Queen Amidala of Naboo was laying naked on her large bed in her quarters with Saché, one of her handmaidens, as they watched the HoloSexNet on her big screen while the two women entertaining themselves with a small assortment of toys from her arsenal of sexual aids. A long, thick prick shaped dildo was stuffed inside the Queen's pussy, and a smaller rigid dildo with bumpy spikes along it's shaft was plugged happily inside her asshole. Saché was deep-throating a slender green dildo. The Queen banged herself ruthlessly, roughly, as Saché moaned around the green shlong in her mouth while the saliva dripped down her face onto her perky tits. The Queen got on her knees to watch the video and began jutting the cock inside her pussy even faster. Soon she felt herself about to cum. Saché pulled the green dildo from her mouth and pressed her lips against her Queen's wet pussy, lapping at her clit and the dildo as it pumped in and out. Saché rubbed her clit and begged the Queen to cum in her mouth. Suddenly, the screen began to fill with static, the HoloSexNet video stopped, and the screen went blank. The Queen cursed and began prodding at the control pad. Nothing happened. Saché sat up confused. The Queen slapped at her palace communicator.

Captain Panaka lounged in his quarters in his synthsilk robe smoking some Gungan seaweed. Right on schedule, his door chimed.

Panaka: Enter.

The door hissed open and two of the Queen's young handmaidens entered, Rabé and Eirtaé. Captain Panaka had had his eyes on them for some time, and made sure when the Queen renewed his contract that he added a clause that would guarantee him sexual favors from his choice of Her Majesty's courtiers.

The two handmaidens giggled shyly as they crossed through the dimly lit quarters. They could smell the sweet wet scent of the burning seaweed in the air. It was obvious that they both wanted to sample some for themselves. Captain Panaka leered at them and held out the pipe for Eirtaé. She took it and slowly inhaled a large puff of smoke and held it. She passed the pipe to Rabé who also smoked it. Several minutes later the two girls were giggling uncontrollably and rolling on the thickly carpeted floor. Captain Panaka noted that they were not wearing anything under their robes. The girls made sure that the security chief got a good view as they splayed their legs and flashed their firm young asses. Soon, Captain Panaka was sporting an enormous erection under his robe. Rabé immediately noticed it.

Rabé: What is that, Captain Panaka?

Panaka: It's my penis.

Eirtaé: Can we see it?

Panaka: Do you want to?

Rabé: Oh yes. I’ll show you my tits if you let me see it.

Panaka: You show first.

Rabé: Okay.

Rabé dropped her robe showing considerably MORE than just her tits. Her breasts were small, with tiny pink nipples that jutted outwards. Her light brown pubic hair was short and fine and vaguely shaped. Captain Panaka could make out the twin folds of flesh between her tight thighs and it made his prick bounce in anticipation.

Eirtaé: I’ll show my tits, too. Please, Captain, I want to see your penis. It looks really big.

Eirtaé dropped her robe, too. Her breasts were slightly larger than Rabé’s and the nipples were large and brown. Her pubic area was completely shaved, however.

Captain Panaka smiled and undid his robe slowly, then let it fall to the floor. His big thick black cock extended straight up in front of the young girls. They immediately exclaimed happily and began to admire it with their eyes and hands.

Eirtaé: I love it! It's so black!!! And hard, too. Like one of the Queen's play toys.

Rabé: I've never seen anything so big… Look at those veins! It is so thick. It would split me in two.

Captain Panaka began to stroke his dick for the young girls. They sat on the carpet and began playing with themselves. Their fingers diddling quickly across their clits. His hand pumping faster and faster, the girls began to moan and shiver with their orgasms. Feeling himself about to burst, Captain Panaka pointed his cock head at the young ladies who immediately pounced on it. Both handmaidens covering his dick with their mouths as they prepared to suck every drop of cum from his cock.

Grunting hard and moaning loudly, Captain Panaka’s dick squirted again and again and again. The slabs of white sticky cum ejecting onto the young girls’ faces and inside their open mouths. Captain Panaka tossed his head back and gasped. Then his communication station screeched for attention. It was a priority message from the Queen.

Panaka: This is Captain Panaka, Your Highness.

Queen: Captain. Communications have been disrupted. I've lost the HoloNet.

Panaka: One moment. Let me check the transmitters.

Still stroking his wet cock, which began to dangle listlessly in front of him, Captain Panaka moved to his communications station and opened up the status screen. The transmitter was online, but not receiving or sending anything but garbled static. They were being jammed. The captain opened up the sensor screens and noted the 70+ battle cruisers in orbit around the planet with interest.

The Corellian cruiser dropped out of hyper space into the Naboo system. It's distinctive red hull and the logo: "Diplomats. Do Not Shoot!!" written in various languages across the hull identified it as a representative of the Republic. The massive fleet of the Trade Federation was spread out directly around the rich green planet below them. As they began their approach, two large freighters marked "Nass Fish N’ Chips" ascended from the planet's atmosphere and began maneuvering for their jump to light speed. The space above the planet immediately filled with an intercepting web of tractor beams locking onto the cargo ships. The freighters were pulled inside the battle cruiser. The Corellian cruiser slipped silently into polar orbit, hidden from the Trade Federation sensors.

The armada control ship hovered over the planet, Naboo. On the bridge, Nute Gunray, Rune Haako and Daultay Dofine monitored communications from the surface and oversaw the status of the invasion.

Rune Haako: They have not agreed to our demands?

Daultay Dofine: No, sir. No response from the surface.

Nute Gunray: Continue the assault, then.

The massive hangar doors of the battle cruisers opened, exposing several hundred freighters within. The docking tractor beams of the battle cruisers were activated. In the midst of several opposing tractor beams, the freighters’ hulls were shaken apart, releasing their cargo. Thousands of tons of Nass Fish N’ Chips descended onto the planet, some burning up in the atmosphere, but most passing through it, only to rain down onto the city of Theed. Rune Haako watched in satisfaction as the HoloNet relays broadcast the devastation of Theed and the screaming people fleeing for cover amidst the grisly shower of bloody seafood.

Nute Gunray: Transmit our demands to the Queen again. Advise her that we will continue to bombard the planet at irregular intervals until they release their Cloning Technology to us.

On the Corellian cruiser's bridge the Captain ordered her co-pilot to put the engines on standby and power down everything but the passive sensors and the highly sophisticated surveillance package mounted onto the rear of the ship. They began monitoring the HoloNet transmissions between the battle cruisers and all communications from the surface. A message signal from Coruscant on an encoded channel was received almost immediately. Just as they received the message, all the communications blasted with static. All communications around the planet were being jammed.

The Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn sat up from his sleeping mat as the communication signal beeped for his attention. Keying the control, he found a message addressed to himself:
 

Qui-Gon’s apprentice, Obi-Wan had been in their quarters studying for their mission when he heard his Master's outburst.

Obi-Wan: Master, what is it?

Qui-Gon: Fucked AGAIN. What the hell do they want from me, anyway?

Qui-Gon began pacing the room angrily.

Qui-Gon: It's that little pointed eared drunk, I bet. He is always fucking me over.

Obi-Wan: Master Yoda?

Qui-Gon: Little Elf hates me, that's what it is.

Obi-Wan: Why would he hate you?

Qui-Gon: Oh, I busted him trading sex with Yaddle for a seat on the Council.

Obi-Wan: I never heard that!

Qui-Gon: Hah. Padawans never hear the shit that REALLY goes on. If you knew, you'd all fucking quit.

Another signal interrupted their conversation, a message from the bridge saying that they had arrived in the Naboo system. With a grimace, the two Jedi donned their oversized brown robes and prepared to go to work. As the two Jedi Knights entered the bridge they received the report about the captured freighters and the orbital bombardment of Naboo. They also noticed one of the battle cruisers breaking formation to engage them.

Obi-Wan: So much for quietly slipping in under their noses.

Qui-Gon: We're not in trouble yet. Let them make the next move.

Captain: Yes, sir. It looks like they are scanning our registry.

Qui-Gon: Transmit our diplomatic credentials, Captain.

They waited while the battle cruiser digested their information. Suddenly a dim green light pulsed from under the battle cruiser.

Captain: Sir. They are locking onto us with a tractor beam.

Qui-Gon: Release control, then. Let them bring us onboard.

Obi-Wan: Master, should we try the escape pods? If we can get to the surface –

Qui-Gon: No, Obi-Wan. They would shoot us down. Besides, we don’t want to tip our hand too quickly.

Obi-Wan: Yes, Master.

Qui-Gon: Besides, at the moment they fear us more than we do them. A lone unarmed Diplomatic Courier may mean a prelude to a Republic Defense action in this system. These Neimodian types are all cowards. They aren't expecting a fight. They will want to know why we are here.

The ship continued in the grip of the tractor beam toward the Trade Federation Battle cruiser.

It was early afternoon on Coruscant. The sun shone dimly through heavy clouds, casting a greyish yellow hue to the Southern district of Area 51 of the sprawling cityscape. In one of the elite towers, Darth Sidious was keeping an appointment with his personal therapist.

Sidious: You'll understand, Doctor, if I have to call our meeting short today. I am expecting a communiqué from a Trade Federation representative on a matter of utmost importance.

Dr. Evazan: Of course, my Lord. Won't you please sit down then, and we'll begin immediately.

Sidious: Certainly.

Dr. Evazan: So. How have you been feeling this week?

Sidious: Conflicted, really. Very tense. Work has been especially crazy this week. Trying to negotiate financial security amongst rivaling systems and effectively represent my own system in the midst of it's newfound wealth and the attempt of greedy businesses trying to cut in on the action. Not to mention all my work with my Sith apprentice. They are so hard to train, you see. So independent and rebellious. It really taxes my nerves, sometimes.

