The small creature then proceeded to crawl under Yoda’s cloak, between his feet and stood out in front.
They both walked through the halls, it had been a long time since Yoda had to look down to a person he was walking with. He smiled more to himself than any of the passer-byers. The Pittin weaved back and forth in front of Master Yoda and whenever it sensed a person walking toward it; it would run back to Master Yoda and hide beside him, so that that person couldn’t see it.
Finally after many minutes they reached the kitchens. There was only a handful of Jedi around, so he marched right up to the high counter and cleared his throat. The cooked leaned over the counter and smiled with toothy grin. “Wazza can I geta for you-a?”
“Nothing for me, but for this, anything have you?” Yoda force raised the Pittin into the air and showed the cook.
The cook eyed the Pittin with discontent but then looked around for some scrap for the small animal.
Yoda put the Pittin down next to him. The Pittin sat for a moment and then rubbed its front paws over Yoda’s cloak, begging in a sort of way without its claws.
Yoda chuckled, “Impatient you are.”
The cook returned with a small teal bowl full of what looked like to be dried bits of meat. “This shoulda tickle that little ones fancy.”
Yoda nodded, thanking the cook and taking the food to the farthest table possible. Now there were only two Jedi left in the eatery who were too involved in a conversation to notice what Master Yoda was doing with a small bowl and a small creature that followed him.
He was almost to the table when the Pittin stepped right underneath the small master’s feet. Yoda tripped over the small bodied animal and the food flew into the air but didn’t fall. Yoda managed to catch himself, somersaulting without crushing the pittin, holding the food and bowl mid-air for the force. He grabbed the bowl as it floated down to him and then forced all the pieces of food back into the bowl. The Pittin purred loudly next to him. He frowned but then smiled. The poor creature hasn’t eaten all day, allow it this once, I will. What it would need in the future would be to have a firm hand about this kind of behavior, thinking back to his earlier apprentices.
Yoda sat the bowl down on the floor and grabbed a small piece of the Pittin’s food, trying it for himself. He knew what it was immediately. It was Kovikian bits. He loved having them in fish gravy with red-skinned potatoes.
Watching the Pittin greedily eat the food made him hungry as well, so he went other to the replicator and produced himself a bowl of Kovikian reptile soup.
They sat in silence and ate their disgusting, smelly meals.
Throughout the night, Yoda woke too many different noises and sometimes wetness appearing on his rough green skin. He was not accustomed to hearing the lapping tongue of a cleaning pittin or little pitter patters through his chamber. He once woke to the pittin cleaning itself on his bed. Another time he had almost killed the poor pittin because it licked his nose and he knocked it the floor, lightsaber in hand waiting for a ferocious slobbering (beast) only to see the little pittin wide-eyed and frightened sitting on the floor next to his bed.
By morning, he was ready to throw the pittin out his door and let the little thing go on its own. He grumbled over his homemade breakfast. The little pittin rubbed his robes as he was preparing his food and just as Master Yoda was about to sit down and eat, the pittin jumped on the table and started his breakfast. Master Yoda grumbled and pulled his bowl away from the estranged creature. “Mine! Mine this is!”
The pittin sat down on the table and stared at the Master with longing in its eyes. Master Yoda had turned away to eat and when he turned back with an empty bowl, the pittin’s eyes had grown even bigger because the bowl was empty. The pittin jumped off the table as Yoda swatted at it. “Get yours you will.” But that didn’t stop the pittin from letting out the loudest most annoying yowl, Master Yoda’s ears have ever heard.
He spun around and looked at the little thing. How could something so small make such a racquet? It did the noise again, and Yoda covered his ears. He knew that wouldn’t help though, he took a deep breath, remain calm, I must. No patience this thing has! He quickly made some more breakfast for the little beast, all the while it yowled.
After a few minutes, he set down a bowl full of fresh food. The pittin stopped its crying and ran over to the bowl. Wolfing it down, Yoda put on his outer robe for the day and walked over to the door, cane in hand. He opened the door and as soon as he was about to close the door, the pittin escaped into the hall as well. “No, no, stay inside today, you will.” But the pittin only sat obediently at his feet. Yoda sighed, and forced the pittin back into the room and closed the door.
A tall dark Jedi walks next to a small green master floating close by.
“A matter like this must be discussed with the chancellor. Too little of Jedi do we have left for a mission like this.”
Mace Windu unfolds his arms as they head down the hallway. “I agree, the chancellor must know that we do not have enough of us to control the whole front.”
“Hmm, another matter I have to take care of…” Master Yoda pauses.
Mace turns to look at the old master.
“A new home it needs.”
“The younglings have many responsibilities but this could be a great duty for the younger ones, their own responsibility like a Jedi Knight has with a Padawan.”
“Hmm, not for the padawans, but for the younger ones in the crèche, good idea that is.”
Master Yoda explained to the younglings that this small pittin would be their responsibility; they would have to care for it, feed it, groom it, and watch over it. “Tricky this little one is,” Yoda ended his speech and set the pittin down in front of the younglings. They all cooed at the pittin and patted its fur. Yoda sneaked out the door as the pittin rubbed against the Younglings.
Once the door closed, Yoda sighed, “A name that thing will need. Figure it out on their own, they can.”
He wondered over to his hover chair and hopped aboard. He sped quickly through the halls in order to get to his lesson with the younglings in bear clan. His most achieved, younglings were missing their practice with the elder master. When he arrived they were practice with their practice sabers. Parrying with each other, unlike a regular lightsaber they would only cause bruising, slight burns, and welts. The younglings were particularly careful when battling so as not to hurt their friends unnecessarily.
Yoda looked on the scene of small battling students. Some of them seemed like little experts. He smiled and walked to the front of the teaching space. The students looked over at him, powering down their lightsabers and nodded at him when they were ready to begin the lesson for today.
After a long day of training and meetings, the wizened master went to his chambers and sat down to meditate.
He sat down on his meditating stool and soaked in force but suddenly something felt out of place, he look up and over to his bed. There sat the pittin, staring right at him, its tail flickering over the edge of the bed.
Yoda said calmly, “Stay with the younglings you must. Home it is. Stay there!
The pittin started to purr.
Yoda sighed, “Stay the night, you may but tomorrow back to the crèche you will go.”
The pittin winked or at least that’s that it looked like to Yoda who went back to meditating.
The purring became louder.
Yoda grumbled quietly and looked over at the fuzzy orange thing. “And no licking my nose tonight!”
I guess my 2 weeks turned into a few months. Sorry about that.
Busy…I like it during Christmas when I can just escape the world and return to my writing. :-)
Thanks for reading!