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IC:
In the vastness of our elegant universe, everyone has their part to play. Shakespeare once said that all the world's a stage, and men are just players. But what if we turned the clock back? What if the actors wrote the script differently? What if the truths we know, were changed? Would we still be the same?


Obi-Wan Kenobi looked out of the window of the republic consular ship, letting his mind fall free, clearing of all thoughts, emotions, and feelings. He sat cross-legged on his cot, his light saber partially disassembled in front of him, sitting on a cleaning rag. As he meditated, a light flashed on the wall panel next to the door. It was five minutes until the ship left hyperspace and began heading towards the planet of Naboo.

Re-assembling his lightsaber and pocketing the rag, Obi-Wan reached for his cloak. As he went through the final preparations for the mission, he recounted everything he knew about the Trade Federation’s blockade here.

The blockade was done because of a new tax put on intergalactic shipping. But why Naboo? There were plenty of other systems out there, what was the advantage? There was more to it than the Naboo’s pacifistic nature, but the way was shrouded. Maybe the negotiations would clean that up.

But there is something out there..., he thought, I can feel it. Elusive, dark. The mists come from there.

Opening the door to his quarters, Obi-Wan proceeded to the bridge of the ship. As he entered the cramped area, he noticed that master Qui-Gonn was already present. “Hello Master,” he said amiably as he sat down, “How much longer until we get to play negotiators again?”

Qui-Gon Jinn was standing on the bridge when Obi-Wan arrived. He nodded at his apprentice's greeting.

"We should be in the Trade Federation's Command Ship in a matter of minutes. How long until we're actually negotiating depends upon how long the Nemoidian bureaucracy decides to keep us waiting."

The Jedi Master looked over at his Padawan.

"Your thoughts are troubled, Obi-Wan. Do not allow a distant disturbance in the Force to distract you from the requirements of the here and now."

"Yes Master." said Obi-Wan, slightly embarassed. Now seemed as good a time as ever to voice his concerns. Waiting might possibly endanger them down the road, and would interfere with this or another mission.

Looking over at Qui-Gonn, he continued. "I sense something beyond our mission here. Something far away, yet near. That is where the mists seem to be coming from. But whenever I try and find this disturbance, it is gone."

Qui-Gon looked at his apprentice. He was a wise man, but he was also young, and impetuous. There were things he often did not have the patience for...but Qui-Gon had the feeling that there was something wrong with the universe, as well.

"Think on it later, Obi-Wan. Now, what can you tell me about the present situation with the Trade Federation and the Naboo?"

Qui-Gon had read the facts they had been given...this was a test for his apprentice, and a focusing activity. The same type as he'd used since the boy was thirteen, and he'd accepted him as Padawan.

Obi-Wan looked almost surprised at his master. Hadn't Qui-Gonn read the same things he had? But then it dawned on him that this must be a test.

"Well, the superficial justification for the blockade is taxation. They are trying to force the senate to reconsider its tax laws on trade routes, and Naboo is the hostage.

However, there is a plot within this plot. Naboo, while being a world that couldn't resist a blockade, is not a world that would be considered to be highly strategic. The only other thing going for it is Senator Palpatine, a strong but at times unpopular man of the people in the Senate. There are other planets that would be far more effective.

This move is bolder than what the Trade Federation would usually do. There's something beneath all of this."

"What of the Naboo government?"

*Up front*

"Coming out of hyperspace."

The ship dropped out of hyperspace, and the stars stopped moving and became stationary points.

The captain spoke up. "Open a channel to the Federation's ship."

*Copilot* "Channel open, Sir."

"What of the Naboo government?"

"Umm... it's an elected monarchy. The Monarch appoints multiple advisors. Currently lead by.... Padme Amidala? Yes, Amidala, she's the youngest queen they've ever had, fourteen I believe.

Their security force is mostly police, and riot control. No major military branches except for the space force, which operates some of the most advanced fighters in the galaxy. Domestic models I believe.

Their stance for foreign affairs is staunchly pacifist, and they are big lobbiers for negotiations in the Senate."

"Which is part of the reason we are here now. What do you know of the Trade Federation?"

Obi-Wan strained his memory, searching for everything he knew. Information on the Trade Federation was sparse on their mission breifing.