Dr. Evazan: Uh huh. Would you excuse me a moment, my Lord?

Sidious: Of course…

Doctor Evazan pushed a control key on his desk to activate his communications station.

Dr. Evazan: (Into the desk comlink) Penny, would you please get Senator Palpatine for me?

Penny: (From the speaker) Of course, Doctor.

Sidious: Now, just a minute here, Doctor!

Doctor Evazan held up a finger to the Dark Lord while the call went through. Suddenly on a small grid on the desk the holographic image of the dandified Senator Palpatine appeared. Tall and regal in his luxurious robes, the Senator looked extremely busy and annoyed at the interruption.

Palpatine: Yes? What is it?

Dr. Evazan: Senator. Good morning. Doctor Evazan, here. I just wanted to check that you were in your office this morning. Forgive me for the interruption.

Palpatine: Are you out of your mind? I’ll have your license for this ridiculous stunt!! Making unnecessary calls to a Republic Senator is grounds for revocation of your HoloNet frequency!

Dr. Evazan: Again, Sir. Sorry for the call. Good bye.

Doctor Evazan closed the transmission and sat back in his comfortable black chair, a look of observation on his face as he studied his patient's reaction to the call.

Dr. Evazan: Forgive me, my Lord, for my impudence in this matter. I just felt that in order for your therapy to go anywhere you needed to be shown that you are NOT, in fact, Senator Palpatine.

Sidious: Are you mocking me, Doctor Evazan?

Dr. Evazan: Me? Mock you? Never. I'm a professional psychotherapist. I would never mock a patient.

A message signal bleeped from Darth Sidious’ comlink. He stood and turned away from Doctor Evazan to take the message. Doctor Evazan could only hear the Dark Lord's side of the conversation.

Sidious: Yes? Viceroy, I don’t want to see that bile sucking maggot in my sight again. The Jedi should never have gotten involved with this. Kill them immediately.

Darth Sidious closed the transmission and turned to face the Doctor.

Sidious: You know, Doctor Evazan, I am starting to feel like these sessions are no longer helpful. I believe I would feel better if I ended my meetings with you.

Dr. Evazan: Actually, my Lord, I was merely saying that I believe that these delusions of yours are getting quite out of hand. Especially if you are acting under the idea that you are, in fact, a Sith Lord. Everyone knows that the Sith have been extinct for a millennia.

Sidious: We have NOT been extinct!!! We have been biding our time, slowly awaiting the day of power wherein we can conquer the Jedi and bring order to the Galaxy through the power of the Dark Side of the Force. Oh, fuck it, already!!!

With a sudden burst of movement, Sidious brought up his claw like hands, reaching toward Doctor Evazan. Before the doctor could completely leap under his desk, blue white shocks of electricity blasted across the room, striking Evazan across the face and head. He screamed and hit the floor, his blistered face smoldering.

Sidious: I am afraid our time is up. I will show myself out.

Onboard the Corellian cruiser, the Jedi waited for the Trade Federation to begin the docking procedure. So far, everything was going as smoothly as could be expected. Obi-Wan was confident that his Master would be able to talk his way out of trouble once they got onboard the ship. Qui-Gon turned his head to his young Padawan and gave Obi-Wan a knowing smile and a wink. Just then, a horrific explosion wracked the ship. Klaxons wailed and smoke streamed through vents into the bridge. Another explosion, and another. The Captain was blown from her seat and the co-pilot was caught in a terrific energy discharge from his control station. The white lightning incinerated the man as he stood and screamed for assistance. The two Jedi leapt back from the burning corpse and grabbed onto the emergency restraints. The ship was spinning out of control and heading for the atmosphere. All the systems were dead and the transparasteel bridge window was showing signs of fracture. It wouldn't be long now before the hull depressurized and they would all be blown into space. Qui-Gon pushed his apprentice through the bridge access port and stooped down to pick up the Captain. Together, they ran aft to the escape pods. They passed several of the crew on the way, it appeared as if they were all dead, caught in the main turbo laser blasts from the battle cruiser. The group came to the escape pods and found one still functional. Obi-Wan crept inside and began preparing it for liftoff. Qui-Gon set the injured Captain down and wrapped her in restraint straps. Then he grabbed for some restraints and ordered Obi-Wan to take off.

The pod burst from the spinning cruiser and dropped like a stone toward the surface. The Corellian cruiser exploded and broke apart in the atmosphere of Naboo.

Inside the Theed throne room, the Queen gathered her administration. Panic had gripped the planet in the wake of the sudden invasion and brutal bombardment. Sio Bibble, the Theed governor, stood in front of the Queen in his pajamas, still picking the dried drool from his gnarled beard. Captain Panaka was a little late to the conference, and was still trying to adjust his uniform, snapping his leather codpiece in place. Saché, stood next to the Queen.

Queen: This is intolerable. First they knock out our communications and NOW they are interrupting our cargo ships. This is intolerable. It simply isn't FAIR!!!

Bibble: A communication disruption could mean anything. Not necessarily invasion!! We shouldn't jump to conclusions!

Panaka: The Governor is right, Your Majesty.

Bibble: Perhaps the primary router on the transmitter assembly has failed. We could try replacing the card. Perhaps we just need to update the drivers. If –

Queen: Enough of this. We can't update the drivers without access to the HoloNet. And how do you explain the bombardment of bloody seafood?

Bibble: Perhaps our cargo ships were damaged during takeoff. The pilots might have been startled by the battle cruisers and dumped their loads in an attempt to flee. My point is that we shouldn't jump to conclusions.

Queen: We have to do something to defend ourselves. We should muster our Security Volunteers and prepare for an attack.

Panaka: Your Highness, I do not believe this is a fight that we can win.

Queen: Then we can use them as a diversion while I get out of the city.

Bibble: How can we fight them if they are using our own merchandise against us? Legally, they haven't done anything provocative yet.

Queen: Are you completely DE-ranged? They are bombing us with FISH STICKS!! If they get a hold of my own private cargo ship, the situation will get even nastier, trust me.

A sudden break in the disruption of communications registered on the transmission screen. The Viceroy of the Trade Federation appeared on the screen.

Nute Gunray: Ah, your Highness. Good morning.

Queen: You won't think it's so good after you've heard what I have to say, Viceroy.

Nute Gunray: Your Highness, really. Our request is so simple. Merely deliver the Cloning Technology to us, and we will leave. Resist us, and we will continue to pummel your planet to rubble.

Queen: I will not condone an action that will lead my people to poverty. We have worked too hard to just hand over the fruits of decades of work to you filthy bloodsucking maggots!

Nute Gunray: Temper, temper your Highness. If that is how you feel, I can only say that I am sorry. Perhaps… You will change your mind.

The Queen could see the Viceroy signal to his left and she couldn't miss the sneer on his face. Suddenly, outside a great rain of terror descended on the city. Thousands upon thousands of metallic missiles splintered into the buildings and burst into shrapnel, chopping the fleeing citizens to ribbons. A loud humming filled the city as some of the vibrating metal objects drilled into the ground before exploding.

Nute Gunray: As you can see, Your Highness, we have found your private cargo shipment.

Queen: You BASTARDS!!! Do you have any idea how hard that shipment was to get??? I’ll fucking execute every one of you slimy assholes!!!

Nute Gunray: Oh please, Your Majesty. Don’t be such a whipped bitch. You want your cargo back intact? Give us the Cloning Technology and we will leave.

Queen: Never! I’ll die first!!

Nute Gunray: Resist us, and you'll die anyway. We'll give you a few hours to consider our offer.

The transmission ended and the screen returned to static.

The Queen turned back to face her administration. During the communication, Sio Bibble had disappeared. She looked around for him and was about to ask her Security Chief where he went off to when the Governor appeared again through a small access door in the throne room.

Bibble: Forgive me, Your Highness. Nature calls.

Queen: Your timing is excellent, Governor. We have been given yet another ultimatum. We have only a few hours to prepare what troops we have for war. Captain Panaka! I’ll leave it up to you to plan our defense. Do not fail.

Onboard the Trade Federation battleship, Daultay Dofine approached the Viceroy.

Daultay Dofine: Viceroy, sir. During your transmission, we picked up a message from the planet, coded priority Alpha 217.

Nute Gunray: Excellent. At last we are getting results. Play the message.

It was from Governor Bibble. A hologram of the old man appeared before the Neimodians.

"This is Governor Sio Bibble of Theed. Greetings, Viceroy. I am pleased that you have accepted my proposal. I will deliver the Cloning Technology to you in return for the sum that we discussed. I would further request transport from Naboo and sanctuary aboard your vessel until this unpleasantness is completed. You will find the key to the Cloning Technology encoded into the genetic structure of Queen Amidala, herself. She is unaware of it's presence. I will deliver the decoding sequence when I am safely onboard your ship and you have the Queen in your hands."

Nute Gunray: At last. Begin landing our troops. Contact Lord Sidious and inform him of this latest news.

Rune Haako: Yes, Viceroy.

Qui-Gon Jinn awoke from his nap to find his Padawan asleep next to the Captain in the pod. He had managed to set the pod down on the surface of Naboo more or less intact. Obi-Wan had passed out during the descent and the Captain hadn't regained consciousness. Qui-Gon was exhausted after the ordeal and had gone to sleep. Now he felt refreshed and hungry and he had to piss. He struggled with the door and pulled on the release lever. The metal made a loud grating sound as it slowly twisted open, releasing the hatch. The noise didn't seem to disturb Obi-Wan or the Captain. Sensing no danger, Qui-Gon left the pod to find a place to take a piss. Qui-Gon found a clump of bushes near a tall thick tree and removed his robe and began unfastening his belt around his tunic. He dropped the belt and pulling the tunic from over his head, laid it on a nearby rock. He began to unfasten his trousers. He had just freed his flaccid cock and began to relax as the steady stream of yellow urine began issuing from his dick when he heard a sound behind him. He turned slightly, still pissing, to see the Captain standing only a couple of meters away from him. She was watching him piss and when she caught his eye, she smiled at him. She was very lovely, and young for a Diplomatic Courier Captain. Qui-Gon hadn't gotten her name during the flight and he berated himself for the oversight. Generally he made a point to get the names of any lovely women around him.

