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There once was a night lasting for days a long time ago when Tatooine was blue and green. There once was a night lasting for days when thick clouds of smoke and mist filled the sky. There once was a night lasting for days before the two suns returned, and a loud roar shook the world.

The people stopped in their tracks and looked up to the skies. And the third sun shone bright. New and loud. White and burning. Burning hot and bright, casting the old suns into shadows. The third sun scorched the grasslands, boiled the rivers, boiled the seas, and behind only dustpans were left. Death ruled Tatooine.

And Death rules it still.

. . .
Nana Ariaaru was dying. Her breath was a dusk wind howling in sandstone crevices as her quiet broken voice sung tales she had brought into her exile in Mos Espa. To keep her company when her kin had chased her away for reasons Anakin knew not. And even now, the last days of her life, she repeated the ancient story, over and over, with feverish compulsion. Anakin, remember, she said.Her forehead burned when he touched her.Nana Ariaaru had always been there. Unchanging, unmoving. Free and imprisoned in this shack where bluegrass hung from the ceiling, and stone idols of krayt dragons warded the door against any danger. Hungry beasts would flee the moment they saw the idols. No scorpion with its long sting eager to kill would escape their eyes. Nor a spying master with his whip ready to strike.The old Tusken embodied Tatooine. The only one who truly belonged the way the slaves abducted from worlds glistening in the night sky did not. She knew all that was there to be known. She knew when the rain would come and when the plagues would hit the town. She knew which spring was safe to drink and which plants healed wounds.She knew that Anakin dreamt dreams of fire and thousands of men bearing the same face.Mom knelt at her side, a cup of blackleaf juice in her hands.“It’ll be over soon, Nana. Drink.”“No.” She turned her head away. Her eyes used to be yellow. Now, they were covered with milky white film.  Her sallow face covered with chapped scales used to scare him. Sometimes Anakin caught himself staring at her beaked mouth full of sharp teeth, wondering if she had ever tasted human flesh. Her stories never wasted water nor food. And a dead man sated craving as any other carcass. “Not yet. I must finish the story first.”“Nana, you’ve told it thousand times. Anakin can recite it all by heart already. Here, have some juice. It’ll make the pain go away. Please. Save your strength for-”“I’m not done yet!” Ariaaru wheezed. “Someone must remember. Someone must keep it. There will be no one left. Anakin…” She sobbed. “Anakin, where are you? ““I’m here, Nana.”She grabbed his hand. Her claws scratched on his skin as he leaned closer to hear her whisper.“Not just men. Women and children too. I hear you clear, witch child. Don’t do it, I beg you. Drink all water I have, but spare my blood. Little krayt, there will be no one left. No one to remember my name. Only you.”He looked at her, confused. Mom did not understand any better. Evening wind hit at the windows, knocking them open, bringing in sand and screams of the beasts lurking behind the whitewashed walls. Goosebumps crawled all over Anakin’s arms. He tried to shake Ariaaru off, but the more he struggled, the firmer her grip.“Let him go, Nana!”Reluctant, she complied. Her blind eyes bore into Anakin’s. She was terrified, he realized.“Don’t leave me. Not you too.”“We’ll stay, but you must stop scaring him.” Mom took Ariaaru’s hands into hers. “I know this is important to you. But he’s just a child. Whatever you’re afraid of, it’s not his burden to bear.”“He must remember.”“He does.”“Does he?” She blinked. “It’s so dark… So dark… Tell me, Anakin, what did the third sun bring?”“The third sun brought curse onto this land.”. . .
The third sun brought curse onto this land.  Fire-rain fell by day. By night, earth shone with stars. What water was left, turned into poison. All life was born twisted. Merciful was death.

One day the third sun fell from the sky.

It was no sun – it was an egg.

A mighty Krayt, who had lost her offspring to the plague, brought the egg to her empty nest.

She-who-rules-the-sands wove her body around the egg heavy with child.

And night fell on Tatooine.

And morning came.

And suns burned bright. The egg cracked and out the Child of Skies crawled, scales stark white and sharp, In the midst of the Great Waste it cried with hunger for the first time. She-who-rules-the-sands tore her chest open with her own teeth to let the Child latch on her own flesh. Stronger and stronger the Child grew with every gulp until the Mother withered to dust.

Starving and terrible, the Child set on its path.

It devoured ruins. It devoured towns. It devoured sickly flesh of the tainted. It devoured freefolk and slavers too.

The Child brought fire birthed by suns to cleanse the world of the curse so water can return.

. . .
They did not bury her body. Instead, the following morning they carried her carcass to the rehydration centre where they would take care of it the way she would have preferred. Instead of getting paid, the owner had the right of the first claim to water extracted.She was so light, to Anakin’s surprise. Alive, she had never looked frail. Or maybe he did not recognize the signs of the old age in Tuskens.Anakin did not cry. Neither did Mom. Watto gave them no time to mourn.There was only her story, the one told and re-told thousand times with urgency he never understood.One day he forgot.
. . .

But the five moons saw what the Child had done and they feared its light. And they sang the songs of dreams sweet to lull the Child into eternal sleep

The first song reached the Child’s ears and it roared in anger and reached to the skies. Its teeth sank into one of the moons. It turned red with its blood before it disappeared into darkness never to be seen again.

The four moons sang the second song of tears shed by Her-who-rules-the-sands the moment she had been eaten alive. And the Child roared in grief and reached to the skies. Its teeth sank into another moon. It turned blue with its blood before it disappeared into darkness where its brother was left to rot.

The three moons sang the last song. Of suns and shade. Of water fresh and wind cool. And the Child shed tears of longing and fell asleep. Where the tears landed, springs emerged from rocks.

The three moons wanted to avenge their brothers. And thus, they took the ribs of Her-who-rules-the-sands and pierced the sleeping Child in its belly, spilling its guts all over Tatooine.

The moons kneaded the bloodied flesh into the form of People. But it was the sun forge dwelling in the Child’s flesh that breathed life into the meat and mind into the brains. And it was the sun forge in the Child’s heart that kept the sleeping god alive.

Ever since each night the moons sing the song to escape the justice. They fear the Child’s rage. When it sighs in its dreams, they slip away. When it falls into deeper slumber, they return. But one day no song will be enough. The Child will rise and devour the moons.

It will melt the world to recast it in the forge burning in its heart. Temper it in its fire.

It will swallow the suns and a night will come.

A night lasting for days.

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It is safe to assume that hyperspace travel is the ultimate technology in the era of interstellar civilisation. Minute details have changed in the passage of time, but the basic characteristics of the technology remain essentially the same – utilization of gravity wells of star systems in order to create a wormhole net (see HYPERSPACE) which is accessible by defined points in space with hyperdrive generators.

The entrance points – space ports – are perhaps the largest energy consumers in the entire galaxy. Nevertheless, despite the cost their maintenance is of the utmost importance to any governing body in the Galaxy. All communication between star systems, the holonet or regular broadcast, is possible only through the special geometry of hyperspace. Hyperspace itself is stabilised by the spaceports anchoring the nodes deep into the spacetime, preventing them from disintegration.

Encyclopaedia Galactica

(…) The decade before the outbreak of the Clone wars had been already marred by the political strife in the Galactic senate. Although very few records have survived the Great Purge and the subsequent destruction of the hyperspace system, let it be known and remembered that it was the power struggle between the Mid Rim world of Naboo, the Galactic senate and the Trade Federation that cemented the conflict to erupt a few years later in full force.