"The Trade Federation is a tightly bound group of merchants. They are powerful enough that they have a seat in the senate. They are led by a viceroy, Nute Gunnery I think is the current one. They have their own army and navy, and can take their own taxes I believe, but that would only apply to their trade routes. They like droids quite a bit if I remember correctly."

Obi-Wan could think of no more about the Trade Federation, and glanced outside the cockpit at the distant Federation battleship. "Master, that's quite a few ships for something like a blockade."

"Of course it is, Obi-Wan. If the situation were not so grossly out of proportion, and the aggressor more inclined to reason, would they be sending Jedi out at all? And Gunrey is here...we will be meeting with him."

Qui-Gon also looked out at the ships. He didn't want to say it...but...he had a bad feeling about this.

The Trade Federation ship then relayed a message to the Jedi ship saying,

"You may pass."

the blockade then pulled away.

The Trade Federation ship then relayed a message to the Jedi ship saying,

"You may pass."

the blockade then pulled away.
The ship made its way into the Federation's hanger, and a messenger went to the Jedi.

"We have arrived, and they are expecting you."

Obi-Wan could feel another slight tremor in the force. Like someone had thrown a stone into a lake, and he was just getting the faintest edge. But the mission at hand was more important. Shoving it out of his mind, he began studying the Federation ship's hangar.

"Master," he said, standing up and pulling his hooded cloak tight about himself, "there are a lot of military starfighters and quite a few atmospheric craft over there. This looks to be more than a blockade."

Obi-Wan turned towards his master, and got ready to disembark their ship.

Qui-Gon merely raised an eyebrow at his Padawan. That the blockade had been more ought to have been evident for a time...something to work on, apparently.

"Come along, Obi-Wan."

He walked down the ramp, pulling down his hood. "These Federation types are cowards...these negotiations will be short."

Obi-Wan followed his master through a great steel blast door and into the habitation area of the great ship.

A new protocol droid motioned them into a confrence room, and abruptly left the two Jedi.

Fear. thought Obi-Wan, creasing his brow. It hangs in the air like mynocks on power cables. He walked over to the large viewport on the wall and began studying the emerald planet below, clearing his mind of distractions and searching through the force for the source of this fear.

"The Neimoidians, Padawan." But they aren't just afraid of us...

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"Jedi," said one of the Nemoidians of rank. "We cannot risk angering them."

At that moment, the screen rippled as a communication came through.

The Nemoidian stepped forward. "What would you with us, Your Highness."

The Queen was in the traditional garb and makeup of the Naboo 'royalty.'

"I tire of your games, Viceroy. I am aware that the Chancellor's ambassadors are with you now, and that you have been forced to reach a settlement."

G -- "Really? I know nothing of any ambassadors."

A -- "Beware, Viceroy. The Senate will not allow this to continue."

The transmission cut from the Naboo side.

G -- *turning to aide* Kill the Jedi...we cannot risk direct confrontation.

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The doors to the conference room whisked shut, and a hiss began as something crept malevolently through the environmental systems.

Obi-Wan spun around to see a pale smoke drifting out of the airvents.

"Master! Dioxis!" Unhooking his lightsaber from his belt, Obi-Wan took a deep breath and stood against the wall next to the door.

Qui-Gon likewise took a deep breath, standing at the other side of the door.

Now, all there was to do was wait....


Eventually, when the smoke had completely filled the room, the doors opened.

The protocol droid exited the room, and the Battle Droids were clearly visible.

Go on Corporal. We'll cover you.

Roger, roger.

As the droid stepped forward, so did Qui-Gon, igniting his lightsaber and nodding to Obi-Wan.

Battle Droids were easy targets. And since they weren't alive, there was no compunction to not destroy them.

Obi-Wan spun out into the open, deflecting a blaster bolt right back into a droid's weapon, causing an explosion large enough to topple two other droids over. Using the force, he jumped right into the middle of the battle droids and began systematicly deflecting bolts and slashing them to the ground.

Looking over, he saw his master crush the remaining droids with the force. Obi-Wan deactivated his lightsaber and jogged over to a wall panel, searching for the way to the bridge of the vessel. "Looks like the bridge is that way Master," he breathed, deactivating the panel.

"Then we go that way."