Qui-Gon (grimly smiling) Good morning, Captain.

Captain: Oh wow. My head. Good morning, Master Jedi.

Qui-Gon: Are you all right?

Captain: I think so… It is just spinning. I feel a little dizzy. And I have to pee.

Qui-Gon: That sounds like you are doing better, than. Pull up a bush, why don’t you? You can join me.

Together they both laughed. The Captain continued to watch the Jedi Master piss. When he was finished he put his cock away. The Captain began to unbuckle her own belt and pulled down her flight suit bottoms to reveal an incredibly shapely ass and trimmed black bush. She smiled at the Jedi Master conspiratorially and squatted down a little, breathing easier, as she began to piss herself.

Captain: Oh, Jesus, that feels better. I feel like I could piss all day long.

Qui-Gon: We have been out of it for several hours. I don’t doubt you have to go pretty badly.

Captain: I wish I had thought to bring some refresher paper.

Qui-Gon: Ah. On that score, you needn't worry. A Jedi always comes prepared.

Qui-Gon retrieved his belt and from one of the many packets and pouches he retrieved a small sealed package of tissues. He handed several to the Captain, who gratefully wiped herself off, tossing the tissue aside onto the ground.

Captain: Thanks!

Qui-Gon: No trouble at all. Are you hungry?

Captain: Famished.

Qui-Gon: I heard some running water nearby. Why don’t we go clean up and have some breakfast?

Captain: (nodding her head in the direction of the crashed pod) What about him?

Qui-Gon: He'll be fine. Let's let him rest. He'll need it. C’mon, I think it is this way.

The Jedi Master lead the lovely young captain through the forest a short distance away. They spoke to one another as they walked through the thick forest.

Qui-Gon: This is beautiful. It reminds me of Kashyyyk.

Captain: Where is that?

Qui-Gon: Kashyyyk? It is the home world of the Wookiees. A lovely but brutal forest world on the far side of the core. The entire planet is covered in gigantic thick trees. They grow out of swamps and oceans presumably. The taller arboreal areas are inhabited by the Wookiees who hunt for food in the lower levels. No one has ever explored the surface of the planet however.

Captain: Why not?

Qui-Gon: It is too dangerous. Each level down from the top is even more dangerous. No one who has tried to reach the surface has returned or survived to tell about it.

Captain: You are very wise, Master Jedi. Have you been to many worlds?

Qui-Gon: Quite a few, really. Being a Jedi is not an easy challenge. It is a hard life.

Captain: I bet it is lonely, too.

Qui-Gon: Sometimes. I have my Padawan apprentices, though. They are good company for the most part.

Captain: I meant… well, never mind.

Qui-Gon: Please, finish. What were you going to say?

Captain: I meant, female companionship. I bet you get lonely without it.

Qui-Gon: Actually, I won't lie to you. I have had a lot of companionship in my time.

The Captain laughed, shocked.

Captain: Oh really? So you are experienced in that way, too? Sounds intriguing.

Qui-Gon: You'd be surprised what tricks you pick up as a Jedi Master, Captain.

They broke free of some trees and bushes and found a bright stream which trickled merrily near a small pool in the midst of several extremely tall trees.

Captain: How lovely. It's perfect.

Qui-Gon: Indeed. Let's rest here for a while and get cleaned up. Then we can eat.

Captain: Way ahead of you, Master Jedi.
 

Qui-Gon turned to find the Captain had stripped to her waist from her flight suit. She tossed the crumpled tunic top into a shallow area of the pool and began to unfasten her boots. Her tits, Qui-Gon noticed, were incredibly firm and the nipples were small and brown. The Captain placed her boots near a rock on the bank and began to unfasten her trousers. She looked up at the Jedi Master teasingly, as if questioning him. Qui-Gon smiled and began to strip himself. The Captain dropped her pants and kicked them off into the same area of the pool as her tunic. Then she began to slowly wade out into the water. It was cool, and she shivered a little, her nipples becoming even more erect as she watch Qui-Gon lower his trousers. She got a great view of his ass from behind, and as he bent over to pull the pants off completely, she saw his thick cock again, hanging low against his large balls. She smiled slightly and took a few more steps into the water. Qui-Gon turned around and faced her and began to walk out into the water himself. The cool water didn't seem to bother him, or his cock. She saw no sign of shrinkage. It made her wonder if maybe his current state of flaccidity was ALREADY shrunken from it's normal size. If that was the case, she thought, this Jedi Master's cock must be extremely massive. She was curious to find out how big it really was.

Together the two of them laughed and played in the water, cleaning themselves using some gel soap that Qui-Gon carried in one of his belt pouches. The Captain spread the soap across her breasts and handed the container back to Qui-Gon. She rubbed the soap into her tits and massaged her nipples. The soap tingled against her skin. She watched as Qui-Gon cleaned and soaped his armpits and then rinsed them off in the water. As he began to squirt some of the soap onto his cock, the Captain reached out slowly and began to massage the gel into his balls and his cock.

Captain: (smiling) Please. Allow me.

Qui-Gon: (smiling back) Thank you.

The Captain gently soaped up the Jedi Master's pubic hair, tugging gently on them. With her other hand, she cupped his balls in a handful of sudsy water and softly massaged them. Switching off from his pubic hair, her right hand lowered to touch his long meaty shaft. She wrapped her hand around it as best she could and stroked it gently. Letting go of his balls, she squirted more soap onto his dick. Encircling her palm around the shaft she slowly worked the soap into his penis as she pumped his dick up and down with her hand. Her left hand again cradled his nuts and she bounced them lightly against her palm, feeling the heaviness of Qui-Gon’s balls.

After several minutes of attention she rinsed off Qui-Gon’s cock and balls. Then she pulled him gently nearer to the bank by his dick. Sitting on a stone in the pool, the Captain began to lick at the Jedi Master's balls and under the head of his dick. Qui-Gon closed his eyes in pleasure as his dick began to fill with blood. It took several more minutes of intense oral attention to get his cock to stand out rigidly in the afternoon air. But when it did, the Captain was completely stunned at it's size. She had never seen anything so large and lovely on a man in her entire life. She began to orally worship the Jedi Master's cock, trying to stuff the big, pink, mushroom shaped head into her mouth and stroking the long shaft with both her hands. She could only manage to get her mouth a few inches down the shaft, less than halfway, but she made up for it by using her hands expertly to get Qui-Gon’s dick even more swollen and hard.

When his soft moans signaled his near release, she tugged lightly against his balls and worked her right hand even faster up and down his shaft. Qui-Gon tensed up and he bent backwards as his hips began thrusting forward and back uncontrollably. The Captain felt the hot spurts of cum against the back of her throat as Qui-Gon unloaded into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but there were a dozen massive globs of cum shooting against her throat and before she knew it she had taken her mouth off of his huge cock as another half dozen huge streams of sperm spattered against her face and chest. She moaned in delight as she tasted the creamy cum, swishing it around on her tongue before swallowing what was in her mouth. She rubbed the rest into her tits and continued to stroke the Jedi Master's prick and with each smaller drop of semen that appeared on the head of his cock, the Captain would lick it gratefully into her mouth.

Smiling happily, the Captain cleaned herself off again, washing the dried cum from her tits and face with some soap and water. She again washed off Qui-Gon’s dick, this time more playfully. When they were finished, they got out of the stream and hung their wet clothes on some branches in the sunlight. Then, they found a large flat rock in the sun for themselves to rest on and dry off.

Obi-Wan awoke to the sound of hundreds of strange hooting calls and whistles. His head was wet with water that had leaked into the pod after the crash. He stood and found his tunic and robe to be soaking wet. His lightsaber was drained and non-functional. His Master was not there, either, nor was the Captain they had rescued from their ship. He stumbled out of the pod door and squinted in the mid-morning sun. He was in a rich dense forest somewhere on Naboo. He immediately sensed the presence of animals and could see flocks of birds and swarms of insects overhead. He could find no sign around the pod of Qui-Gon Jinn or the Captain, but when he concentrated with the Force he could hear off to his right into the forest the sounds of laughter. Human laughter. He headed off in that direction.

Within a few minutes, the young Padawan found his Master and the Captain languidly laying on a flat rock naked in the sun eating some concentrates and skipping stones across the water. Obi-Wan approached shyly, not wanting to interrupt, but nevertheless curious and hungry. He had only taken a few steps when his Master noticed him and waved him over. The Captain sat up and relaxed back on her elbows as she watched the young man approach. She didn't seem at all shy about being naked in front of Obi-Wan, her breasts looking swollen and pert in the warm air, and the sunlight glinting off of her dark patch of pubic hair.

Qui-Gon: Hello, Obi-Wan. We seemed to arrive on Naboo in one piece.

Obi-Wan: Yes, Master. Thanks to you.

Qui-Gon waved away the thanks. He pointed at the pool.

Qui-Gon: You can get cleaned up, if you like. The water is very refreshing.

The two giggled privately at some joke and Obi-Wan didn't need to ask to know what had happened. He smiled at them and removed his robe.

Obi-Wan: That does sound nice. I am actually hungry though. Do you mind if I have some of your concentrates? I am out.