Professor Essandra Alvari

Historia Mundi III

CHAPTER I: PARADISE TO BE LOST
STEAM rose from the oils infused bath. Padmé walked down the stairs towards the centre of the pool. Water licked first at her ankles. Her knees, her thighs, her belly. Up and up, until it reached her chin. Pebble tiles under her soles and her hair floating like seaweed.She closed her eyes and dived.When she was a little girl she used to pretend she could transform into a fish. Swim down the rivers until reaching the wide ocean. Visit the luminous sea-cities of Gungans, the ones rumoured to resemble jewellery made of giant frogspawn. Discover what mysteries the Elders had left in the lands sunken under water. Know all that was buried in the sea bed.Now, she was a queen, not a small child, and therefore such frivolities should have been left in the past, in the lake palace in Varykino. But here, in the blue green privacy of the pool, the little Padmé could coexist with Queen Amidala. After the whole day of wearing the white painted face of the royalty, Padmé was of the opinion she deserved this moment to keep to herself.She did not emerge back to the surface until her lungs started to hurt.The mosaic faces of The Five Graces gazed down from the dome ceiling; mirrors in their eyes, secretive smiles playing on their lips. Padmé smiled back.She was not alone in the bathhouse. Sabé kept in the corner, watching her with discretion and a blaster placed on her lap. Her guard always discarded the Handmaiden’s robe whenever she accompanied Padmé to the hot and humid air in the bathhouse and sat there in her underclothes, exposing her long sinewy limbs. How Panaka could think they looked even remotely similar was beyond Padmé’s comprehension.“Remember when I asked you to come to Theed with me?”“I thought you were joking.” Sabé leaned her back on the wall, her face unreadable as always. “I never expected you to ever get here. Let alone want me to follow you.”“No. I think I knew even before I stood for the election. I’d want you to stand by me. You’ve always given me the sense of ground under my feet. Whenever I wandered too far, you reminded me what I stood for. I was supposed to leave everyone behind when I was elected. I couldn’t take anything from home with me.”“So, you took me.”“Call me sentimental if you want to.”“Oh, I want. Believe me.” Sabé leaned forward, like a snake before striking, a predatory smirk curling her lips. “But I admit you timed your proposal well. Sunset, chirping birds, breezy scenery… You made it impossible for me to decline, damn my plans.”“Do you claim to be seduced into service?” Padmé swam to the edge of the pool, half lying back on the tiled wall. “Because I admit to no careful staging of my plea, nor any frantic pacing in the drawing room. And I definitely didn’t use your weakness for nilaani meringue to set a trap.”To her surprise, Sabé paused before giving an answer. Whatever she was about to hear would not be pleasant or sugar-coated as the meringues.“The only reason why I stay is you. I don’t feel I’m of any real use to anyone while being here. Days come and go and the only thing that changes is the colour of my garb. I’m not angry at you for feeling safer this way, but frankly, I’m bored out of my mind.”“You want to leave.” It sounded more accusatory than Padmé intended.“Maybe. Or maybe I’m mulling over something I should have decided once and be done with it a year ago.” She gave her a strained smile. “I’m not running away anytime soon, Padmé. I gave you my word. I’ll stay until the end of this term.”“It’ll be three more years.”“Enough time for you to grow into your crown. Panaka will give up his delusion of us looking even remotely similar. You’ll enter your second term. I’ll get back into the academy and join the Naboo sorry excuse of an army, effectively doubling its strength by my mere presence…”Padmé had to chuckle. “Of course.”“Of course. You don’t need me here.”That was not true at all, as far as Padmé was concerned. But she knew her friend well enough to understand arguments would be met with Sabé sticking to her decision by a sheer spite.The bath was scalding hot and the humid air suffocating.. . .Five days later.“From now, every single jump of a cargo ship will be taxed. Entering a star system, it must go through customs as well. Tariff rates are left to the decision of the star systems.” The senator’s ghostly blue face cracked into a gleeful smile. “The Trade Federation has used our spaceport to the brink of collapse. This law will put an end to it, your Majesty.”“We are happy to hear that, senator Palpatine,” the Queen replied. “Please, accept our gratitude. We will inform you about any decisions on our side.”“Without the home support, our party would have reached none of our goals. Your Majesty. Honourable Cabinet. Esteemed Comitium. May the Graces smile upon you.” The hologram nodded his head in a quick bow. “Palpatine out.” The ghostly image sizzled out. Silence settled in as the members of the Cabinet exchanged pensive glances. Not everyone was on the same page. It was time for Amidala to speak out.“The upkeep of the hyperdrive net has burdened the Mid Rim systems for too long. It is not just Naboo. It is Nakadiah. Takodana. NaJedha. I believe this change will allow every world to partake in trade on more equal terms.” Amidala looked around the members of the Cabinet, the electors of the Comitium. “This is great news for us all.”“That former policy never made sense in the first place, your Majesty,” governor Sio Bibble nodded in accord. “We have financed the upkeep while being used as a mere recharge station for the Trade Federation. It is good to see a pushback.”“I would wait with the celebrations, your Majesty,” said Aprahya Kavranjashri, the Minister of Commerce. “There is no reason to believe the Trade Federation would give up its privileges. Their response is going to impact us. Do not underestimate their presence in the Galactic senate. Their corporation is represented not only by their reserved senatorial seats, but by the other planets they tied to themselves as well. They will try to get the law repelled or prevent us from implementing any measures. We must prepare for the negotiations that are to follow. Otherwise, we can say goodbye to our banks.”“They surely do not possess such political power, if the results of the vote are to be believed,” the governor retorted. “Sure, we might be hit with a wave of inflation in the following months, but our economy is strong enough to recover from a temporary recession.”“Your Majesty, we need to secure some leverage.” Kavranjashri raised her voice. “A united front of Mid Rim systems is what we need in this situation.”“What about we see this as a business opportunity?” said the Minister of Industry, lord Qishareg. “Please, note I am not disputing the short-term drawbacks. However, it is quite likely to bring more contracts to our factories in the future.”“They have a near monopoly on shipping in our sector. Do you really think we are going to be offered fair prices?”“Well, lady Kavranjashri, are we getting fair prices – no – fair offers – now? We get to decide the tariff rates in our sector. That plays in our favour – ““I hope you realize, my lord, that we lack the bargaining power. Sure, we can offer them lower tariffs, but that will solve nothing. All the other systems can offer them the same thing, changing nothing about the status quo. What is the Federation going to gain from trading with us that they cannot get elsewhere? Will the profits from the transport taxation cover the decline in trade? Because the taxes on jumps are federal and we have no authority over those. Which means that any cargo ship will take as few jumps as possible. And if we rise the tariffs to compensate for the losses, are we prepared for the eventuality of the Federation ships taking a cheaper route to the Core?”“Compared to other parts the Mid Rim, we are by far one of the richest regions. It would make no sense for them to put an embargo on their most prospective trading partner in the vicinity,” governor Bibble said. “And even if it they did that, it is still important for us to take a firm stance against their exploitation of our resources. We cannot force any change for the common good, if we dread to risk any inconvenience.”“I agree with the governor.” Amidala’s voice echoed between the marble walls. “But I am not the one to decide this matter, esteemed Comitium. You know the facts. You have seen the data. I ask you to choose wisely our next course of action.”The queen sat back on her throne as the chamber erupted in an agitated debate.. . .Sabé woke up alone in her bedroom. It was a small chamber of red and black tapestries with large windows opening to the palace gardens. At first glance it was an obscenely rich space. It was a beautiful room without any doubt. And yet it bore a certain sense of monastic austerity. There was next to no furniture. Only a narrow bed, a wardrobe, and a dressing table.For two years, Sabé had slept in this room, except for the nights when she had to stand vigil next to her queen’s bed. It remained a stranger’s room, a handmaiden’s room. Like the cloaks the handmaidens wore, this chamber, this cell, hid the person inhabiting it so perfectly until only the pretty empty case was left.Rabé always used to say that they all had a role to play. In a sense, Amidala was an invention. A group project carefully arranged and rehearsed, every part of her a poetry. Amidala was an ideal. Amidala was frozen in time. Amidala was hope and joy and awe. And her handmaidens were to tend to that image like a gardener would to an orchard.She could not dally in the bed, she had to get ready. Today was a big day. Still in her night shift, she walked out of the bedroom. The bathroom, shared with the rest of the handmaidens of the small circle, was located at the end of the corridor. Once there, she was met with the slender form of Yané bent over the sink, washing her face.“Sabé?” She turned off the stream of hot water and smiled. “Good morning, sister.”They were of no blood relation. Sister was what the queen’s maidens addressed each other according to the court protocol. Yané came from the Veruna clan, an old aristocratic family stemming all the way back from Veritya, the third wife of Quilaan the Founder. Sabé herself, as far as she could trace back the family tree, belonged to the common folk from Keren city.Yané’s dark hair cascaded down to her waist; she did not have the time to braid it yet. Sabé caught herself in the mirror staring at the wild curls. It did not happen often to catch Yané without the usual veiled garb.“Who’s with Padmé?”“Eirtaé. I haven’t seen her this morning yet.” Yané wiped her face with the soft blue towel hanging beside the sink. She gave her a quick glance in the mirror. “Senator Palpatine is coming today with the Federation’s representative. Viceroy Gunray.”“Great.” Sabé turned the facet on. “The more the merrier. Bibble is going to attend the meeting too, isn’t he?”“Yes. He, lady Aprahya, members of the Comitium… You name it. Quite a fanfare for haggling with a monger, if you ask me.”“Padmé can’t stand the Viceroy.” The water felt cool against her skin chasing away the last remnants of sleep from her eyes. “But I’ve got no idea how she plans to herd the Comitium to where she wants them.”“Neither do I. The last time they debated it in the chamber, a brawl nearly broke out.”“Can you imagine the rest of the Republic watching that on the holonet?”“At least someone gets a giggle out of this.” Yané snorted. “Gods, this is going to be embarrassing either way. We push for something and then shit ourselves at the idea of consequences.”“But hey, we are the pinnacle of Mid Rim civilisations!” Sabé rolled her eyes, turning off the faucet. “I’d just feel better if they finally decided on something. Dad works in plasma export. Every other day he’s calling me, because this shitshow can cost him his job.”“Oh. What did you tell him?”“That with the tempo we’re at, his grandchildren will work in the same field before they settle on anything.”“Your optimism is astounding.”“It’s a talent.”Sabé had long since decided she would cherish this memory. Yané’s lazy posture with her back against the pebbled wall, the scent of soap lingering in the air, two girls mocking the adult world behind the door. Maybe they were a ragtag band of Padmé’s friends and peers, but the sense of camaraderie held them together.Even if it had never been enough to keep her in Theed forever.. . .The last stroke of a paint brush touched her left cheek before Eirtaé withdrew her hand. Padmé glanced at the chalk white face or blood red lips and beauty marks staring back at her in the mirror.“Wait, I still need to apply the kohl.”“As you wish.”“Thank you, your Majesty.” Padmé might be the ruling queen, but she knew better than to resist the tyranny of beauty Eirtaé wielded in her honour. “I suggest the turquoise robe with black gold accents. With a head dress maybe.”“The dress is two sizes too big. Panaka wants me to wear body armour and a helmet underneath again, doesn’t he.”“There are paranoid people and there are dead people, your Majesty.”“There are also people who wish not to be boiled alive in their own sweat.” She sighed, already resigning to another evening of discomfort. “It’s the middle of summer. Void take Panaka. No one is dumb enough to attack me in front of holorecorders.”“We can dial up the air conditioning.”“With poikilothermic Neimoidians visiting?”  She slumped in her seat. “Bring the damn dress. No one can say a thing against the Naboo hospitality.”“That’s the spirit, your Majesty.”“Eirtaé, I’m starting to suspect, you’re enjoying this too much.”“I assure you I’m weeping inside, your Majesty.”Soon, the royal boudoir was filled with the rest of the handmaidens.  Padmé longingly gazed at their bistre and brass silken robes. The fabric looked so light, draping around their forms with the slightest motion. She would bet it felt refreshingly cool against skin.“Don’t be so jealous, Padmé.” Sabé roared with laughter. “We’re wearing two layers. Can’t hide the blasters otherwise.”“Two? Is it supposed to impress me? I have to wear a year’s worth of silk production on top of the armour!”“Ah, I can’t hear you over the sound of a soft breeze blowing around my ankles.” Sabé sighed dreamily. “I might shiver with cold even.”“One day,” Padmé grumbled. “One day I’ll make you all follow Panaka’s decoy plan and we’ll see who’s going to laugh.”“Keep dreaming, your Majesty.” The handmaidens giggled. “Hope never dies.”Well, it would be amazing if her supposedly loyal aids were not a gaggle of annoying teenagers who liked to tease her just because she had the misfortune of being their direct superior. In theory.It was much better to focus on the childish bickering than face the fact that in three hours she was to host the Viceroy as her first official state visitor. She could swear her guts twisted with anxiety every time she thought about it. Even though her fear was irrational – she was the Queen of Naboo, not the Speaker of the Comitium, nor the Governor. Her hands were tied by the constitution, abstaining her from any responsibility. She was there to bring legitimacy to anything her government would decide. That was her role. That was what she had been preparing for her whole life.Three hours passed too quickly. With her palms sweating, she stepped into the throne room. The company present rose from their chairs, and her handmaidens surrounded her like shadows. She straightened her back, steeling herself. She was the Queen.She was Amidala.She walked to the throne with the deliberately slow tempo, passing by the standing officials. Let them marvel at her exquisite beauty. Eirtaé had done an astounding job. Let them see her masterpiece. The five handmaidens stood by her sides, two on each side, and Sabé guarding her back.The Federation’s representatives were seated on the opposite side of the throne room. She recognized Viceroy Gunray among his colleagues; his tall headdress was difficult to miss. They all bowed to her, as the protocol dictated. The hat did not fall off Gunray’s head by a miracle. “Welcome, Viceroy. Naboo is delighted to have you as her guest. Let our conference be fruitful to both sides.”“Pleasure is ours, your Majesty.”The negotiation started. To Amidala’s surprise, both opposing parties of her Cabinet presented a rather agreeable offer. She should give Bibble a medal for such a stunt. Forcing a lothcat to mate with a nexu would be an easier task.Low tariffs rimward and coreward, lady Kavranjashri announced. The Trade Federation did not need to worry about its lucrative merchandise.  Incoming goods would be subject to duties only in the trail-spin axis, in order to protect the planet’s local business.“What we consider a non-negotiable issue is the spaceport toll,” the Minister of Commerce said.  “We are open to setting the exact amount to be paid, though.”“That certainly sounds reasonable,” the Viceroy nodded. “But we have already decided what the best course for us both would be.” He paused for a second, giving them all what resembled a human smile. “Join the Trade Federation Associates Pact. We would sell our goods much cheaper on Naboo while also distributing your export throughout the other worlds subject to the Pact.” He rose from his chair. He walked to the front with a holoprojector in his hand.A three-dimensional map of the Galactic republic emerged from the small marble. The systems subject to the Pact glittered with vivid green. Everyone knew the reach the Trade Federation wielded. But it was the sight like this that convinced even the most optimistic individuals. The green dots crawled through the map like a cancerous growth.“Of course, this arrangement would be highly profitable to both parties,” Viceroy Gunray said with a touch of hauteur. “As you see, we have the exclusive trade rights in the green marked areas. Gan Moradir and the entirety of the Sumitra sector have already joined us. Imagine the riches it would bring, when you enter the Associates Pact.”“What would the Federation demand in exchange?” Governor Bibble’s voice would cut glass.“Oh, only a certain… level of receptivity to our suggestions when it comes to dealings in the Senate. I am sure it is a small price for the access to such a huge market.”The majority of the Comitium looked rather disturbed. Everyone knew what the offer meant in praxis. The Federation came to dictate. Negotiations were never meant to take place.“That is a matter of public vote, Viceroy,” lady Kavranjashri said. “Even if we agreed on your terms, we do not have the mandate to make such a major decision without the public consent.”“I am afraid time is not on your side.” Viceroy Gunray turned off the holoprojector. “We want this matter to be settled by the end of the week. If you are unable to decide by then, we are going to take legal actions against Naboo.”“That is preposterous, Viceroy!” Governor raised his voice. “You know too well your threats have no basis in the Galactic law. No interplanetary court is going to give you the right to demand for us to give up our representation in the Senate. Especially, when you want to exploit any loopholes to avoid paying taxes.”“You will find out that the situation is not as clear cut as you wish it to be.” Viceroy Gunray turned to Amidala. “Your Majesty, I doubt you wish your planet to be cut off from the interplanetary trade. Sign the treaty and we can forget about this unfortunate argument.”Amidala felt everyone’s eyes burn into her.Padmé caught herself standing up, trembling with anger. How dare they.“Viceroy Gunray, there is no way I am signing this mockery of a treaty. You forget you are not dealing with one of your subjugated colonies. Even if the Comitium had the mandate to vote on this, I would never lower myself or Naboo to give it even a modicum of legality.”“Queen Amidala, you have no idea who you deal with,” the Viceroy retorted coldly. “We can and we will make you see how beneficiary our offer is.”“Let me make this matter clear, Gunray.” Padmé dropped the pretence of courteousness as well. “Naboo will never become a part of your colonies. You are more than welcome to take this to the court. But you will find out that no monarch of Naboo will ever sign away our freedom.“Your welcome here has expired. Leave the planet immediately.”