Qui-Gon deactivated his saber, but kept it to hand and began walking.

"If they won't negotiate with us, then we'll have to negotiate with them."

"... and the he says, 'That's no Bantha, that's my wife!'"
The captain of the republic ship shook her head and went back to her magazine. Of course, it was not a 'magazine' in the traditional sense, but datapads can get constant updates for the subscription.

"You do knoy you've told that joke a million times," she said jokingly.

"Yeah, but... CAPTAIN LOOK!" he screamed, pointing out of the cockpit window. A large gun turret had spun out of the cieling and it was bearing down on them.

"SHIELDS UP!" was barely out of her mouth before the turret spoke. Four huge bolts of energy tore through the ship, demolishing everything. She had only time enough to grab the hand of her first mate and throw up her other arm before being incinerated.
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Obi-Wan stopped dead in his tracks and drew his lightsaber. Shaking his head clear, he began to jog again towards the bridge.

"MASTER!" he called after Qui-Gonn's retreating figure.

Qui-Gon ignited his saber, feeling the disturbance in the Force as the ship was destroyed.

"Quickly, Obi-Wan."

Deactivating his saber, he put a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder briefly, to give him a nudge in the direction they were going. He then began to rush toward the bridge.

Obi-Wan ran towards the bridge. Behind him, a squad of battle droids leapt out of cover and opened fire. Activating his lightsaber, Obi-Wan did his best to protect him and his master from this new assault.

Reaching the doors to the bridge, Obi-Wan immediatly began covering for Qui-Gonn as he began melting his way through. "Hurry, they just keep coming!"

Qui-Gon pushes his saber into the doors blade deep, trying to melt/cut it down. But he could hear other doors closing.

I'm getting old for this.

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*Meanwhile, down the hall...*

A sound started...like a wheel-rim spinning toward them...only, there were three of them.

Obi-Wan had just dispersed with the very last of the battle droids when he heard a metallic whirring sound. Strait in front of him and bearing down fast were three wheel-shaped objects, rolling down the hallway.

A twang of fear pierced his mind, but it was instantly brushed aside. "MASTER! DESTROYERS!"

Obi-Wan began deflecting blaster bolds back at the now deployed menaces, attempting to destroy them at range.

Qui-Gon whipped his saber out of the doors to help his Padawan deflect the blasts.

"Move left...now."

He waited for his apprentice to begin moving before he did, then used his own Force-enhanced speed to move as well. Deactivating his saber, he opened a vent and preceeded his apprentice in.

Obi-Wan began entering the vent, placing his hand on the wall for balence. However, just as he stepped inside, a blaster bolt from a destroyer exploded a section of wall right next to him.

White hot fire spread throughout Obi-Wan's hand and wrist. Obi-Wan screamed, pulling his right arm inside and close to himself, gripping his saber tightly in his injured hand. He clambored farther into the shaft to allow Qui-Gonn room to come in, but already he could feel blood welling out from his pierced appendage.

Slouching against the side of the shaft, Obi-Wan began fumbling for his medpack on his belt. "Master...," he breathed, sweat pouring down his face, "I don't think it was a direct hit." Concentrate. Let the pain flow through me and leave. The pain is only mental. "I can't seem to be able to get at my medpack, have you got one handy?"

Obi-Wan slowly pried his injured hand off his lightsaber while waiting for an answer.

Qui-Gon yanked his Padawan the rest of the way in and shut the shaft behind him.

"Breathe, Obi-Wan." He took his Padawan's saber and got his medpack. "This is going to sting a bit."

He began to tend the wound, swiftly, but accurately...a numbing agent, then a bacta wrap.

"You've got a second degree burn, and nasty cut right in the center. Fortunately, it wasn't direct. Are you all right to move?"

"ERGH! Yes, I can AGH! move," he said, breathing heavily in the deep pain. Slowly, the numbing medication took effect, cooling his entire arm. Relaxing, Obi-Wan began testing his deeply scratched lightsaber.

"Looks like it's allright. A few of the power cells are leaking though." Obi-Wan removed the offending cells, replacing them with fresh ones from his belt. As Qui-Gonn continued to work on his hand, Obi-Wan felt the healing properties of Bacta at work.