Qui-Gon: No problem, Padawan. Try and remember to always come prepared.

The Captain giggled at that, too. Qui-Gon passed over several cubes of colored concentrates to Obi-Wan. The young Jedi wolfed them down hungrily and munched them down happily. Turning aside, he got a cup of water in his hands from the pool and drank it. Then another. Satisfied, he removed his belt and tunic and set it down by the flat rock. As an afterthought, he removed his dysfunctional lightsaber and handed it to his Master.

Obi-Wan: I am sorry, Master. But my lightsaber short circuited during the descent. I don’t know if it was the rough landing or the water in the pod. I don’t have any spare power packs or replacement fusion coils.

Qui-Gon: Not a problem, Obi-Wan. Go get cleaned up and I’ll fix it for you.

Obi-Wan: Thank you, Master.

Obi-Wan then unfastened his boots, set them aside, and then his trousers which he lowered to his ankles not unaware the Captain was now eyeing him curiously. She whispered something to Qui-Gon Jinn. Obi-Wan turned, trying to be amused and kicked off his trousers.

Obi-Wan: Dare I ask what you just said, Captain.

The Captain giggled, somewhat shyly, and Qui-Gon answered for her.

Qui-Gon: Actually, Padawan, the lovely Captain was commenting on the size of your penis. She asked me if large dicks were part of becoming a Jedi.

They all laughed and Obi-Wan gave a small sarcastic smile to the Captain and began walking backwards into the water, letting his flaccid cock swing from side to side with each step like an erotic dancer. Soon he was wading to his chest in the water and soaping himself off.

The Captain stood up from the rock and walked over to where Obi-Wan had left his clothes. She carefully picked them up and began to wash them in the pool, one by one. Obi-Wan watched her as she moved gracefully, squatting over the water. She had a fantastic ass. Her legs were incredibly lithe and long and shapely. He watched her as she then hung each item of his uniform onto branches in the sun near the rest of the group's clothing.

Obi-Wan was finished rinsing and he walked out of the pool. He shook the water from his hair and wiped his hands against his thighs and chest. Qui-Gon waved him over to the rock so that Obi-Wan could dry off in the sunlight. As Obi-Wan sat down, the Captain returned and sat next to him, between the two Jedi Knights.

Captain: You know, I don’t remember much after the ship was hit. I remember seeing my co-pilot killed. And I thought I was dead, too. I hit the bulkhead and that was it. I thought to myself, I am dead. This is the end. When I woke up in the pod, I couldn't believe it. I am very grateful, to both of you, for saving my life.

Qui-Gon: It is part of the business of being a Jedi, Captain. No thanks necessary.

Obi-Wan: And really, I can't take much responsibility for it at all. It was Master Qui-Gon that carried you to the pod and I was stunned in the liftoff, so it must have been Qui-Gon that landed it safely.

Qui-Gon: Enough of that, now, Padawan. And from you, too, Captain. We are all alive and safe, and that is what counts.

Captain: What counts is that I owe you both. And personally, I want to start paying you off as soon as possible.

With that, the Captain smiled and put her hands on each of the Jedi’s dicks, stroking them slowly. Obi-Wan’s cock almost immediately sprung to life. It was long and thick and a bright pink. Not nearly as massive as Qui-Gon’s but larger than average and beautifully shaped. Master Qui-Gon’s light brown cock took longer to get erect, given the activity in the pool, but soon it, too, was bouncing rigidly in the young woman's hand. Obi-Wan reached over and put his fingers against the Captain's wet pussy, spreading her pink lips and fingering her hole. Qui-Gon began kissing her and their tongues wrapped around inside each other's mouths. Obi-Wan twisted around, so the Captain could still fondle his hardon, but also so he could get his mouth against her pussy. He lapped at it eagerly, sucking her lips and clit and tasting her fresh juices as they began leaking from her excited, quivering slit.

The Captain leaned up and turned around, bending over to give Obi-Wan better access to her snatch, and Obi-Wan dug his mouth inside her deeper, making her moan louder and louder as she squatted down on his face and began grinding her cunt against the Padawan’s lips. Qui-Gon continued to kiss her and stroked her ass with his hand. Rubbing her tiny brown asshole with his large middle finger sent the Captain into a wailing cry of pleasure. She began to breath heavily and panted in ecstasy, her head falling back away from Qui-Gon’s mouth. Firmly, the Jedi Master inserted his fingertip inside the tiny brown butt hole and worked it slowly inside. The Captain's ass cheeks quivered in desire with every inch. Leaning around, Qui-Gon released his penis from the Captain's grip and he placed the head of his dick directly against her anus. His balls hung just over Obi-Wan’s forehead as the younger Jedi continue sucking the Captain's sopping wet cunt. Qui-Gon gripped her ass firmly and began to gently shove his prick slowly up inside her rectum. The Captain wailed and shivered in pain and delight, she tried not to scream, but loud cries occasionally came from her throat like gargled words of lust. It took several minutes for Qui-Gon to get his dick halfway up the young woman's ass, but he began to thrust it in and out more and more quickly, the muscles relaxing around his dick and accepting his huge cock.

Obi-Wan felt the Captain cumming once again and he lapped at her pussy and sucked her clit as she bounced her cunt gently on his mouth. Spinning around underneath her, Obi-Wan got a hand around his own cock and pushed the swollen pink head against her open pussy. She squealed in joy as he shoved it inside her cunt all the way to his balls. Obi-Wan could feel the tightness of her pussy around his dick and even the rigid pumping sensation of his Master's own cock still grinding away at the Captain's rectum. It was an incredible feeling.

Obi-Wan desperately tried to keep from cumming too soon. He thought of Master Yoda’s tiny shriveled up green cock as the Jedi Master once (after a stunningly unsuccessful party) made Obi-Wan watch him take a shit outside the Jedi Temple reception hall. Obi-Wan could still see the sickening liquidy pale crap squirting from the little elf's butt hole onto the shiny stone walkway inside the Temple.

The distraction worked, and Obi-Wan was able to hold out for several long minutes of intense thrusting and fucking. The Captain had cum more times than any of them could count and with a loud cry, Obi-Wan felt his cock bursting inside her tight pussy as he hosed a thick gushing torrent of hot spunk inside her cunt. The Captain was face down on Obi-Wan’s chest at this point, completely unable to move as Qui-Gon continued to shove his incredible cock in and out of her ass. The Jedi Master had used the slippery cum from her pussy to lubricate his cock and managed to get it more than three quarters of the way up her butt. With a final twisting push, Qui-Gon sunk his huge dick into her ass up to the hilt, his balls smacked loudly against Obi-Wan’s dick and the Captain's wet pussy. She screamed out and her head went back. Qui-Gon grabbed her hair and pulled her neck back even more as he shot his own load of cum deep inside the rectum of the Captain. His waist shook with passion and his thighs quivered with each spasm of the orgasm. Finally, his nearly drooping dick slopped out her expanded butt hole and swung with a dripping wet slap against his own leg. The Captain fell over onto her side, completely spent.

Qui-Gon: I think we will rest here for a while before moving on.

Several hours passed and the group dressed once again. It was late in the afternoon and the forest seemed strangely quiet. Qui-Gon seemed moody, and Obi-Wan knew that his was usually his Master's way of dealing with a tremor in the Force. Obi-Wan could feel it, too, but it seemed too elusive to get a better idea of what it was. He relaxed and let himself be calm, at peace. Suddenly a loud crash exploded behind them near the pool. The Captain screamed as trees began to collapse all around them. Qui-Gon grabbed her and began running in the direction away from the loud crashing sounds. Obi-Wan followed him as best he could. Behind them they could hear the distinctive sounds of turbo lasers and a loud whining hum was filling the air along with thousands of squealing animal cries. Within moments, the group was overtaken and surrounded by stampeding animals, fleeing from the destruction behind them. Obi-Wan felt something large jumping on his back and he stumbled and almost fell. He recovered and began running off in a wayward direction from his Master. He didn't want to get separated and he tried to correct, but again the weight collapsed on his back, this time sending him straight to the ground in a twisted heap. The whining sound now became a booming thunderous cannon of noise and the Padawan through his arms over his head to protect himself. The weight on his back vanished and he could hear a fearful squawking from his right. Suddenly he felt his entire body covered by an immense vibrating field of power. It was a repulsorlift vehicle floating over him. Obi-Wan didn't move. He waited until it had passed him over before he looked up. It was a large yellow tank, blasting it's turbo lasers into the trees clearing itself a path. Obi-Wan got back on his feet and only then noticed the creature standing next to him, also watching the tank as it glided away. It was tall and reddish brown with enormous floppy ears and stalk ended eyes and a large bill shaped mouth. It seemed to always be bouncing when it moved like a hyperactive kangaroo. From his study of the mission, Obi-Wan recognized it as a Gungan.

Obi-Wan: Who the fuck are you?

Jar Jar: Mesa culled Jaja Binkss.

Obi-Wan: Well, look, Dickless. You almost got us killed!

Jar Jar: I hassa peni, look!

Obi-Wan: That won't be necessary. Just get the hell outta here before I slice you in half. Jesus, what a dumb ass.

Jar Jar: No...no! Mesa stay...Mesa yous humble servant.

Obi-Wan: Do I look like I need a servant? What I need is a fucking road map.

Jar Jar: Mesa live in forwest! Mesa can show you! Come, mesa show you!

Obi-Wan: Just stay the fuck outta my way, then. Capiche?

Jar Jar: D’is way, d’is way!

The ridiculous creature sprang off at a run, Obi-Wan followed for a few meters and then silently slipped behind some trees and began running off more or less in the direction his Master had been running.