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CORUSCANT – from Old Galactic COR, CORDIS (n), heart, and CANTUS (m), ring – a sector in the Core region of the galaxy OR the central star system of the sector OR Coruscant Secunda, the second planet of the system, the current seat of the Galactic Senate and the Jedi order.
Index Stellarum Inhabitatarum

The Jedi were an odd folk. Everywhere they went, they inspired hope, awe, and envy. Despite their best efforts, us ordinary people could never understand the world as it was seen through their eyes. The almost manic joy they talked about, whenever they emerged from the deepest trance, made one resent the fate that deprived them of ever experiencing the true reality unburdened by one’s bodily limitations.

Saido Anehi

Growing Up During Clone Wars

CHAPTER II: HERE AND NOW
 OBI-WAN Kenobi, a Padawan of the Jedi Order, the youngest of Master Yoda’s line, closed his eyes and exhaled.The cool hard floor pressed into his knees and shins. He was alone in his room. The rhythmic sounds of his breath. His fingertips touched the rough woven fabric of his robes. The deafening beat of his heart. He was alone in his room but not in the Temple. Breathe in, breathe out. At that very moment he was in the training hall with Quinlan. With Luminara in the Room of Thousand fountains. With Siri and Master Nu in the Archives. He was in the Creche listening to younglings’ laughter. He sat next to Master Yoda in his dark, swamp-like room. He watched Master Windu and Master Plo argue in the hangar. Breathe in, breathe out.There is no emotion, there is peace.
Breathe in.

Breathe out.
And peace there was. He left his body behind and wandered in the vast corridors of the ancient Temple. Light poured in through the windows. Shadows lurked in the corners. Obi-Wan was everywhere. He stretched himself further beyond the walls, beyond the outskirts of the Temple. He reached to the pulsating heartbeat of Coruscant, trillion souls swarming, hungry and sated, happy and grieving, raging and apathetic. The baroque cacophony filled his senses, so loud and bright he almost missed a dark deaf speck glimmering in the fringes of his consciousness.But the Force lead him elsewhere. He was a fish captured in a stream, in a wide river flowing down a hill, opening to a vast ocean.
Breathe in.

Breathe out.
Bright suns burning afterimages into his retina. Sun-like eyes staring into his. Pain.
Breathe in.

Breathe out.
Time carved wrinkles into his hands. He held a small japor snippet. It meant something dear to him, cutting deep into his heart. He cried.
Breathe in.

Breathe out.
A small child cast large shadows and then the night swallowed him. Obi-Wan opened his mouth to call him by his name, but the boy was not there anymore.A girl in black danced around a bonfire surrounded by mourners. Flames licked the night sky, as cries and songs and prayers burned in the pyre. Grief crashed into him like ocean waves hit rocks. His lips tingled with something wet and he stepped forwards.
Breathe in.