When Qui-Gonn had finished, he began testing his fingers and slowly moving his wrist. "We're good for the time being. Now what should we do master?"

"We go this way...toward the hangar, where we might be able to get a transport."

Obi-Wan clambored in the direction of the hangar, watching his master's silhouette navigate the labyrinth of ventilation shafts.

We're in the thick of it now. I'll need to be extra cautious and not be a drain on the mission. Bacta or no, this hand won't last long in a real encounter.

Following Qui-Gon through a sharp turn to the right, he reached a grating high above the floor of the main hangar. Peeking through a gap in the grating, Obi-Wan saw dozens of armored repulsor vehicles and hundreds of battle droids.

"Looks like an invasion army. We were right in suspecting something more behind the blockade. But why invade Naboo?"

"I don't know...there's no logic in the Federation's move here. We'd better stow away on these transports...probably on separate ones. If you can't find me soon after landing, we'll meet in the capital city. The next obvious move is the capture of the Queen...so we must move to intercept."

The Jedi Master opened the grate and jumped down, then looked for his apprentice to follow.

Obi-Wan held his right hand close to his chest and jumped down after Qui-Gon, making sure to not disturb the medical wrap on it. Landing almost silently next to his Master, Obi-Wan ducked behind a nearby crate.

"Well master, you were right about one thing. The negotiations were short."

Qui-Gon almost rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Well, at least you haven't lost your sense of humor. Now...I'll take that transport, and you take that one. This is an excellent opportunity for you to work on your Force healing, Obi-Wan...and while you're down there, try not to get into too much trouble."

"Yes master." Obi-Wan began sneaking over to a long line of repulsorcraft. He looked over and saw Qui-Gon heading for one on the next ship over.

Obi-Wan approached a large vehicle, designated as an 'AAT.' Opening a maintenance hatch, he hunkered down to wait in a small crawlspace. Suddenly, he felt the large vehicle move forewards, upwards, and then turn and go backwards. After what seemed like ages, he felt it move again, presumably it was the whole landing craft he was on.

Oh I sure hope I meet back up with Qui-Gon at some point.

Qui-Gon sat somewhat uncomfortably in his transport...he was a big man, and this was a small space. He forced himself to relax and let go of his discomfort.

He was really more worried about Obi-Wan. While younger and faster, he had little experience on his own.

Well...I'll just have to find him when we get to the planet.

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*Meanwhile, on Naboo*

A -- "An invasion? They can't dare, the Senate will never allow ---!"

Amidala was interrupted by one of the council as he reminded her that the Senate was doing nothing.

A -- "Chancellor Valorum promised to send Ambassadors...and Senator Palpatine swore that the Senate would act before anything drastic occurred."

"The Senate has failed us, Your Highness...and our Security Volunteers are no match for the droid armies of the Trade Federation. What should we do."

Amidala slumped slightly, feeling powerless against the forces threatening her. Why here and now? Why me for Queen, at so young an age?

A -- "I will not condone a course of action that will lead us to war."

JarJar's ears twitched nervously. "Theesa notta gonna be good." he said. He could see them now, an army. A really big army. He had to get back home and warn people. He knew that Boss Nass (OOC: right guy?) would probably say it was Naboo's problem, but he had to try. "Meesa not like this. Weesa need to get help."

Qui-Gon was running from the different transports, and trying to not get trampled by stampeding animals.

He saw a bi-ped standing around, looking confused, and kept running, motioning for the humaniod amphibian to get out of the path of the transports.

Obi-Wan tumbled out of the side hatch of the transport he stowed away in. Running as quickly as he could on his cramped legs, he tried to get as far away from that one as possible. Suddenly, his ride exploded, mushrooming huge puffs of smoke and crashing to the ground.

Smirking and shaking his head, Obi-Wan continued to sprint away, towards what appeared to be a swamp. I've gotta find Qui-Gon. he thought, dodging through the trees.

Unfortionatly, his exploit with the AAT had drawn the attention of a pair of attack speeders. Blaster bolts began raining down from the heavens, forcing him to dodge left, right, and under branches. Obi-Wan attempted to grab at his saber with his injured hand, but the pain was still great.

I've got a bad feeling about this... there may be some shrapnel still inside. And these speeders aren't helping matters. We're supposed to be negotiators here, not cannon fodder!