Qui-Gon and the Captain rushed down a hill in front of the cascading trees splintering behind them. The rampaging animals obviously had some idea where they were headed and the Jedi Master made use of their path to escape himself. The two humans came to a small hill near the edge of the forest and Qui-Gon started to climb it. When they got to the top they had an excellent view of the area around them. They crouched down behind some rocks and watched as the stampede of animals dwindled away to the south. Behind the clouds of dirt and dust they saw the destructive wave of crashing blasts and the bright bursts of turbo lasers eradicating a path. They could also see the hovering battle tanks that were moving rapidly along through the forest off toward the southwest.

Qui-Gon: An invasion army. They must be heading for the Naboo city.

Captain: Can you see Obi-Wan?

Qui-Gon: No. But I am sure he is all right. C’mon, the tanks have passed us for now, let's move down and follow them into the city as best we can.

Obi-Wan was running along the flatten swath of crushed trees made by the battle tanks. He thought he sensed the presence of someone nearby and began moving toward it, hoping it was his Master and the Captain. Heading off the path into some thick trees, Obi-Wan leapt over a few bushes and fell headlong into a clearing. Looking up, he found himself surrounded by several Gungans like the one that had almost gotten him killed a few minutes before. These, however, didn't look at all clumsy astride their mounts, their glittering pole like vibro-prods held ready in their hands.

Captain Tarpals: Surrender, Human.

From the left another crashing sound erupted, this one far more faint. Suddenly, bursting into the clearing was Jar Jar Binks.

Jar Jar: Wait! Wait! Doin’ nuthin’ yet! D’is my humble servant, hasa live debbit w’it mesa. Mesa saved his live, it belongin’ to mesa now.

Captain Tarpals: Human, is this true? The fool Jar Jar saved your life?

Obi-Wan swallowed and nodded grimly.

Captain Tarpals: Idiots. Arrest them both.

In a rush, the riders pounced forward and prodded Jar Jar with their poles. He screamed as electric arcs encompassed his body and he shivered and collapsed. The riders began moving on Obi-Wan. He drew his lightsaber and felt the Force flow through him. With a savage slash, he chopped the legs out from under two of the animal mounts, bringing them down in a bloody pile. Obi-Wan leapt over them and twisted in the air to land behind more riders. This time cutting vertically down with his saber, he split the riders in half. Feeling the approach of a prod at his back, Obi-Wan ducked smoothly and rolled under the feet of the mount and stabbed his lightsaber upwards into the creatures belly, eviscerating it. Continuing his roll, Obi-Wan spun free of the collapsing beast and swung his lightsaber across the neck of the rider popping the cauterized head free. Several more of the riders regrouped at the edge of the clearing, the leader was amongst them. Whistling suddenly, they retreated into the forest. Obi-Wan shut off his saber and took a long breath, relaxing his muscles.

The creature, Jar Jar began to slowly stir. Obi-Wan walked over to it and kicked the creature roughly in the belly.

Obi-Wan: Nice work, dumb fuck. Wonderful. I had the whole situation under control until you showed up.

Jar Jar: Mesa sowwy. Mesa sowwy. Mesa twy’in to help yous.

Obi-Wan: I don’t need your help. I need to get off this filthy mud hole.

Jar Jar: Filthy? Mud hole? Mesa home d’is is.

Obi-Wan: Well, shitrat, I hate to say it, but your home ain’t much. And it's gonna get a lot worse before it gets better. Those battle tanks are gonna do some serious damage to the environment before this is all over. Well, later, fuckstick. I'm outta here.

Obi-Wan began to trek off into the forest again. Jar Jar stood up and called after him.

Jar Jar: Wait, wait. Mesa help yous. Find your friend, hmm?

Obi-Wan: I'm not looking for a friend, I'm looking for a Jedi Master. And when I find him, he’s gonna probably wanna kick your ass for almost getting me killed -- twice. He doesn’t have a great temper, my Master.

Jar Jar: But mesa knows all the forwest ways and the way to hidden city.

Obi-Wan: City? Hidden city? What’s that? Is that the Naboo city?

Jar Jar: It d’uh city on Naboos, yeh. Mesa know d’uh way. Yousa follow mesa, okey day?

Obi-Wan: Alright, pal. Just remember. You fuck with me, and I’ll be having Fillet o’ Gungan for dinner.

Captain Tarpals lead his remaining troops into the forest. They were met by an even larger force. Captain Tarpals received the report of two other humans moving through the forest. One of them matching the description of the murderous human that had slaughtered his officers. Captain Tarpals ordered his army to pursue the humans and capture them immediately.

Qui-Gon and the Captain rushed along the trail after the battle tanks. It was nearly sunset and the Captain was clearly exhausted but unwilling to be separated from the Jedi Master. Qui-Gon called a halt and they both fell to the ground. Drinking some water and sharing some concentrates, they both stretched out and breathed slowly, letting their bodies rest. Soon, the Captain fell asleep and was breathing quietly. Qui-Gon stood and began to scout about getting an idea of how far they would need to go before they would get to the Naboo city. A tremor in the Force alerted him to danger and he spun back in the direction of the camp. An ear piercing scream struck him and he recognized the voice as the Captain. He drew his lightsaber and plunged through the bush, howling several Jedi cries of warrior readiness. He leapt into the camp and activated his lightsaber. All around him were hundreds of mounted troops. Each one carried a polearm which glowed at the tip. One of the creatures held the unconscious form of the Captain over his mount.

Captain Tarpals: Surrender, Human.

The entire force began inching forwards, the tips of their vibro-poles pointing directly at the Jedi Master's head and chest. Taking in a deep breath, Qui-Gon deactivated his lightsaber and one of the troops took it from him. Another of the troops climbed off his mount and bound Qui-Gon’s wrists behind him. Then the two troops lifted him up onto one of the beasts and tied him across it, lashing his wrists to his ankles securely. Then the riders climbed back up on their mounts and the Captain whistled loudly and they all broke into a run heading to the southwest.

Obi-Wan and Jar Jar were making their way along inside the forest when Obi-Wan heard the faint human scream. He turned his head toward the sound and began running in that direction. Jar Jar followed. After several long minutes of panting and running the two came upon the remains of a campsite. They found the remains of some packages of food concentrates and an empty water jug. Many, many tracks lead off to the southwest.

Obi-Wan: Goddammit. Look, um, Jar Jar. Where would that asshole take prisoners?

Jar Jar: To d’uh hidd’en city. D’is away. D’is away. Wesa near d’uh waterway, anyway. Come on. Come on.

Obi-Wan followed the creature as it ran off after the trail. The sun went down and darkness descended on the planet. After a couple of hours, the two came upon a large open lake in the midst of some high hills beyond the edge of the forest. In the distance, more faint hills could be seen in the midst of the water. In locked cages all around the edge of the bank, the riders’ mounts had been left behind. Quietly, Obi-Wan slipped along the bank and kept out of the watchful eyes of whomever had been left to care for the animals.

Obi-Wan: Alright, Jar Jar. Where is this hidden city?

Jar Jar: It down d’ere. Unduh water. Wesa goin’ swimmin’ okey day?

Obi-Wan: Go on, then. I’ll follow you.

Obi-Wan took a breather from his belt and inserted it into his mouth. Activating it, he was able to breath easily through his mouth. The creature leapt smoothly from a rock like an amphibian, and passed silently into the water. Obi-Wan walked into the water after him carefully, before kicking free of the bank and descending beneath the surface. Using his arms and legs to push himself under the water, Obi-Wan was able to almost keep up with Jar Jar. He had a feeling the creature was purposefully swimming slower to let the human stay close. The two passed over a sharply angled underwater rock shelf and stretching out beneath them was a huge underwater crater. In the midst of it were hundreds of glowing bubbles. The two swam nearer and Obi-Wan could make out that they were hydrostatic bubbles and within the spheres were dwellings and buildings. Thousands of inhabitants could be living within this city. He had to trust the Force that he would be able to find Qui-Gon and rescue his Master.

Qui-Gon and the Captain stood dripping wet in front of a cluster of large aliens. Qui-Gon knew them to be Gungans. The other somewhat intelligent inhabitants of Naboo. Captain Tarpals was angrily addressing the frog-like creatures who appeared to be in charge. Occasionally, Tarpals would point at the two humans and he waved Qui-Gon’s lightsaber and using sounds and actions, Tarpals described how the device worked. He also seemed to be describing the carnage visited upon several hundred dead troops. Qui-Gon slowly shook his head. Obi-Wan. His Padawan must have met up with the creatures first and had obviously attacked them. Reckless. Brash. Qui-Gon looked up proudly, smiling to himself. He had trained the boy well. Obi-Wan would indeed become a powerful Jedi.

Obi-Wan and Jar Jar slipped into one of the centrally located bubbles. They crouched behind a large tank and remained hidden as several Gungans passed by. Obi-Wan was dripping wet and tried to not leave too much of a trail as they began working their way along the alleyways toward the central tower.

Obi-Wan: (whispering) Jar Jar, that central tower? Is that the place where prisoners are placed?

Jar Jar: No, d’at d’uh council chambuh. Where’in Boss Nass and the Gungan Eld’uhs pass judgements. Yousa friends be brought’in d’ere before d’ey be crunch’ed.

Obi-Wan: We need to set up a diversion. I need to know where the hydrostatic control station is. Can you show me?

Jar Jar: Sure, d’ats easy done. It’sa d’is way.

Jar Jar lead Obi-Wan deeper into the city and then to a large domed structure. In the back, were many hissing generators and pipes that pulsed with energy.

Jar Jar: D’isa d’em. D’esa contwol all d’uh bubbles. Numbered, see? D’isa is d’ah one for d’is bubble, and d’isa one for d’at bubble. Simple, eh?