Breathe out.
The sound of tray hitting the floor tore Obi-Wan out of his trance.He blinked, confused, at his master who had just nested himself on the floor opposite to him. Two cups and a kettle full of steaming tea stood between them.“I did not sense you coming.” He straightened his back, trying to rein in his disturbed face. His heart pounded wildly against his ribcage, as if he run around the block instead of meditating in his small bedroom.“That’s good, since I was sneaking.” Qui-Gon smiled, the crow’s feet fanning around his eyes. “How far did you go?”“I think I reached the temporal stage before someone interrupted my meditation, jeopardizing my training as a Jedi.”“Such strong words from a mere Padawan.” Qui-Gon gestured towards the cups. “Would this humble offering soothe his agitated nerves?”“Depends on the brew.” He took a sip. “Hm. I do feel suddenly very placated. What is it?”“Alderaanian Grey, semi-fermented.” Qui-Gon brought his cup to his lips. “Master Yan sends his regards, by the way.”“Master Dooku? He’s in Coruscant?”“He has already left. He didn’t tell me he was supposed to visit the Senate. We met only this morning before his departure.”“Pity. I wish you’d introduce us one day.” The tea tasted of earth and smoke. “Sometimes I wonder whether Master Dooku isn’t a figment of your imagination, Master.”“That’s interesting. He said the same about you.”“At least you have been informed about how suspicious it is that we keep missing each other.”They settled into comfortable silence, savouring the tea. Minutes passed by lazily in the light grey haze, as Qui-Gon filled in their cups. There was something peculiar on his Master’s mind, Obi-Wan sensed, but he did not wish to share his thoughts yet.“I’ve glimpsed something when I meditated, Master.” He paused, waiting for his acknowledging grunt. “Some human youngling, a boy around ten years of age.”“From the Creche?” Qui-Gon laughed. “Look at you. I haven’t cut your braid yet and you’re already searching for Padawans in the Force.”“Who said I saw my Padawan?” Obi-Wan said. “Well, I have no idea I saw any Padawan. I didn’t notice our djenna. None I’d recognize, at least.”“Well, in that case there is no point in wondering about the boy’s identity. If you’re to meet him, one day you will.”“I know, Master.” Obi-Wan looked down at his hands holding the cup. “But there was… something about him. About the visions I had throughout the session.” He paused, unable to put into words the sense of heart-wrenching longing that followed him vision after vision. “It felt too personal. As if I knew him. Or the others I saw.”“That doesn’t change anything. When the time comes, you’ll meet them. Without the necessary context you can spend your life pondering on the images in the Force, missing the opportunities to truly experience them. Here and now, Padawan, and I mean it.”“I understand, Master,” Obi-Wan said. “But I can’t deny it rather startled me.”“I don’t expect anything else from you, Padawan.” Qui-Gon smiled gently. “You’re made for an adventurous life. I’d be more worried if your visions bored you.”“Great. I ought to let you know that may you live in interesting times is a Mirialan curse.”“A pessimistic folk, those Mirialans.” Qui-Gon moved to refill his cup, when he stopped. “Hmm. Seems we’ve run out of tea. Remind me to ask Yan to send more.”“I’m not surprised you’re be the sole Jedi who celebrates your Master leaving the Order. More tea suppliers for you.”“Of course. If you ever happen to leave, I expect you to send me the rarest tea you can get your hands on.”“You shouldn’t get your hopes up, Master. I fully intend to stay in the Order.”“And let your old master buy his own tea?”“That’s the price I’m willing to pay.”“Brat.” Qui-Gon reached into the folds of his robe, pulling out a small datapad. “Tea wasn’t the only thing Yan brought. Look at this.” The device lighted up as the Jedi turned it on, revealing a wall of small rune-like letters. “Do you recognize the script?”Obi-Wan was not a protocol droid, but he had earned several credits in the language classes. The script did not resemble any writing system he had come across. But there was some familiarity in the shapes. He was dead sure he had seen them somewhere. When he told Qui-Gon, the man grinned.“I’ll give you a clue. Kittât.”“Wait.” Obi-Wan frowned. “You mean Master Dooku gave you the access to some Sithic text? I thought all that material was to be restricted to the Council!”“Just because it’s in the alphabet that was used by the Sith, doesn’t mean this particular text was written by the Sith. They weren’t the only culture using Kittât system. And according to Yan, it doesn’t seem like it refers to any restricted practices.”“How can you be so sure?”Qui-Gon pressed the button in the lower corner of the datapad.“Because Yan transliterated the text.” The Kittât symbols were replaced by Auberesh, and the direction switched from up-down to left-right. And although the language was still unfamiliar, there were some words that caught Obi-Wan’s attention. Thuchuru. Thuheva.“Isn’t that in Old Jedha? One-entire and All-one?”“You noticed. No, the text itself isn’t in Old Jedha, but those two terms appear to be inherited from the language. If you ever talk Master Nu into showing you ancient Jedi texts, you’ll discover that we used to use those terms as well.” Qui-Gon turned his attention back to the datapad. “In most of our records both thuchuru and thuheva denote the state of one being in harmony. But in the older texts, thuheva was exclusively used to describe someone encompassing everything.”“And you think that the text is from the older period?”“Yes. Kittât fell out of general use long before the formation of the Jedi order. My theory is that what we have here is one of the first records of the prophecy of the Chosen One.”

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Forever blue the sky above

And suns burn bright

And my fields yield only blight

I eat hunger, day and night

Lingering here living of spite

Tatooine folk song

Anonymous

The annals speak about a long-lasting strife on the planet of Grizmallt that eventually resulted in a bloody revolution, almost costing the reigning Queen her throne and her life. A massive exodus followed soon afterwards, marking a tragic milestone of Grizmalltian history. One of the exiled was prince Kwilaan the Scout.

The commonly accepted story of his and his household’s journey unfortunately cannot be confirmed, since during the revolution most of the data storages were destroyed. Nevertheless, the tradition provides us a tale about his flight from his ancestral home, accompanied by his five wives and seven loyal knights.