Obi-Wan ducked under a bush for a second, confusing his pursuers. Reaching out through the Force, he felt his Master's presence, and began running again.

Qui-Gon knew that Obi-Wan was near, and he had a rough idea where he was. However, he was still trying to not get run over.

The frog-creature was simply standing there, starting to move, but not fast enough, so Qui-Gon knocked him to the ground before laying flat himself.

A couple of transports passed over them, and Qui-Gon got up, knocking dust from his robes and continuing to head toward Obi-Wan.

He's around here somewhere...

"Obi-Wa --"

Suddenly his lightsaber was out and ignited as a few of the battle droids on speeder platforms attacked.

Obi-Wan gritted his teath and did a rolling jump to the right, just in time for Qui-Gon to deflect blaster bolts back at the approaching droids. Grimacing and jogging over to his master, he noticed a wierd frog-like creature.

"Hello Master. I had a little fun with one of those transports back there, but these two got on me. I couldn't grip my saber properly with this hand. And who is this?"

"A local. How's that hand doing, Obi-Wan?"

His Padawan's hand still looked swollen and red...which was not good. Is there shrapnel in there? I didn't see any...

"Let me see it."

Obi-Wan held his hand out for Qui-Gon to examine. "I did the best I could with force-healing. I think that there's some shrapnel and some tiny grains of carbon plating lodged in there." Looking over at Jar-Jar cleaning himself in a small nearby pond, he continued. "Are the locals here all strange swamp creatures, battle droids, and pathetic life forms?"

Qui-Gon gently unwrapped the bandage he had hastily put on Obi-Wan's hand.

"You've improved since last time you needed to do this, Padawan."

Using the Force, he found the shrapnel and carbon grains in his apprentice's palm, and drew them out. This would hurt, since one or two went in fairly deep.

He then administered a pain-killer and a bacta wrap. He made the bandage tight and water proof.

"Better, Obi-Wan?"

OOC: Come on, Maineiacs...we're waiting for you.

"Swamp creatures? How rude! Meesa not creature. Meesa name JarJar Binx. Who you two? Whassa going on here?" JarJar said lifting himself up out of the swamp. "Meesa not like all this. Whosa fighting on Naboo?"

OOC: Sorry, guys. I answer as often I can, but I'm really busy right now. Bear with me.

"I am Qui-Gon Jinn, and this is my apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi. We need to know the fastest way to get to the Naboo capital."

Obi-Wan grimaced as fresh pain shot through his hand, but relaxed as the seditive took effect. "Thank you master. I have practiced as much as I could since then." As Qui-Gon completed his new dressings, Obi-Wan felt much better. Lightly gripping is saber in that hand, he nodded in agreement at his Master's question.

"And are there any nearby cities we could warn?"

"OOH! Jedi! Meesa take you there. Wassa going on? We shoulda go to see Boss Nass, too. Gungans need to be warned."

"Trouble, is what's going on." There was a deep rumble in the distance.

"Yes, there's real trouble going on," quipped Obi-Wan, looking over at the being. "You hear that sound? That is the sound of a thousand terrible things, heading this way. And if they find us, they will crush us, grind us into tiny pieces and BLAST us into oblivion. I think we should move as fast as possible to this 'city,' and warn everyone we can."

*Meanwhile, back in the capital city*

Sabe -- dressed as Amidala -- was sitting on the throne.

Padme, at her side, worried about what was happening. They'd been promised...this wasn't possible...what was going to happen to her people?

"Yes, weesa need to warn people. Gungan and Naboo. Follow me, Jedi." Jar-Jar said, then immediately headed off toward the large lake nearby.

Qui-Gon guestured to Obi-Wan, even though he was somewhat confused, and started following the Gungan.

Jar-Jar headed straight to the lake. "Weesa go to Gunga City. Issa theesa way. Hurry, Jedi. Weesa gotta see Boss Nass. Warn Gungans."

Obi-Wan gave his master a questioning look and followed.

What a pequliar being. It looks like we're stuck with him though for now. I sure do hope we can wanr the Naboo in time.

As JarJar went into the murky water, Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan and put on his rebreather, then started swimming after the Gungan.