Obi-Wan: Very simple. Why don’t you go stand guard over there, Jar Jar. I need to concentrate.

The Jedi waited for the Gungan to move off into a guard position and Obi-Wan took some items from his belt. Carefully twisting and prodding he managed to open the casings on six of the generator coils. Using some filament strips from his small repair kit, Obi-Wan placed the strips admidst the control rods to the hydrostatic generator feeds. From another pouch, he removed his Jedi Comlink and took off it's back casing. He removed several transtator fuses and jury-rigged them to the filament strips. Within a few moments he had engineered a remote control that would activate the filament strips and burn out the control rods to several of the hydrostatic bubbles around the city. Including the one in which they were currently standing. Closing the maintenance hatches carefully, Obi-Wan tucked the Comlink back into his belt and ran to meet up with Jar Jar.

Tarpals finished his report and placed the lightsaber into the hands of the largest Gungan present. This creature had been identified as "Boss Nass" (whom Qui-Gon knew was the president of Nass Fish N’ Chips, one of the largest seafood franchises in the galaxy). Boss Nass did not look happy. He boomed at the two humans for a few moments in his own language before switching to his best pronunciation of Basic.

Boss Nass: Yousa cannot bees hair. Dis army of mackineeks up dare tis new weesong! And Ju hast crunch’ed many Gungans w’is d’is glow-hissin’ weapon.

Qui-Gon: You are mistaken, Lord. We are innocent. I did not attack your people, and we were merely following the army of battle tanks toward the Naboo city.

Boss Nass: Yousa lies. Why yous follow d’uh mackineeks justa two oh yous humaans. No, yous attack d’ah Gungans. Yousa on d’ah side of d’uh mackineeks.

Qui-Gon: We are not. We are here to help the Naboo and to warn them of the attack. We meant no harm to you or your people.

Boss Nass: Wesa soon know d’uh truph, eh? Wesa gonna give yous both somet’in to t’ink about before yous tellin’ us d’uh truph ‘bout why yousa here.

Boss Nass waved at Captain Tarpals and boomed out several commands in his own language. Qui-Gon and the Captain were slammed against a steel "T" shaped post, their wrists hooked securely to the ends of it. Boss Nass looked from one human to the other, as if deciding something. He pointed at Qui-Gon and then the Captain and bounced his finger back and forth, idly whispering something in Gungan. His finger stopped suddenly, pointing at the Captain. He nodded his head. The Captain screamed at Boss Nass and cursed him. The guards rushed forward and slapped a red ball into her mouth, strapping it firmly around her head. The Captain's cries were muffled into angry grunts and futile protests. Qui-Gon was silent. The guards then stripped the Captain completely, tossing her clothing into a pile in front of Boss Nass. Boss Nass chose one of his administrators, who stood and disrobed. His gelatinous genitals firmed in the air, taking shape into a pointed and spiked tube. He stood behind the Captain and began to savagely screw her from behind. Qui-Gon could only sense her pain and see the wide-eyed stare of horror that conveyed the dismay at what was happening to her. Qui-Gon was forced to watch as a splattering of blood began to slowly drip onto the stone floor. Then more blood, until it was a steady stream of scarlet fluid. The Captain began shuddering in agony, her wrists twisting helplessly in the restraints. With a final flourish, the Gungan rammed her repeated with full force before pulling his wicked looking phallus from the Captain and ejaculating a clear bluish liquid onto the floor. The Captain heaved violently several times, and then she stopped moving, her body hung lifelessly on the rack. Qui-Gon felt her death and closed his eyes angrily. He wanted to destroy these foul creatures for this.

Boss Nass: Human. Whysa yous here? Yousa comin’ to crunch’in d’uh Gungans? Or d’ah Naboo?

Qui-Gon: You are SOOOOOO dead, you fucking frog. I am gonna salt your snail ass before I fuck you up the ass with my lightsaber, you hear me?

Boss Nass yawned and chuckled dismissively.

Boss Nass: Human. Yousa bett’uh answer d’ah question. Mesa gonna have Rep Teers, here, do’in d’ah same t’ing to yousa ass as Rep Been done to d’ah dead human.

A voice came from the back of the chamber.

Voice: I don’t think so, Fish N’ Chips. I think yousa gonna be swimmin’ with d’ah fishes.

Suddenly a violent shudder shook the chamber. Through the huge windows behind the councilors one of the large bubbles collapsed, the pressure of the water crushing the interior instantly. Blasts and wreckage slowly spun outwards in the water, sparkling in the light of the other domes.

Obi-Wan: That’s one.

Boss Nass: Get d’em! Kill d’em!!!

Another blast shook the chamber, this one even more powerful as a large dome nearer to the central tower exploded and collapsed. A flashing light of failing reactors was the only thing they could see before it all went dark under the incredible weight of the inflowing water.

Obi-Wan: That’s two. You want more?

Boss Nass: Yousa gonna die f’or d’is. Yousa gonna be pune’ished.

Obi-Wan: You have until the count of three to release my friend.

Obi-Wan walked into the center of the council room completely carefree, holding his Comlink in his left hand and his deactivated lightsaber in his right. Very quickly he counted off.

Obi-Wan: One, two, three!

Dramatically pressing down again with his thumb he created another incredible expulsion as yet another hydrostatic bubble collapsed. All the Gungans hit the floor and with a flourish, Obi-Wan lit his lightsaber and swung it across his Master's restraints. Freed, Qui-Gon reached out with the Force and called his lightsaber immediately to his waiting hand. Grinning, Qui-Gon activated the blade and cried out in a loud voice several Jedi challenges. The Gungans screamed in fear in the presence of an enraged Jedi Master. Slashing wickedly left and right, Qui-Gon littered the floor with cauterized limbs. Klaxons boomed out and flashing swirling lights spun overhead as an alert was sent out. Hundreds of Gungan soldiers began to descend upon the Jedi, their vibro-poles crackling and hissing with snapping bursts of power. The Jedi went berserk, as the full power of the Force filled them to their very core.

Faster than the Gungans could follow, Obi-Wan dispatched the guards a half a dozen at a time. Spinning, twisting, leaping, and rolling, he chopped them to pieces. Occasionally stopping the advancing soldiers with an outstretched hand, he called on the Force to push the Gungans back. The Force that flooded through him literally tore the Gungans to pieces that were caught in the Force wave.

Qui-Gon sent his lightsaber speeding from his outstretched hand and guided it with the Force to spin about the room in a swirling blade of death, snipping the heads from his enemies effortlessly. Within moments the floor around the Jedi Master was piled high with smoking corpses. Catching the lightsaber again in his hand he waved at the sealed blast door that blocked their escape. With a horrific sound of wrenching metal, the door snapped off it's hinges and collapsed onto the guards cowering behind it.

Qui-Gon: (screaming) Where is Boss Nass? That fat fucking frog????!!!!

Obi-Wan: He won't get far, Master. This way. I have a Bongo waiting for us. I’ll blast this fucking bubble from there.

Qui-Gon: Bongo? What’s a Bongo?

Obi-Wan: A transport, Master.

Qui-Gon: Excellent work, Obi-Wan. Let's go.

The two Jedi rushed from the ravaged chamber and down the corridor. Slipping to the right, Obi-Wan leapt over a Gungan crouched in defense. Qui-Gon following closely behind, sizzled his lightsaber through the guards bent over torso, slicing the body into two pieces without a pause. They continued on.

Obi-Wan: Here, Master! The Bongo is this way!

They entered into a small hangar. Two sides of the chamber were above water, and in the middle of the docks was a small vessel that appeared to be made of both metal and biological tissue. A hydrostatic bubble protected the cockpit. Obi-Wan released it and they both leapt inside to find Jar Jar humming away bored in the co-pilot seat.

Jar Jar: D’ere yous are. Mesa was startin’ t’ah t’ink yousa wasn’t comin.’

Qui-Gon (Glaring at Jar Jar) What’s this???

Obi-Wan: (smiling evily) A local. He helped guide me here. He says he wants to help us.

Qui-Gon: Oh really? Well. He most certainly will help us. C’mon. Let's take off. Where is that control, Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan: Here, Master.

Obi-Wan started the Bongo and it sputtered to a start and slipped from the hangar into the water. The young Jedi passed the Comlink control back to his Master who looked at it appraisingly.

Qui-Gon: Again, well done, Obi-Wan. I commend you. Let's see…

The Jedi Master hit the remaining three control switches and behind the Bongo the main bubble complex and the two structures nearest to it collapsed. A spreading shockwave expanded outwards blasting several more domes to rubble and dimming the lights of the Gungan city completely.

The droid army of the Trade Federation made quick work of the Security Volunteers. Captain Panaka had tried to use them as efficiently as possible, he told the Queen, but to no avail. They simply weren’t able to take on a battle hardened Federation Army. As the battle tanks began rolling up the streets of Theed, blasting their turbo lasers left and right into the buildings, the Queen was ready to concede defeat.

Queen: Captain. You'll need to fetch the schematics for the Cloning Technology immediately and prepare to transmit them to the Federation Viceroy.

Captain: Well, Your Highness, it isn't quite that simple… You see –

Governor Bibble interrupted him.

Bibble: Yes, Your Majesty. Immediately. I will need your assistance, Captain.

The Queen watched suspiciously as the two men left the throne room. Shaking aside her worries she continued to watch the droid armies descending on her city.

The Bongo popped up in the center of the lake just north of the city of Theed. Obi-Wan thrusted it ahead and bumped the nose of the ship against the dock. Switching off the cockpit bubble, Qui-Gon stood and surveyed the city.

Qui-Gon: This is Theed. We are here. I am sure the Federation Army has had time to get here first. We must be cautious.