Hasyarvayadi and Daryatari: The Origin of Naboo Cultural Identity

Fahradjad Veruna
 
CHAPTER III - ECHO AND PROGENY
A GIANT BLACK CLAD DROID stalked him throughout the blindingly white corridors. Anakin could not scream for help. He could only run, run, run. The droid never stopped. Never spoke. It followed him as if they were tethered with a chain. Every time he dared to hope he was finally safe, the strange wheezing sound echoed from behind the corner, and Anakin knew that if the droid found him, it would kill him like it killed the other children. He wanted to sob, to cry for his mom, for anyone, to help him. He snuck into a cabinet to let the dark protect him.How long he waited he did not know. When he emerged from the cabinet, sand swirled around his ankles. Merciless suns burned into his skin, and Nana Ariaaru knelt on her knees, a pile of bleached white bones and the vast desert surrounding her. She turned her scaly face to Anakin, her eyes yellow, her voice child-like. “There are too many of them. What are we going to do?” Before he could answer, a heavy gloved hand grabbed his shoulder, and his guts turned into ice.He opened his mouth in a silent scream.His little bedroom was shrouded in darkness. Thin sheen of sweat covered his skin and his throat felt scratchy.“It was just a dream,” he whispered to himself. He sat up, trembling a little.He blinked. A dark silhouette stood in the doorway. It did not disappear like the night terrors he used to have when he was a little kid.“Mom?”But it was not his mom, Anakin realized. The shadow was too tall, the shoulders too wide. He remembered his nightmare, and a freezing hot shiver run down his spine.“Mom?” he sobbed, but his voice was pathetically squeaky. “Mom? Someone’s here!”“Anakin.” The shadow spoke.“Go away!” He wheezed. “We don’t have anything! Don’t hurt Mom, please. Go away!”
“Anakin.”
With a buzzing sound, a bright blue light filled his bedroom. The first few seconds Anakin could not see anything, so blindingly bright it was. In awe, Anakin looked at the tall young man wielding the lightsabre.“Are you a Jedi? Will you save us?”The man smiled. It was a soft, sad smile.
“Soon.”
And Anakin was alone in his dark room again.. . .NABOO FUNDS COLLAPSEThe last month has been disastrous for Naboo, and its enterprises due to the boycott by the Trade Federation. The dispute over the shipping tariffs and goods taxation lead to the Federation’s decision to participate no longer in any business with Naboo and freeze their accounts. Consequently, the stocks of Naboo enterprises plummeted, and the experts estimate that unless their government takes a direct action, their export-based economy may collapse.  Senator Sheev Palpatine, the representative of the Naboo system, informs The Coruscant Journal that his planet faces difficult times, and warns that there might be mass layoffs and recession. “Such outcome of this situation might negatively impact surrounding sectors.”
According to our sources, workers in industrial towns have been protesting since the start of the crisis. Many voices call for the removal of the current Naboo government. Aprahya Kavranjashri, the Minister of Commerce, dismisses the workers’ rallies as a provocation and intimidation tactic from the Trade Federation.
. . .The Chancellor’s office was empty bar the man in question. His black silhouette contrasted against the bright Coruscanti skyline. Finis Valorum stood at the broad window, his back facing the two Jedi. The door closed with a clacking sound and Master Qui-Gon stepped forwards.“Chancellor.”“Master Jinn. Padawan. Take your seats, please.”When the Chancellor turned to them, he pursed his lips, as if the mere notion of dealing with the issue on their hands was thoroughly unappealing to him, Obi-Wan mused.“Thank you for coming. I presume you are familiar with the new Commercial Hyperdrive Tax Bill.” Valorum settled into his armchair. “We expected problems. The mere suggestion was enough to cause an uproar in the Senate.”“The Trade Federation?” Qui-Gon said.“Who else? They are in control of half of the systems beyond the Colonies. Of course, they were behind the protests. But it was necessary. They bled the Mid and Outer rim dry.” He paused. “Naboo system is not the only one that is currently being extorted by the Federation. But it is the one powering the Chommel sector hyperdrive lanes.”“You want us to mediate.”“That would be preferable, Master Jedi. But I am under no illusion that the Federation would be open to any negotiation, especially since they are technically not doing anything illegal. As far as we know.” The Chancellor paused again, this time with a nervous tick in his face. “To be honest, the Senate has not been informed about your mission. For obvious reasons.”“I understand.”“Good. Officially, you are to mediate between the Naboo government and the Federation. Unofficially, you will gather evidence.”. . .Nute Gunray spent most of his days in his windowless office. He had made enough enemies he had long since given up the luxury of aesthetics. It was a small price to pay for his survival. Some enterprising bounty hunter would surely try to earn their coin with a bullet shot through a window.According to the last stock market reports, his move against Naboo paid off as predicted – and promised. But it was not fast enough. Not humiliating enough.After all, the Trade Federation dealt with many goods. Food and fuel. Ships and computers and medical equipment. Information. Connections. Respect.On remote planets, the Federation’s outposts were often the sole reminders of civilisation and order. The Galactic republic prided itself of its accomplishments, but in hubris it forgot the necessary contributions of the Federation. Where their fancy diplomats failed, embargo quickly convinced the savages to kindly reconsider.Sometimes, bartering away their worlds’ riches was the only path to survival, and the Federation’s bank accounts grew.No one refused magnanimous offers of the Trade Federation. It was a matter of prestige.“Deep in your thoughts, Viceroy?” A smooth voice echoed in the room. Gunray jumped in his seat at the sight of a red-and-black Zabrak swallowed in heavy robes.“Where…? Who…?” Gunray yelped. “Guards!”“They’ve let me in,” the Zabrak said. He walked slowly towards the desk, like a nexu on a hunt. “There’s no need to panic. You ought to listen, since I come with a great offer.” The stranger leaned on the desk, lazily. “I know my patron has already contacted you.”The Viceroy stared at the intruder in shock, his hand hovering above the panic button under the desk. The uninvited guest knew about the message he had received shortly after the Naboo embargo. The Viceroy swallowed, nervously. This was a thin ice he was treading on. One misstep and his enterprise could shatter like a glasshouse. He withdrew his hand, straightening his back.“Contacted, yes. But your patron was not exactly clear what the offer was about, Mr…?” The mysterious entity behind the short message intrigued the Viceroy, but he was not a naïve tadpole to believe every glamorous tale.The Zabrak smiled.“Maul. My patron is a member of a powerful senatorial clique. As a man of public interest yourself, you understand the need for privacy.”“Yes, that’s true. But they offered me no way to make sure they are what they claim to be.”“I guess that is the risk you need to take.” Maul’s yellow eyes bore into his. “Though, my patron didn’t send me with empty promises, Viceroy. You will see he is very… generous to causes he believes.”As he said that, the Zabrak pulled out from the many folds of his robes a small box.“We know what you offered to Naboo. We agree that the world is in a dire need of your intervention. But in order to do that you need a leverage.”He opened the box. Inside were two data chips.“Embargos can be worked around. A complete blockade… Well, that’s a whole different situation, isn’t it?” Maul barred his teeth in a smile. “Those chips contain the security codes to the Naboo hyperspace port. I’m sure your Federation can come up with creative applications… Legal, of course.”“Of course.” Gunray reached for the box. Who would have thought that a key to a whole planet would fit into such a small container? “I will verify the authenticity with my technicians. Meanwhile, you’re welcome to stay.”Maul nodded. “My patron will contact you directly.”“Good. Good.” Gunray hummed absentmindedly. He promised Amidala her world would join the Associates Pact.The Trade Federation always delivered.Legally, of course.. . .“I am Kwilaan once again, the wanderer said. And this land given to us shall be our new home. Lost among the stars we were, mere moments from committing a terrible crime against the flesh of our kin. Gods blessed us with the new hope. And thus, Hope shall be this paradise! A-Nabuah I call thee for ages to come, my home, my hope, my grave and grave of my kin!”The Queen recited from the ancient book, and her voice echoed in the cavern-temple. Naboo did not worship their gods in man-made edifices. They found divinity in the caves carved by elements throughout eras. They did not bow before sculptures. Instead, stalagmites adorned with symbols of their gods represented their likeness. The Five graces who give life its meaning. The faceless Three, who were, who are and who will be. The Twins, who are enemies and lovers.  The One, a narrow stream flowing snakelike between the rocks into a well in the centre of the cave.Red and gold sunset reflected in the surface of the well, as the ceiling of the cavern opened in the highest point. At nights, the well mirrored the night sky, the moons, the stars. When it rained, the well turned grey as in grief.She looked at her people. Their faces were mirrors as well. She knew their worries. She knew they feared for their livelihoods. She knew they blamed her, at least partially, for their uncertain future. Bahavat, the Day of Landing, should be a day of laughter and little cakes shaped like shaaks filled with date syrup. Her people should celebrate and dance with their loved ones, careless for at least one night, like their forebears had done when they had found their new home after months of dread and hunger.A-Nabuah, she wanted to say. Keep hoping, my people. But she did not say that. She kept to the ancient rite, kneeling at feet of the well to drink from the Void. Her hair fell down her face like curtains. Her lips touched the cold water, and she closed her eyes, letting the water fill her mouth. The Void they called the well. Only the child-Queen could drink from it.When she sat up, her back straight as an arrow, she met with the sight of two of her handmaidens standing at the entrance.Her loyal shadows stood there until the end of the service. As the worshippers left the cavern, the handmaidens slipped through the crowd to reach her. Yané and Rabé took their places to her sides.“Your highness,” Yané whispered.“The Chancellor has answered,” Rabé said. “Bibble sent us to let you know.”The Queen exhaled with relief. “That’s wonderful. I was afraid he would ignore the message.”The three girls hurled out of the cave, with far less gravitas than the occasion and the place demanded. Neither paid any mind to the fact that they had spectators. Amidala gathered her long flowing skirts to run across the lawn towards the palace.The evening air was sweet and smelled of nilaani flowers. They were always in bloom at the time of Bahavat.The air-raid sirens started to howl.

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Hyamar, da-saravat junyihe a im-ari

En anna avami y en gutja jihai

Dujayam im-tannyam lappahe

Y rahuat ashvayam im-garyam lappahe

Shirat im-ariakama junyihe a aman

Abhat ardhan junyihe a aman

Oh Graces, bestow your boons upon my days

For I am but one and wild is the land

Let my home be safe

And my hearth ever warm

Give me the strength to guard my daily peace

Give me the wisdom to make it last

Bahavat Prayer; transcribed and translated from Grizmallit

Hasyarvayadi and Daryatari: The Origin of Naboo Cultural Identity

Fahradjad Veruna

CHAPTER IV - BAHAVAT
THE HOWLING of sirens was deafening. And yet, the sky was clear. Blue and pink with the sunrise.Yané and Rabé did not wait. Like a well-oiled machine they both grabbed Padmé under her arms and jogged together towards the palace. The rest of the worshipers was shepherded by the civil security out of the shrine. Padmé glanced back at the crowd; their panic was palpable. It was her fault, she knew.The air-ride shelter was located on the palace grounds under the summerhouse. The gate was already open wide when they arrived – a courtesy of the automatic crisis protocol.“Quick!” Rabé pushed her down the damp dark stairs. Padmé stumbled down before she managed to grab at the banisters to stop herself from falling.“Try not to assassinate the monarch by accident, you moron!” Yané turned on the lights. “Are you alright?”“Yes.” Padmé was already running down the stairs. “What is going on?”“No idea. We were sent to let you know about the Jedi coming.”Both handmaidens followed their Queen to the inner rooms of the shelter. They settled in the communication room. There were two pallets, a cupboard with provisions. On the opposite side there was a control panel with a holocom. Padmé logged into the system. There was a minute old message from Panaka.“We’re supposed to stay here until they establish the threat level.” She read further. Her eyes widened as she realized the implications of what happened. “The Federation took over the spaceport.”“What?” Both girls gathered behind her to read over her shoulder. “That breaks so many laws!” Rabé gasped. “What in the Void are they trying to accomplish? Conquer Naboo?”“That makes no sense. We’re all under Republic…” Padmé folded her arms, feeling suddenly so cold.“Yeah, because that slimeball is so concerned about the Republic laws.” Yané growled. “Fuck!”Padmé turned to them. The horrible sense of guilt writhed in her stomach, but she could not let that show. She had sworn she would lead her people through peace and strife. No one needed to see her panic, to see her cry with guilt and fear, because she provoked the incident.“It’s going to be alright,” she said with the utmost certainty. “The Jedi are going to be here soon. We have the Senate’s backing. Gunray won’t be stupid enough to go against the Chancellor.”The stayed there for five hours before they were given a permit to leave the shelter. Sabé arrived to accompany them to the palace.Loud noise of engines firing up filled their ears. Padmé turned to the Royal Hangar, only to watch three starfighters soar.. . .Erjan Karana, the lieutenant of the 3rd Patrol Flotilla of Naboo Security Forces, steered his starfighter upwards. His white-knuckled fingers gripped the yoke drawing it closer to his chest. The accessory engines screeched; blue-hot tails of flame jerked the ship forwards violently. The rest of the squadron followed his lead out of the Royal Hangar.
Up.
They tore through the icy clouds, through the heat shock in the upper layers of the atmosphere. Behind the faint glow of ionized gas Erjan saw the countless stars scattered all over the vast black void. Naboo, with its chaos, was left far behind.According to the command, an ‘unidentified ship’ emerged from the hyperspace at the space port three hours ago.(“Void take the Federation,” said Captain Panaka. “Go check what they sent us. Don’t attack. Don’t give them any excuse. Just establish contact and come back. The Queen relies on you.”)“Sunwards, squad. Spread out.”
“Scout One. Roger.”
“Scout Two. Roger.”Turning on the ion thrusters, Lt. Karana set towards the spaceport site. He could not shake off the dreadful feeling in his guts; there had been no communication with the port’s crew other than the initial announcement.Afterwards – a complete silence.“R2, scan the perimeter.”Spaceports were notorious for their mass fluctuation. Afterall, they were supposed to tear holes in the spacetime itself. They could not be placed too close to planets or moons – the historic instance of a gravitational slingshot ejecting a planetoid straight towards the previously lush Mustafar warned against such a horrifying miscalculation.Naboo spaceport followed the same orbit as the planet itself – only a quarter a cycle away.For hours, none of the scouts saw anything. Only dead rocks and the white-hot sun, the stars in the distance, their home behind.
“Scout Three. I’m approaching the port sunwards.”
“Roger. Keep our eyes on the coronal emission, Scout One. Don’t get your sensors fried.”
“Seems safe. I think we got something… Oh fuck.”
“One? Elaborate!” Lt. Karana cranked up the speed, aiming straight to the port.And then he saw it.
“RETREAT!”