Obi-Wan clenched his rebreather tightly as he slid into the water. Fortionatly the dressing on his hand was waterproof, preventing infection from exotic Naboo microbes. Looking ahead, he could see the Gungan and Qui-Gon swimming strongly towards something. Doing his best to keep up, Obi-Wan could not help but be amazed at how deep the water was.

But he remembered that this was not a pleasure swim, and began to catch up to the rest of the group, staring intently at the local.

Jar-Jar led the two Jedi down thought the murky water until they came to the submergeD Gunga City.

Qui-Gon 'stepped' on to the platform, then through the bubble and into the city with Obi-Wan beside him.

He pulled his rebreather from his mouth, putting it back into its pouch. He then stood there, dripping, waiting for further guidance from this local...this Jar-Jar.

"Weesa go to palace, See Boss Nass. Heesa know what to do. Then we go warn Naboo. Come, come. Theesa way, Jedi." Jar-Jar led the two Jedi through the city to the palace, moving at a quick pace, his ears twitching rapidly.

Qui-Gon started following Jar-Jar, looking to make sure Obi-Wan followed.

It wasn't necessary, of course...Obi-Wan hadn't been prone to wander off for years now...but for those first couple of years...he'd been a curious young Padawan who had never set foot out of the Temple. He wanted to know and see everything...Qui-Gon remembered the days when he'd been prone to that well, and had never -- well, rarely -- gotten angry with his apprentice for wandering off.

But it had once been necessary to keep an eye on him...and old habits die hard.

Obi-Wan followed the other two, looking around intently at the many other Gungans staring them down.

Guess they don't like outsiders down here.

"The moment Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon gently reminded.

Leading the two Jedi to the Palace, Jar Jar spoke to the guards in hurried Gungan. The guards admitted the trio after a short discussion and they went toward the throne room. "Boss Nass agree to speak to Jedi. Heesa decide what to do, then weesa go to Naboo." he said.

OOC: You wanna be Boss Nass?

IC:
Qui-Gon went in, hoping he sounded more convincing than he looked. Soaking wet humans rarely got too much credibility anywhere.

OOC:Not really. I can get away with Jar Jar sounding like an idiot, but Boss Nass is supposed to know what's going on.

OOC: Then we're stuck.

ooc: Er... I COULD try for it, but it'd be really confusing.

OOC: Go for it, NE.

Captain Panaka surveyed the various charts and maps, and sighed. This was not anticipated by anyone, a mistake they would have to redeem later. He took the message from a volunteer and thanked him. He had been chosen to continually report to the Queen, and portraying such a drastic situation as one with even a little hope was a task in itself, without having to coordinate Palace defenses aswell.

As he stepped into the Throne Room several polititians looked up, but only Queen Amidala managed a grim smile.

"Your Highness, we have decided to move our entire force into the palace to counter an assault to capture you, or worse." He relaxed slightly, "If necessary, we can use pilots for extra manpower although equipment shortages could leave more in reserve than combat."

'Amidala' looked toward one of her handmaidens, who shook her head slightly.

"No, Captain. The people need to be protected. If something happens to me, another ruler can be elected."

Boss Nass sat in his council chamber, meditating. The day had been quite trying for the massive Gungan. Several high placed Bongo makers were disgruntled, and there had been unexplained stampeeds of the swamp creatures.

Suddenly, that clumsy fool he had banished some time ago entered the chamber, with a pair of humans no less! Peering past his thick eyelids, Boss Nass evaluated this new intrusion on the sanctuary of the council chamber. One of the humans was quite younger than the other, an apprentice maye? He also appeared to have wound on his hand, although the dressings prevented him from seeing how severe it was.

What was the name of that bafoon again? Binksssssss..... yes, that was it. He would get a permenant punishment this time.

"Whosa would dare to bring outlanders into da council chamber?"

Jar Jar looked at him apprehansively. "Sire, issa Jar Jar Binx. Theesa Jedi. Weesa in danger, They come to warn us. Warn Naboo, too. Theresa big army come dissa way." Jar Jar hoped that would catch Boss Nass's atention long enough to keep him from getting mad at Jar Jar for breaking banishment.

Boss Nass inwardly sighed. That might explain the stampeeds. But why did this fool think it mattered? And why both violate his banishment AND bring in outlanders? Truly Binks was crazy...