Obi-Wan: I'm ready for anything.

The three of them climbed from the Bongo and slowly advanced along the docks toward the rear walls of the city. Using their lightsabers to cut an entryway, they slipped inside.

Qui-Gon: We need to know the situation. Obi-Wan, is your Comlink still functional?

Obi-Wan: No, Master. I had to use the communication fuses as control elements in my diversion.

Qui-Gon: Acknowledged. We'll use mine.

The Jedi Master activated his Comlink and flinched at the static that erupted from the speaker. He was about to shut it off when a message was heard. Somewhat garbled, but understandable.

"This is Governor Bibble. Viceroy, the Queen has decided to deliver the Cloning Technology to you. We are going to give her some mocked up data cards and have her meet with you personally. You can take her at that time with no trouble. Once we are all aboard your ship, I will give you the decoding sequence. You will then have no difficulty deciphering the Cloning Technology code from within the Queen's genetic structure."

The message ended and static returned.

Qui-Gon: Ingenius. We must get to the Queen first and get her off the planet.

Obi-Wan: Master, perhaps we can use this information to gain her trust and confidence. She would then follow us wherever we needed her to go… Including Coruscant.

Qui-Gon: A well considered plan, Padawan. We will need to get to the palace. This way.

The three of them made their way into the dark corridors and under the flowered archways toward the center of the city.

The throne room doors were thrust open as a squad of battledroids entered into the chamber. Four destroyer droids rolled into backup positions. The yellow colored lead droid advanced onto the Queen and her administrators. He Queen's handmaidens clustered into a tightly knit half-circle behind their Queen, while Governor Bibble moved closer to her for support. Captain Panaka took a position on her other side.

The lead battledroid contacted the Viceroy with his report.

OM9: Viceroy. We have captured the Queen.

Viceroy: Excellent. Have her brought to the ship at once.

OM9: Yes, sir.

The squad of droids marched the Queen and her advisors out of the palace and around the corner of the street toward the main hangar. They were passing an archway when a sudden reddish brown figure was tossed into the midst of them. Jar Jar screamed as he fell helplessly amidst the droids, knocking down several of them as he landed in a cracking heap on the cement.

Jar Jar: How wude!

The two Jedi Knights leapt from the archway and in a quick and deadly attack, dispatched the battledroids immediately.

Panaka: (indicating the Jedi) Grab their weapons!!!

Qui-Gon: Wait! We are here to help! We were sent by the Republic to stop the invasion.

Bibble: What??? Two of you against the Federation Army? That’s preposterous.

Qui-Gon: Not for a Jedi. Your Majesty, if you will trust me, I can get you safely off the planet and back to Coruscant. From there, you can plead your case to the Senate and they will stop this invasion and dispose of the Trade Federation army.

Panaka: I do NOT agree with the ‘Jedi’ on this, Your Highness. This could easily be a trap!!!

Queen: I do not think so, Captain.

Obi-Wan: If we are going to leave, we have to do it now.

Qui-Gon: Indeed. Do you have transports?

Panaka: Yes. In the main hangar, this way.

The Captain reached down to take a droid blaster. Bibble and the other guards did the same. The entire group then ran for the hangar. Jar Jar staggered to his feet and followed after them with a distinct limp. They stopped just outside the entryway. Captain Panaka carefully poked his head inside. There were several ships, and over two dozen battledroids guarding them. Several Naboo pilots were sitting on the deck of the hangar with their hands on their heads. Captain Panaka gestured to a large chrome-plated ship.

Panaka: There’s the Queen's ship. We can take that.

Qui-Gon: I am unfamiliar with that design, and we lost our own pilot. Can you fly it?

Panaka: Negative. We'll need to free some of those pilots.

Bibble: This is insane! There are too many guards!

Queen: Calm down, Governor.

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon looked at one another.

Jar Jar: (pointing at the Governor) Thisa icky goo!!!

Qui-Gon: Governor Bibble? Governor SIO Bibble?

Bibble: Yes. That’s me. Do I know you?

Qui-Gon: No. But we know you, Governor. Your Majesty. This man is a traitor. He has been secretly plotting with the Federation Viceroy to assure your capture.

Bibble: You lie!!! Damn you!!!

The Governor brought his blaster up, but Obi-Wan effortlessly waved his hand and the gun skittered away. Captain Panaka didn't quite react to the Governor. He moved in closer to protect the Queen.
 

Panaka: Do you have proof?

Obi-Wan: Yes. We recorded a transmission from your Governor just a short time ago.

Qui-Gon brought out his Comlink and replayed some of the recorded transmission.

"This is Governor Bibble. Viceroy, the Queen has decided to deliver the Cloning Technology to you. We are going to give her some mocked up data cards and have her meet with you personally. You can take her at that time with no trouble. Once we are all aboard your ship, I will give you the decoding sequence…"

Governor Bibble went very pale.

Bibble: Your Majesty, I assure you, I was not serious. I was thinking of our people only. I would never have turned you over to the Federation.

Queen: Enough, Governor. You have gone too far this time. Master Jedi, with your permission, we should leave this traitor here on the planet before making our escape.

Qui-Gon: I agree, Your Highness.

Panaka: Very well. But what about those guards??

Qui-Gon: They won't be a problem –

Obi-Wan: Master, I think we have a problem…

The battledroids had not failed to notice the disturbance at the entryway of the hangar. In the several minutes the group had spent arguing, the battledroids had assembled into a tightly protective vanguard and muscled up several dozen reinforcements.

Qui-Gon: Shit.

The battledroids opened fire on the group. The two Jedi snatched up their lightsabers and began to weave and block the blasts as best they could, moving in the direction of the Queen's ship. Captain Panaka and the Queen's guards pushed Governor Bibble into the path of a flood of blaster bolts, the Governor screaming as his chest erupted in a flaming burst of bloody shards. The Queen and her handmaidens dived for cover amongst some storage containers while the captain provided cover fire for her.

Obi-Wan careened between the battledroids, swiping and slashing with his lightsaber as he cut a path toward the captured pilots. Qui-Gon headed the other way doing the same thing making way toward the ramp of the Queen's ship. Qui-Gon got to the hatch release and lowered the ramp. Waving sharply at Captain Panaka and the Queen, he ordered them to the ship. Then he continued to dispatch stray battledroids about the ship and blocked the blaster bolts that were tracking toward the Queen's entourage as they ran in a half crouch for the ship.

Obi-Wan swung his arms around and around, toppling droids as they got too close and deflecting stray blaster bolts. With a shout, he ordered the pilots to their feet and told them to get the hell out of the hangar. Stopping two of the pilots, Obi-Wan gestured and pointed at the ship and, while blocking blaster bolts, instructed them to get to the Queen's ship and prepare for takeoff.

Qui-Gon waited for the Queen and the others to board the ship and then he followed them up the ramp. Obi-Wan stalked backwards following the two pilots and guarding their rear. When they had safely ascended the ramp, Obi-Wan leapt up after them and smacked the hatch release.

The engines on the ship shuddered and sputtered, finally starting. The glowing backblast incinerating the deckplates as the chrome-colored ship leapt from the hangar. Sharply twisting to avoid a scattering slap of turbo laser bursts, the ship rocked and swayed, dodging the surface guns of several battle tanks. Veering upwards, the ship gained greater altitude and headed for space. The main engines opened all the way and with a churning burst of speed, the ship cleared the atmosphere into space.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan entered the bridge. The Queen was not there, just Captain Panaka and the two pilots Obi-Wan had rescued.

Pilot: Activate the Navicomputer!! Begin calculating the jump to hyper space!!

Jar Jar was hanging around the rear of the bridge. Unbelievably, Obi-Wan realized that the Gungan must have somehow managed to get onboard the ship unscathed AND unnoticed. The co-pilot pointed wildly at the main viewer and shouted a warning to the others. Obi-Wan turned his thoughts away from the Gungan.

Co-pilot: There’s the Federation Blockade! A battle cruiser just broke formation and is moving to intercept.

Qui-Gon: Raise shields. Ready weapons.

The Pilot turned on the Jedi Master in surprise.

Pilot: This is the Queen's personal ship, sir. It has no weapons.

Obi-Wan: Great. Just fucking great!

Qui-Gon: We're not in trouble yet. Steer for the base of the battle cruiser, Pilot, and try keeping the ship as close to the hull as possible. The droid guidance systems won't allow them to shoot at themselves. If we get close enough they won't be able to shoot at us.

The pilot nodded and twisted the control yolk, spinning the ship toward the engaging battle cruiser. Blasts of turbo lasers sputtered about the hull, sparking and snapping at the shields.

Obi-Wan looked at his Master with incredulously. Qui-Gon merely shrugged at his Padawan.

Qui-Gon: Well, that's what I had heard!

The ship suddenly shook violently as a turbo laser blast struck the hull. With a sudden muffled gasp, Jar Jar backed away from the auxiliary control station.

Pilot: Fuck! Shields are gone!! The generator’s shorted out. It must’ve been hit.

A loud klaxon alarm started to hoot and a dim red light filled the bridge.

Obi-Wan turned a venemous glare on the Gungan who retreated into the corner of the bridge and tried to become one with the bulkhead. Qui-Gon ordered his Padawan to get the fool off of the bridge and store him away somewhere safe.

Pilot: Evasive manuevers! Try the backup shield generator!!

Obi-Wan grabbed Jar Jar by the arm and dragged him down the main corridor. Looking from side to side, Obi-Wan chose the first secured door he could find. The Jedi keyed open the door and peeked inside. It looked like a dark storage room. Obi-Wan shoved Jar Jar inside and twisted the locking lever. The door snapped shut. With a curse, Obi-Wan returned to the bridge.