. . .
“They brought a fleet. Of Lucrehulk-class freighters, Your Majesty.”Sabé sat by her lady; the yellow hood of a handmaiden curtained her eyes. She watched her brother stand tall and lonely before the Comitium. He had yet to change from his pilot uniform; his long hair was unbraided, his beard unshaven.It was evening. Everyone was tired-“Is the ship class significant, lieutenant?” asked the Queen.Amidala’s robe of red and gold swallowed her petite figure, white make-up hid her pallid face. Sabé was not sure anyone else noticed the twitch in Padmé’s hands. No matter how much she tried to appear calm, the tell-tale signs of dread were there.(Naboo was not Mandalore, and the occasional skirmishes between the Naboo people and Gungans were rather underwhelming.)“Your Majesty, those ships are usually used for cargo transfers. Each is the size of a city. And these in particular have been modified with battleship-type engines and weapons. Essentially, we’re dealing with a fleet of motherships in our orbit in a few hours.” Erjan looked so worn out, sweaty. “We’ve got no readings on what they carry – for such fleet, there wasn’t nearly enough life-forms.”Padmé drew a deep breath, steeling herself. “What would you recommend, Captain Panaka?”“Negotiate. Keep them busy until the Jedi arrive.”“We sure cannot suffer such indignity!” spoke one of the Comitium members. “Naboo has security forces for a reason!”“I’m afraid our fleet isn’t large enough to protect our planet,” Panaka said with a hint of disapproval. “It was meant to be used for skirmishes in space, protecting travellers. By no means it is fit to fight siege battles.”“But we must take a stance!”The Comitium did what it did best: it burst into another quarrel.Sabé did not listen anymore. Instead, she focused on her brother. He did not realize she was there. The handmaiden’s cowl erased everything about Sabé Karana.She wanted to shout: What did you see?“I agree with the sentiment, esteemed councillors, but attacking those ships would just sacrifice our pilots’ lives for naught,” said Sio Bibble. “Your Majesty. Please. The final word is yours, but I beg you to tread cautiously.”The throne hall fell silent. All eyes turned to the Queen who stiffened in her seat. Sabé had to admire the way Padmé steeled herself.One word, and her brother’s life would be put into jeopardy. One word, and everything that meant Naboo would end.Amidala nodded. “The Republic seems to be the only hope for us. The Jedi are already on their way. Chancelor confirmed that. Governor, make sure the public is safe. Release the order to shelter.” She rose in her seat“I believe it is the time we should greet our guests.”. . .Padawan Kenobi opened his eyes.He had a bad feeling about this.They had left Coruscant via the old Corellian Run, cutting through Colonies, Inner Rim, and the Expansion Region in mere ten standard days. Reaching the inner edges of the Mid Rim, they had to leave the fast-paced nodes behind. Now, each jump between star systems with a spaceport outside a hyperlane took at least a day and half.There were five ports between Druckenwell, their last stop on the Corellian Run, and Naboo. The last hyperspace jump between the nodes took a toll on their ship. The young pilot – Shawr Latey – manoeuvred the cruiser through the psychedelic geometry of the hyperspace with an admirable effort. But when the time to emerge out of the hyperspace – they were stuck.“What is going on?” Qui-Gon demanded.“It seems like… The spaceport is cut off. But it makes no sense.” Latey frowned. His fingers run across the navicomputer, pushing buttons. “I’m trying to jump to Naboo node, but it doesn’t connect!”“Maybe someone else is using it right now?” Qui-Gon mused.“In the middle of blockade, Master?”“It’s a trade embargo, not a planet jail, Obi-Wan.” He chuckled softly. “Perhaps it’s our friends from the Federation who’s using it this very moment.”“That’s not exactly putting me at ease, Master.”“I wasn’t trying to do that. Can we use our hyperdrive generator, Latey?”“Yes, sir, but I must warn you there is a non-zero chance of it… ending poorly.”“Define poorly.”“Subatomic particle disintegration level of poorly, Sir.”“Hmm…” Qui-Gon stroked his beard. “The other closest node is in Chommel minor. How long would it take from there to Naboo with our particles intact?”“Roughly half a year, Sir,” Latey replied, wincing. “On the other hand, I guess… This ship is small and light. It shouldn’t put much strain on the generator…”“Subatomic particles are overrated anyway,” Qui-Gon mumbled. The old Jedi closed his eyes in order to listen to the Force. Obi-Wan held his breath.“Jump. NOW.”

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BIOTIC FORCE PHENOMENON is described by environmental scientists as the naturally elevated levels of midi-chlorians (see MIDI-CHLORIANS) on planets abundant with life. While midi-chlorians are to be found on all planets with a history of biosphere, planets that did not undergo vast extinction events or planets with extreme biodiversity carry larger populations of midi-chlorians in their ecosystems. High levels of midi-chlorians are found in water and soil as well as in most of the organisms inhabiting those worlds. Nevertheless, there is no observed association between one’s birth on a such planet and their sensitivity to the Force.

Encyclopaedia Galactica

NABOO from Grizmallit A-NA, new, BUAH, hope (f) – a star system in Chommell sector OR Naboo Tertia, the third planet of the system OR the planet’s human inhabitants of Grizmallit heritage.

