Of all the potential Star Wars spin-off movies, I’ve never been enamored with the notion of a young Yoda flick. He’s an extraterrestrial Mr. Miyagi. He is forever meant to be our tiny, green, Jedi Master and nothing else. He’s mystery incarnate. In the Original Trilogy, at least, that galactic munchkin is the living embodiment of the force. Everything unique, mystifying, intriguing about the Star Wars universe is personified within that 3 foot frame. Providing a backstory, with the traditional Campbellian hero tropes, would not only ruin Yoda’s sage status, but it’d dilute Luke Skywalker’s journey, even moreso than the Prequels.
At least, that’s what I used to think.
Artist Marco Teixeira took a stab at a youthful version of the venerable Jedi warrior and the result is pretty badass. Absolutely badass. Like, the most badass thing I’ve seen this entire week. More badass than Dwayne Johnson’s Shazam role. Even more wicked than Marvel’s Vision poster. Young Yoda is “He Who Asses Bad”
I can see it now… The faint bursts of artillery shells in the background, slowly rising in a crescendo. The camera pans from a peaceful Sun, turning its focus towards a tiny rocky planet below. We zoom in, closer and closer, moving through a cloud thick atmosphere. The bombs resonate, louder and louder, and suddenly we’re in the midst of a siege. A horde of interstellar criminals have usurped a local township, ruling its denizens with an iron fist. Yoda, now a young Jedi Knight of 120 years, arrived a few days earlier with diplomatic aspirations, but soon realized peaceful negotiations were never an option. He leads the vanguard, his tiny green lightsaber pointing towards the town, directing his newly fashioned rebellion’s siege engines towards the criminal fortress. The little green dude’s first true trial as a Jedi Knight.