This isn't exactly Tosche Station, huh?

After leaving a mostly helpful note of Gone to Dagobah. Promise to keep to an old friend. Back by Tuesday, on his bed, Luke tossed a few clothes in an overnight bag, winced in annoyance at the bruise on his chest caused by getting kicked by a bear, and trotted down towards the shuttle. He left Artoo in the room. The little droid and Yoda had never really gotten along.

Luke wasn't at all surprised to discover that the damage that had been done when he had been tiny had been fixed and the entire ship had been given a new coat of wax. He was fairly certain his father loved that shuttle like a member of the family.

After a brief systems warm up, the only sign left of Luke and the shuttle was a contrail in the sky heading towards a galaxy far, far away.

[OOC: Establishy, yay.]

Luke was standing on his hands, but he wasn't finding it tremendously helpful as an aid to concentration.

The fact that a Jedi Master was sitting on his feet offering advice while Luke was trying to maintain his own balance as well as the balance of the three rocks and a droid he was levitating probably had something to do with it, too.

( Yoda had his eyes closed. )

Sick Cycle Carousel - Lifehouse

Luke would've liked to blame the new hand or forgetting how to fly with an astromech droid, but the simple truth was that the instrument panel went dead and he ended up crashing the X-Wing into what he soon discovered to be one of the many, many swamps of Dagobah.

( And lo, Luke met with a green Muppet and an Obi-Wan who had a lot of explaining to do... )