Index Stellarum Inhabitatarum

Chapter V - Anabasis
NO SOUND echoed in the void of space when the Republic cruiser appeared at Septima, the seventh planet orbiting the Naboo star. From the distance, the sun appeared as a mere yellow dot, almost unrecognizable from myriads of different stars shimmering in the black. Septima, a gas giant whose winds tore violently through teal and vermillion clouds, loomed from behind windows, as the ship passed.Obi-Wan turned to his companions sharing the cabin. Latey looked like he was seconds away from puking. Unlike the poor young pilot, Master Qui-Gon rather resembled a well-fed tooka who just discovered a secret stash of dainties.“It worked,” Latey rasped. “We’re alive.”“Yes, it seems like that’s the case,” Qui-Gon said. “All systems work, I hope?”The question snapped Latey out of the shock, as he rushed to check the navicomp for emergency reports. “Um, yes. Yes, they work. Even though that’s a miracle on its own.” Latey drew a deep breath. “Sir, with all due respect, we’ll get back via the spaceport. This was too risky.”“Of course,” Qui-Gon nodded, and Obi-Wan did not imagine the hint of disappointment in his voice. “Now, how long will it take to get to our destination?”“Two days, at least. But five are more likely.” At Qui-Gon’s frown, Latey bristled up. “We’re lucky that we’ve ended up on the same side of the sun! I’ll try to use gravity assists as much as possible, but it’s impossible to crank up the speed over one tenth of lightspeed!” He was shaking. Qui-Gon’s nonchalance in the face of adversity had that effect on people. “Look,” he pointed at the navicomp. “Right now, we’re roughly two lighthours away from Naboo. Given that we’re not massless rays of photons, we can’t get there in that time. Hence the speed limit, which means what, roughly a day? We also don’t want to get pierced through with every single possible piece of garbage floating around. We’ll need to screen our path in stages, including manoeuvring between bodies of mass. Which will take time as well-” He stopped to take another breath. “I mean, I know we’re in a hurry, but there is no point in getting killed on our way there.”“I wasn’t about to protest,” Qui-Gon laughed and Obi-Wan had to sympathise with Latey’s indignation. “You’re the pilot, you decide.”“Oh… Um… I’m sorry, sir.” Latey’s cheeks burned red. “Uh… I’ll get back to work.” The young man hunched at the navicomp’s control panel the same way a youngling would do to appear as small as possible.Obi-Wan left the bridge to catch some sleep in the cabin in the back of the ship.The dark room welcomed him with a hiss of the sliding door, a row of bunk beds half hidden in shadows. He saw Captain Madakor’s silhouette sit up on one of the upper beds.“Kenobi?” She mumbled, drowsy. “I felt the jump. Are we there yet?”“No, ma’am. We had to take a different route,” Obi-Wan whispered. “Master Jinn will be happy to explain.”“What?” She yawned, but her voice lost the sleepy haze. “I swear if he talked Latey into another nonsense…”“We’re safe. The journey will just take a few more days.”Obi-Wan closed the door. He walked to his bed, dropping off his cloak on the nightstand nearby.Later, when he was lying with his eyes closed and listening to the ubiquitous hum of the ship, to Madakor’s soft snoring, to the distant voices of his Master and Latey, he found his thoughts wandering back to the Chancellor. Ever since they stepped in, Obi-Wan could not shake off the feeling of being watched. No matter how many times Qui-Gon demanded him to focus on here and now, Obi-Wan’s mind turned back to that dreadful anticipation of something he could not name, could not see, could not hear. It lurked from behind, from the shadows in the ship’s cabin, in the lack of information on the mission.He had skimmed through articles on the Naboo crisis and found no satisfying explanation for the blockade. If the Trade Federation wanted to use it as a leverage to repeal the Commercial Hyperdrive Tax Bill, they surely would have made sure it would have been blasted all over the Holonet. They would have chosen a Core world. But instead they chose an unimportant, isolationist world in the outskirts of Mid Rim.Perhaps, it was supposed to be a threat to larger systems. Resist us, and we shall destroy your livelihood as we have done to Naboo. It was an age-old colonialist modus operandi. Power resigned where the belief did; nothing cemented that more than fear.But it was not publicised enough. The economic collapse, sure. He had seen the plummeting stocks of Naboo’s enterprises. Yet the blockade itself barely earned any mention. Obi-Wan had no idea the Naboo spaceport was unavailable, despite him always researching meticulously the prospects of their missions.He checked his pad. No access to the Holonet.The bad feeling haunted him well into his sleep.The next cycle, when they were all gathered at the ship’s bridge, Obi-Wan shared his misgivings with Qui-Gon.“We’ll see once we get there, padawan. Focus on the task right ahead. Breakfast.”Obi-Wan shot a glare at Qui-Gon before he turned back to his meal.The re-rout took only three cycles to everyone’s delight.Latey shouted with excitement as he manoeuvred the ship close enough to Naboo for them to see the star-like specks of lighting at the nightside of the planet. In the further distance, the planet’s three moons shone bright against the black. A half circle around the planet revealed deep blue-green oceans veiled with massive banks of clouds, the vast mountain ranges and plains covered with endless jungles.They were not alone.The Federation’s fleet of freighters orbited Naboo like vultures waiting to feast on a carcass.“I’m transmitting the diplomatic codes,” said captain Madakor. “Let’s get closer to the command vessel, Latey.”“Yes, ma’am.”Obi-Wan watched with growing bewilderment one warship after another appear on the navicomp’s sensors. He did not need to look at Qui-Gon’s face to know how grave their situation was. The ice was thin, and cracks already sprawled all over the lake.They approached the command ship in silence. The colossus of steel and silicate. The Lucrehulk-class freighter eclipsed the sun as they closed the distance with each passing second.The bridge drowned in shadows.CONTACT ESTABLISHED, the navicomp announced with glowing letters.Obi-Wan froze.
No.
Everything felt wrong.“GET OUT!” Qui-Gon roared. But he was too late. The missiles were already shot.Obi-Wan could only brace himself when everything turned burning white and loud.. . .The negotiating team informed the esteemed members of the Comitium of Trade Federation’s demands of Naboo’s immediate capitulation and the ratification of the Associate Treaty. Encouraged by the news that the Republic’s help was on the way, the Queen and the Comitium refused.A few days later, there had been reports of shuttles landing from various settlements. The head of Security Forces urged the Comitium to release a mobilisation order.“Droids. The entire fleet was full of droids.” Captain Panaka gulped down a glass of brandy. “Your Majesty, I believe this is the time we must consider your safety. You know the plan.”The evening haze tinted the Queen’s solar into the shades of dusty blue. Queen Amidala sat motionless in a carved laroon wood armchair, with her small hands folded in her lap. Her handmaidens stood guard at the entrance and the windows.“What difference does it make if it’s I or Sabé who gets hurt?” The voice belonged not to the Queen, but to Padmé.  “I’m the one who got our home to this point. It’s my fault. I must face Gunray alone.”“Your Majesty, you didn’t do anything the Comitium didn’t agree with.” Panaka bent his knee, lowering himself to her eye level. “I beg you. As long as you’re alive, you’re the head of our people. Not Gunray. No matter what he throws at us. You were chosen to lead us and speak for us. If they silence you, they silence Naboo.”“Even then,” muttered Padmé. “I won’t allow Sabé to suffer for my mistakes.”“With all respect, Padmé, you can’t decide that for me,” Sabé spoke up from her place at the door. “Captain, I’m in.”Finally, that seemed to snap Padmé from her sombreness. “No. Sabé, I can’t let you wear a target on your back in my stead.”“Why not? It’s not like I’m safe while acting as your bodyguard, am I?” Sabé retorted. For all fondness Panaka held for the girl, sometimes, she struck with unnecessary venom. “If it makes you feel any better, let’s call this a coup and make me a real Queen.”“Sabé, shut up,” Rabé said. “But seriously, Padmé, she’s right. We share the danger anyway. But we’re at least trained for it, unlike you.”“I don’t think this is a good idea. Not in the sense of being responsible for the whole mess. You’ve got an overblown sense of guilt, Padmé. But I doubt we’d be able to protect you when we’d need to protect the decoy.”“Look like protecting the decoy,” Sabé said. “If I manage to be difficult enough, the focus will shift to me. Keep in mind the Federation needs to get the Monarch to sign the treaty. In the worst-case scenario, you’ll leave me behind like a lizard tail and run. I can’t sign anything anyway, since I don’t hold the mandate.”“What if they kill you?” Padmé rose to her feet. “You’ve got no idea what you’re heading into!”“Neither do you.” Sabé folded her arms on her chest, her chin up. “What if you die? What good will that bring to Naboo, hm?”They glared at each other. And then, Padmé hid her face in her hands, trembling. “Alright,” she mumbled. “Alright. But swear to me you won’t do anything stupid.”“I promise.”. . .Obi-Wan opened his eyes. His temples were throbbing with pain. For the first few seconds the world was silent. Then, a high-pitched buzz filled his ears, then crackling of flames and echoes of his surroundings in a nauseating orchestra. He could not see anything through the smoke. A thin trickle of blood flowed from his ears down to his jaw. He needed to puke. He needed to get out. He needed to –He blinked. Move. His bones ached with the shock of the impact. His lungs choked full of smoke.  A part of the ship’s wreckage – perhaps the inner shell – trapped him underneath. He gathered all what was left of his strength, what Force he could reach to, to push it away.He thought his eyes would burst with pain.Focus. Here and now. The agony could be dealt with later. He needed to survive.The Force felt dull with his dazed senses. Half blind and unwieldy. He pushed against the debris, lifting it only partially. “Master…” he choked out. “Master…”“Obi-Wan!”He was not alone. Good. He strained his muscles, pushing with his arms and legs. The metal plating screeched as it was moved upwards. Everything hurt. And then, finally, he was free.“Obi-Wan!” His Master’s voice was closer. Someone moaned with pain. A hand grabbed Obi-Wan by his wrist and pulled hard. That was enough to get him out of the wreckage. Obi-Wan stumbled down face first on a patch of dark green fern. A coughing fit seized him, as his lungs expunged the poisonous fumes. Between the coughs he managed to turn back to see the ship in flames.If it were not for them tapping into the Force, overdrawing the physical limits, no one could ever survive that landfall. And yet he could watch Qui-Gon dragging himself from the ruins, coughing, leaning on someone two heads taller. He tried to get up to his feet, but the nausea overwhelmed him. Not a second later, he vomited all over the ferns.“There are two others…” Qui-Gon wheezed. “Please. Quickly.”Their mysterious saviour nodded frantically before disappearing in the flames for a moment. Both Jedi observed the scene with dread. It was only a question of minutes before the fuel tank shield would crack in the heat, and the explosion would kill everyone instantly.Their saviour emerged with unconscious Madakor. Latey was lost to the flames. Shaking, Obi-Wan clawed back to his feet. “We need to move,” Qui-Gon ordered.In the haze of concussion, Obi-Wan did not recognize the species of their saviour. He doubted he had ever met anyone resembling them. When they dragged them far enough from the wreck, and the ship exploded, Obi-Wan broke down in another fit of vomit.“Thank you,” Qui-Gon said. “You didn’t need to help us, yet you did.”“Meesa glad someone well,” they replied. “Yousa Naboo? Mekanicks ‘re wid yousa?”“Naboo? No. We’re Jedi from Coruscant. Who’re you?”“Meesa Jar-Jar. A Gungan. Deesa our home.”

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Hear, Naboo, the tale of woe

When Kwilaan’s kin bled crimson blood

The veil of night their murder’s shroud

The raven-haired sons of Kwilaan!