"An army against the Naboo you spake? Tis no concern of ours, tis new weesong. The Naboo think they so smarty. They think their brains so big."

At this point, Qui-Gon stepped forward.

"If you please...I am Qui-Gon Jinn, and this is my apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi. We need to get to the Naboo capital in order to warn and help them. We desire no conflicts with the Gungans."

Boss Nass:
What is dis outlander trying to play at? Da Naboo are no concern of ours.

"Wesa no carrrren about da Naboo."

Obi-Wan:
Obi-Wan was having difficulty comprehending the situation. Didn't the Gungans understand?

"You and the Naboo form a symbiont circle. Anything that affects them will affect you, you must understand this."

"Come now, Obi-Wan...he is quite serious in what he says..."

Qui-Gon stepped forward and passed his hand languidly in front of his face.

"If you won't help us, then speed us on our way."

Qui-Gon stepped forward and passed his hand languidly in front of his face.

"If you won't help us, then speed us on our way."

Boss Nass felt a strange touch in his mind. Yes, wesa should get them outa here.

"Wesa gonna speed yous away." Boss nass felt another mental nudge, and ran with it. "Wesa gonna give yousa un bongo. The speediest way to da Naboo and deir Queen is goin through the planet core."

He looked over at Jar-Jar and grinned. "Dis one, howeva, we have big punishment for him."

Qui-Gon looked over his shoulder at JarJar, noticing the Gungan's distress.

"Yes...what is to become of this one?"

"Yes...what is to become of this one?"

Boss Nass felt a tiny nudge in his mind, but plowed through it this time.

"Binks is guilty of violation of his banishment. He shall be forced to do hard labor, under da eyes of a shock-pike wielding beast-rider. Dis is not his first offence."

Rather than wasting time exploring JarJar's criminal record, Qui-Gon looked at Boss Nass.

"We could use a guide to get us through the core. If you'd like him gone so badly, why do you not just send him with us?"

"Yes, Jar Jar coulda help da Jedi. Not bother da Gungans any more." Jar Jar sincerely hoped this would work. IT sounded ever so much better than forced labor.


OOC: I'm going out of town for awhile. I'll be gone for two weeks. sorry, guys. I'll be back on the 4th.

"Yes, Jar Jar coulda help da Jedi. Not bother da Gungans any more." Jar Jar sincerely hoped this would work. IT sounded ever so much better than forced labor.

Boss Nass thought for a moment, torn between wanting to teach that clumsy fool and wanting to be rid of him. Finally making a decision, Nass called out.

"Be gone with him! Jar-Jar, yousn will be punished ifn yousa ever set foot in another city of da Gungans."

Qui-Gon made a slight bow toward the Gungan leader.

"Thank you for your help, we leave in peace."

He turned to go, expecting JarJar and Obi-Wan to follow.

OOC: I will takeover Jar Jar since Manieacs is Awal

"So Whats Weesa doze now?" asked Jar Jar more so directed to Qui Gonn then Obi-Wann as he had a feeling Obi-Wann did not like him.

OOC: ZP, Maineiacs informed us he would be gone. You do not have his permission to take his character, so what you are doing is a Godmode. This is not your thread, since you have shown little to no interest in it, and you may not take over someone else's char. Your post is null and void.

OOC: d00d c'mon he is gone for now and the only way to carry on the thread is to RP him with someone else because we all know the way Jar Jar is he has to talk and i'm sure Manieacs won't mind. And how have I shown no interest in the thread when I told No Endorse to start it and I started the whole SW Alt His thing in the first place. Me and Jenrak will be coming over onto this thread anyway whenevr he decides to f***ing post.

OOC: You started the idea, but you've been off with your Sith (which have disgusted all I have shown, as well as myself and NE), and you do NOT have Maineiacs's EXPRESS permission to RP his character.

You agreed to let him have that character. If you cannot abide by that agreement, I cannot trust you to RP properly AT ALL, and I will withdraw.

Stop acting like a n00b, or you'll find your RP buddy list very, very thin indeed.