Co-pilot: No good, sir. The backup generator is not responding. Shields inactive.

The pilot slapped at some control switches behind his console. Another alert began to sound. The pilot leaned in to a Comlink grid and ordered the repair droids out of the ship.

Jar Jar stumbled about in the dark room trying not to touch anything. He ended up sitting in the center of the room on the deck with his arms curled around his legs. Suddenly, the room flooded with light and a loud wail began pounding in his ears.

Jar Jar: Mesa doin’ nuttin’ – Nuttin’!!!

Around him, shiny steel tubes began to spin around slowly until small curved doorways twisted toward the front. In each of the tubes there was a squat little droid. Each one was a different color. Each of them lit up at once and began to roll from their position toward the back of the room. A single empty tube was descending and a small door hissed open. One by one the droids entered the tube and were sucked upwards out of sight. The last droid through the tube was shiny and colored blue.

Pilot: The astromechs are out. They are proceeding with repairs.

The pilot switched one of the smaller viewers to focus on the droids that were clinging by their magnetic treads to the hull of the vessel. They clustered around an open repair hatch at the rear of the ship. All around them, scarlet beams from the turbo lasers bracketed the ship, bouncing the hull under their wheels and jostling their efforts at repairing the damaged shield generator.

Q1-C3: This sucks. This definitely sucks.

S3-G5: Whenever the shit hits the fan, leave it to the humans to "call in the droids!" Fucking hell.

A turbo laser blast erupted against S3-G5, tearing it to burning shrapnel and sending it spinning off of the hull into space.

U5-F4: Goddamn it! They killed, Lenny!! Muthafuckers.

T4-C1: We can mourn later, boys. Let's get the job done and –

Another blast cracked against the hull and richocheted against the side of T4-C1. The droid helplessly spun off the hull and bounced against the portside fin of the ship before vanishing into space.

Q1-C3: Goddamn it!!! It's getting REALLY hard to concentrate here!!!

U5-F4: I can't even see what the fuck I'm doing! Hey, new guy, get a look in there and see if I am hitting the generator coil!!

The blue droid, R2-D2, peered inside the repair hatchway and bleeped an affirmitive.

U5-F4: Great, just fucking great. Time to save the humans. Wonderful. What a fucking –

Boom!! Another bright red blast collided against the hull and another turbo laser tracked closer and closer.

Q1-C3: Shut the fuck up, willya!! Get that damn clamp onto the servomount and –

BLAMM!!! Q1-C3 caught the burst of a turbo laser straight on and popped apart right over the hull, the shards of metal skittering away into space.

R2-D2 whistled and bleeped in terror as he moved into the available position. Carefully welding the clamp in place as U5-F4 twisted the mount into the proper position.

U5-F4: Holy fuck! I think we did it!! Goddamn it!! We did it –

BAMM!!!!! A twin burst of powerblasts sent U5-F4 careening into pieces with a last mournful wail.

R2-D2 finished twisting the clamp into place with his servo arm and finished welding, the reflections of turbo lasers bursting all around him. Fearfully, the little droid turned his sensor’s forward and watched the brightly glowing cascade of turbo lasers approaching him. With a final tug, he managed to get the shield generator fillament locked in place just as a huge beam of scarlet fire hit the shield in front of him and expanded harmlessly away. With a small sigh of relief, the droid closed the hatch and hauled himself back into the airlock.

The Pilot grasped the hyper space controls and once clear of the Federation battle cruiser, the ship leapt away into hyper space.

Co-Pilot: Shit. There’s no way we can make it to Coruscant. The hyperdrive is choked. We are barely breaking sublight speed. At this rate it will take us a hundred years to get to Coruscant.

Qui-Gon turned to the auxiliary control station and began studying the condition of the hyperdrive.

Qui-Gon: Is there a backup hyperdrive generator?

Co-Pilot: I already checked. There isn't one. We just have the main generator and it's almost critical.

Pilot: Fuck. OK. Power down on the hyperdrive to below the red line.

Qui-Gon: We will have to find a place to set down and make repairs.

Panaka: Are you crazy? With the Trade Federation hunting us down? They’ll be on us like sandflies on a shitloaf!

The group on the bridge consulted one another heatedly while the Jedi Master traded some insults with Captain Panaka.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan spoke up from the navigator station behind the Pilot.

Obi-Wan: Here, Master. Tatooine. It's small, close, and out of the way. The Space Registry shows that it has several small spaceports.

Qui-Gon: Excellent. We'll set down there, make repairs and continue on from there to Coruscant.

One of the Queen's guards retrieved the remaining R2 unit and released Jar Jar from droid storage. The guard escorted the Gungan and the droid to the Queen's chamber. The guard had Jar Jar introduce himself to the Queen who dismissed him with little interest. The droid, on the other hand, was praised. The guard made sure to mention to the Queen that the little droid had saved the ship and was the last astromech aboard.

The Queen stood up from her throne and approached the droid, gliding her hand gently over the curves and feeling the hardened steel.

Queen: An extremely well put together droid. What is it's number, I wonder?

The R2 unit whistled and beeped and shivered happily on the deck while the Queen cleaned a smudge of gritty oil from beneath it's domed top.

Queen: (reading) Artoo-Deetoo. Thank you, R2-D2. Why don’t you stay with us a while and we'll get you cleaned up. Guard, escort that Gungan somewhere… Else.

Guard: Yes, Your Majesty. At once.

The guard grasped the Gungan around the arm and dragged him from the Queen's quarters.

Jar Jar: How wude!

Halfway across the Galaxy on the planet Coruscant, Senator Palpatine entered his office and secured the door. Opening his private communications station, he delicately inserted a recording disk into the slot feed and keyed open the transceivers. Sitting down in his chair, the Senator poured himself a drink and awaited his transmission.

The Supreme Chancellor of the Republic hurried into his office, checking his chronometer. Closing the door behind him he casually crossed the room and sat at his desk across from the stunningly beautiful young lady seated in his office. He smiled at her with his perfect white teeth and called his Chief-of-Staff and ordered them to hold all calls, regardless.

Chancellor: Good afternoon, young lady. I remember you from the Senate banquet last week. You are the deputy intern of Senator Abaron of Chandrilla, correct?

Mon Mothma: Yes, Supreme Chancellor. Thank you for remembering.

Chancellor: I see here that you have filed for a Senatorial appointment, that you wish to take over for Abaron when he retires later this month.

Mon Mothma: Yes, Supreme Chancellor.

Chancellor: As you know, a Senator is a very important position in the government of the Republic. It requires many skills that are not always presentable on an application. As Supreme Chancellor, I always try to discover the ‘special’ innate talents of the Senators under me. Share with me, if you will, any special skills that you possess that you would use in behalf of the Galactic Republic.

The HoloDisk was functioning perfectly, sending the transmission from the Supreme Chancellor’s office directly to Senator Palpatine. Sipping his drink, he watched the interview intently as he recorded it.

Mon Mothma stripped off her clothes and splayed her naked legs apart on the chair. Using her long fingers, she spread the wet pink folds of her pussy apart, exposing her hole. With her right hand she made small, fast circles over her clit, occasionally dipping two or three fingers in and out of her soaking wet slit. Soon, her small firm tits were bouncing excitedly, her pointy pink nipples poking outwards. She moaned loudly and shook her shock of red hair as she began panting in pleasure. The seat was shiny and slick under her ass as she shivered and shook in a tremendous orgasm. She tossed her head back and squinted her eyes, her mouth open, as a cry escaped her. It was pure animal passion. It was completely unbridled. It got her a Senatorial appointment.

Over the next several days, Senator Palpatine managed to record several similar interviews with the Supreme Chancellor. Tucking the recording disk safely into a sealed storage vault, Palpatine patiently waited until the right time to use it.

The Queen's ship clunked and thudded it's way through hyper space. The Jedi had informed the Queen of their intention to land on Tatooine and make repairs. All over the protests of Captain Panaka. The Queen, realizing they had little choice, agreed with the Jedi.

The Trade Viceroy opened a channel to Lord Sidious. Shivering, he swallowed nervously and cleared his throat.

Nute Gunray: My Lord. The invasion has been successful. We have captured the planet.

Sidious: And what of the Queen? Have you got her onboard your ship?

Nute Gunray: Unfortunately, no, my Lord. She and several others managed to escape on a small cruiser that evaded one of our battle cruisers.

Sidious: Indeed, Viceroy? And what of your contact on the surface? Did he relay to you the decode sequence?

Nute Gunray: No, my Lord. He was dead when we found him.

Sidious: Fuck. I want that code! How the fuck do we get it out of that bitch if your contact is dead?

Nute Gunray: My Lord! There is another contact with the Queen now. He is sympathetic to our cause and I believe he has the decode sequence we require.

Sidious: Then find that ship, Viceroy.

Nute Gunray: But, my Lord – It has entered hyper space, and we cannot track –

Sidious: Oh shut up, already. Transmit the ship’s last navigational vector and I will track it down myself.

Nute Gunray: At once, my Lord.

Darth Sidious turned from the transmitter and shook his head impatiently at his apprentice, Darth Maul. When the Viceroy had transmitted the vector information, Sidious shut down the transmission with disgust.

Sidious: What a fool. They are sitting right on top of the Cloning tanks and they don’t even know it.

Maul: Indeed. But why do we need the decode sequence? Why not just take the planet from the Federation and use the technology ourselves?

Sidious: The decode sequence is unnecessary, true I have already managed to acquire it. However, I don’t want anyone else to interrupt our plans. Take a ship and track down the Queen. Destroy her ship and everyone with her. Then we will decide how best to… Repay our allies for all of their hard work.

Maul: Yes, my Master.

Sidious: And we will decide how best to repay our adversaries, as well.