OOC: alright W/E i'll keep out and my sith do suck right now and probably always will so that's why my other character is Kick ass yoda but he has no room or any reason to be in right now so do what ya need.

ooc: 2 things.
1: Let's keep the OOC down in this thread please
2: I have to agree with Kaymiril's assessment, you can't take Maineiac's character. Also, you don't need Jenrak to post here before you begin I don't think. Go for it.
Qui-Gon made a slight bow toward the Gungan leader.
"Thank you for your help, we leave in peace."
He turned to go, expecting JarJar and Obi-Wan to follow.
IC:
Obi-Wan caught up with Qui-Gon, and followed two paces back and slightly to the right. His mind was a whirr, taking in all that had just occured. Negotiation for another being's safety, a transport to the Naboo, it was very interesting.

Qui-Gon sent a gentle Force-nudge at his apprentice...a reminder to focus.

They were taken to a transport, and Qui-Gon got into the pilot's seat, as Obi-Wan's hand wouldn't allow for his antsy Padawan to properly control the ship.

The Jedi Master waited for Obi-Wan and JarJar to get into the transport, and then gently guided it out.

"You got injured at the most inconvenient time, Padawan. You know my dislike of this task."

Obi-Wan supressed a grin and turned towards his master.

"Why? You've had far better luck than I have with these blasted things." Turning towards Jar-Jar, Obi-Wan began light conversation, paying attention to both the creature and the outside envrionment.

"So Jar-Jar, may I ask what Boss Nass was so angry about?"

"There's no such thing as luck, Padawan. Only the Force."

Qui-Gon had to resist the urge to chuckle. This reminder had passed back and forth between them hundreds...even thousands...of times over the years that he and Obi-Wan had been Master and Apprentice.

You'll find your RP buddy list very, very thin indeed.

OOC: I have no one on my buddy list...lol. But this post has no actual effect. It just serves two purposes: (1) I'm still in this RP (2) Give a little backdrop

IC:

He felt his tremors, he felt his pulses, the urges, the feelings, the emotions that raged within him, but he was patient man. His plan for his power would soon come to fruition, and yet, he felt a slight brief disconnection to the galaxy around him. For once of many times, he felt different. He felt unique; he felt alone. Good, He thought. For Palpatine was a shrewd fellow, a man who did not like many friends, but only for a small circle to be manipulated by his will. He had no real friends, and he intended not to. He merely needed arms and fists to extend his reach and influence into the galaxy, to tarnish the Jedi and the Republic in another name while he kept his power to himself. Senator Palpatine, they called him. A senator. The term disgusted him. He wanted more – more power, more control, more strength over the teeming masses of life that could sustain him for only so long.

For he was Darth Sidious, a follower of the Sith tradition, a true Sith, and he intended to pass along his knowledge to others. But whom?, He frequently. He was always thinking of the best apprentice to take, the best person to fall heard first in his shallow grasps, and the first his apprentices to be come another Sith Lord. He searched far and wide, under the mantle of secrecy, under the guise his Sith title, his true name. Not pathetic Palpatine, but sadistic Darth Sidious. He wanted strength, and he wanted it to grow, like another arm that wielded the Force in his own agenda of power. That was what Sidious wanted. But he had to wait, like all successful Sith before him.

It was true, that without such an apprentice, his task to complete the destruction of the Republic was foolhardy, but he knew that there were others willing to take into his grasp, and heed his words. The works of the Trade Federation, their vaunted movements, their half-slithered beliefs, were in a way connected to his own, but he had to keep his aspirations of war and domination away from his wayward roommates, the tenacious Jedi Warriors. For he was a Sith, and the dark side was widely ostracized in this great time, but Sidious persisted. He wanted power, and he was going to get it, no matter what the cost, no matter what the sacrifice. He would craft an apprentice himself, if need be, to do his work, but no matter what, they will no longer call him Senator anymore. They will address to him as the Emperor. He only needed one precious commodity; time.

OOC: I'm back, folks. Sorry to keep you all waiting.

IC: Jar Jar looked away form the Jedi, obviously uncomfortable. "Oh, itsa nothing. All just a big misunderstanding. Meesa not wanna talk about it. Come, Jedi. Weesa got to get to Naboo."

OOC: I don't remember what exactly he did do.

"We're on our way."

Most creature's found Qui-Gon's deep, steady voice to be calming. "My Padawan was merely trying to learn about you. Why don't you tell us what wildlife we should avoid in this area?"