(…)

Towards seas black Kwilaan fled

With his five queens of noble birth

His seven knights of solemn oath

Leaving fair Grizmallt to memory

Anjhatai Kwilaani Ban – Epic of Kwilaan

Translated from Grizmalliit by Arjun Palpatine

CHAPTER VI - HISTORIC RHYMES

THE DUSK tinted the forest with gold-red tones and countless of blue-feathered birds took off the branches screeching when the ceramic shielding finally gave up to the flames, and the fuel tank exploded.The stench of the burning fuel filled Obi-Wan’s nostrils, choking him. Ringing in his ears persisted. The world around was still engulfed in vertigo.The castaway trio treaded behind the Gungan through thorny bushes and ferns. Jar-Jar offered them a safe place to spend the night. Obi-Wan supported Madakor through their march uphill; while the Jedi suffered only a medium concussion, perforated eardrums, and bruises, the heavy impact dislocated the Captain’s shoulder, and judging by her painful limp and the large haematoma on her left thigh, her femur was partially fractured as well.They were lucky they survived.He had to ground himself. To focus on his feet, on the firmness of the soil underneath. Not to think about his aching body. About the fire. About Madakor’s pain. Not to think about the last seconds of Latey’s life. Let it go. There was nothing he could have done to prevent the disaster. His fingers brushed against the cool metal of his lightsabre.He opened his eyes. The rainforest drowned in shadows. A layer of sweat clung to his skin. The air was hot and humid still. The duff phosphoresced around the fallen tree trunks. Numerous insects crawled on the floor, on the trees. He glanced up. Through the forest canopy he saw the first stars. Vesperal birds chirped loudly, each tone a knife to Obi-Wan’s temples.Naboo brimmed with the Living Force. Obi-Wan was sure had their circumstances not been so dire, his Master would run around to admire each creature they passed by.“Yousa need to go quick,” Jar-Jar said. “Night brings beasts and deesa hungry!”He had been on a hunt, he explained, when he had seen something burning fall off the sky. Curiosity had brought him to the shipwreck.“Mesa thunk yousa mekanicks. Dees days dey around.”“How long?”“Past moon or so.” The Gungan shrugged. “Yousa wid dem?”“No.” Qui-Gon stopped for a moment, gripping his side, wincing. “They belong to the Trade Federation. They’re the ones who shot us down.”They arrived at a thicket on the top of the hill. A closer inspection revealed a treehouse built in the branches, covered with mud and leaves. Around the hovel there was a narrow plank, from which a rope dangled down to the ground. Jar-Jar was first to climb. With the help of the Force, Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan managed to get Madakor inside before they dragged their worn-out bodies up the rope.There was little food to share, Jar-Jar apologized. He could offer them only some fruits and nuts that he knew were edible for humans.“Meesa catched no fish dis day. Here. Eat, eat. Yousa hurt. Yousa need strongness to gudden. Talk after.”With the bittersweet taste clinging to his palate with each bite, Obi-Wan focused on his meal. The Gungan was right indeed.The time to talk came when the Captain fell asleep for a moment. With her pain no more breaking against their minds with urgency, Master Qui-Gon set on their task at hand.“How long has it been, since the mekanicks arrived, Jar-Jar?”“Dem no Naboo? Yousa sure?” Jar-Jar sounded worried. “Who dem? Gungans swim in water, not sky.”How could one explain the complex lacework that was The Trade Federation, with its ugly tangles infiltrating every world, every piece of land, to someone who was lucky enough to have lived a life free of them? Obi-Wan did not envy his Master the struggle to describe something so intricately gargantuan in terms Jar-Jar would understand.“No, they’re not Naboo. In fact, they’re in a conflict with Naboo. I take it your people don’t have much contact with the humans of this planet.”“Dem not like weesa. And weesa not like dem. Weesa warrriors. Dem ‘fraid from weesa.”Qui-Gon’s eyes met with Obi-Wan’s in a silent question. The Padawan swallowed the last bite before speaking.“I think Jar-Jar refers to the Aboriginal wars, Master. The History of Naboo mentioned them. The last one happened eighty years ago.”“Well, the distinction would not matter to the Federation.” Qui-Gon scratched his chin. “You need to understand, Jar-Jar, what the Naboo is dealing with. Given the sheer number of motherships on the orbit, an invasion is most likely.”“Yousa say dees mekanicks come for Gungans too?”“Once they get Naboo under their control, yes. The entire planet will be their colony.”“Boss Nassa not like dis.” Jar-Jar hunched forward, frowning. “No, not like dis.”Obi-Wan listened to the conversation, as he pulled out everything he could find from his and Qui-Gon’s belt pouches. A pair of comms, useless for now. Their lightsabres. Flashlights. Credit chips. A pack of bacta gel. The rest of their belongings had turned to ash in the flames. He applied some bacta on his and the Captain’s more serious wounds.“We need to get to the Naboo representatives,” Qui-Gon said. “The Federation would try to strongarm them into agreement. Any ideas, Obi-Wan?”“I’m not sure. I’ve searched the Naboo legal system for the loopholes the Federation would use.” Obi-Wan looked at the pack of bacta in his hand, before deciding to pour a few drops into each ear. “They can’t do anything outright illegal. Or let the Senate learn about it, to be more precise. When we jumped to Naboo system, we lost the connection to the Holonet. Do you want some bacta, Master?”“Later. So, their first step was cutting the planet off any help from the outside. I guess part of that strategy was to prevent us from gathering any evidence.”“Well, they shot down a diplomatic vessel.” Obi-Wan closed the pack and placed it before Qui-Gon. “If that news gets out, they’ll have to answer to the Senate.” He paused. “You said the invasion was the most probable course of action. They’d need to convince the senate their takeover of Naboo was done with the consent of the Naboo government…”“…And the current head of Naboo is a fourteen-year-old child,” Qui-Gon said softly. “We must get to Theed before the Federation topples the Comitium.” Qui-Gon turned to their host. “Jar-Jar, we need your help. We must talk to your leader.”. . .The Queen’s bedchamber drowned in the warm light of blown-glass lanterns. Heavy curtains draped over the windows. Bare feet stepped on the soft carpets. Discarded dresses lay scattered on the furniture. Padmé sat on the bed, watching her handmaidens with growing unease.Under Eirtaé’s experienced hands Sabé was turning into an uncanny copy of Amidala. With a few painful plucks Eirtaé managed to shape her eyebrows to resemble Padmé’s. The white paint hid the sharper facial bone structure.“I can’t do much with your jawline,” Eirtaé said stepping back. “Although it should be hidden underneath the headdress.”Sabé nodded, her back straight as a board. The large armchair swallowed her whole. Rabé combed and crown braided her hair, so it would fit under a head guard. It was strange to see her so regal –yet clad in a black body glove like the soldier she was. Plastoid chest and limb protectors were next. Sabé rose from her seat to tie a belt around her waist, a knife and a few packs of survival kits attached to the synthskin.All handmaidens, Padmé included, had to wear the protective layer under their robes. The material felt strange against the skin, cold and stiff. “It’s because of the carbon nanotubes,” Eirtaé had explained. “It absorbs the heat of blaster hits.”“Can someone pass me the headgear? Padmé, it’s lying right next to you.”Padmé grabbed the item to her right. It was made of the same black material as the body glove, apart from the gold and red ear coverings, which concealed a voice activated holocomm. Had she not known the purpose of the piece, she would have thought it was a mere ornament.She slid off the bed. Closing the distance between them, she pressed the headgear into Sabé’s hands.“You’re taller than me.”“True. I’ll wear flat shoes, then.” Sabé took the headgear, shifting it so she could put it on without smearing the make-up. “What should we call you? Will you go by my name?”“I think it would be just plain confusing for both of us.” Padmé sighed. “Not many people know my civil name. We should go by that.”The only people who knew the birth name of Amidala, aside from Captain Panaka and the Handmaidens, were the electors who chose her from the aristocratic youth.“Forgive me, Padmé, but that wouldn’t be safe,” Rabé said. “Your name might not be a common knowledge, but ours are. It would be awfully obvious if there’s a new handmaiden out of nowhere.”Padmé let out a frustrated sigh. “Alright. I’ll be Sabé. What if your brother sees me, what then?”“Erjan isn’t an idiot.” Sabé buttoned up the collar of the headgear. “He’d know my life depends on your safety.”Yané snorted. “Padmé, stop trying to weasel out of this. You’re grasping at straws. It’s going to be alright. Let us help you.”“I don’t want either of you get hurt,” Padmé frowned. She was sure she would start to cry any time now. “You should have never taken the risk because of me.”“No one wants to get hurt.” Sabé stepped forward, taking her by her hands. “But unlike you, I’m a trained combatant. I said this before, and I’ll say it again until it gets stuck in your head. You’re of no use to us dead. Our sole purpose as your bodyguards is to prevent you from dying or getting imprisoned by those kriffheads. Now, be a good Sabé and fetch me the dress or I’ll have you executed.”“You’re impossible!” Padmé roared, pulling her hands from Sabé’s grip.“You’re impossible, Your Majesty.” Sabé laughed. Rabé rolled her eyes."Why am I surprised you’re turning a national tragedy into a personal comedy?”“Treason! Is this how you speak with your rightful Queen?” Sabé gasped dramatically. “Off with your head!”As annoying as it was, Padmé saw the theatrics for what was intended. Despite the outward attitude, Sabé was trying desperately to chase away her worries. To turn the danger into adventure. To convince herself she was not afraid.“I recognize no usurper. Now, shut up and get in your dress.” On the best days Rabé was a rather humourless character. The imminent threat only made her stricter.Padmé’s attention turned to the one handmaiden who had remained silent for the entire time. Saché sat in the corner, curled into herself. The gold-red robe wrapped around her shoulders; her eyes shielded by her cape. The sight wrenched at Padmé’s heart.  Wordlessly, she walked to her friend, and sat next to her, drawing her into her arms. Saché slumped into the embrace, shaking a little.She wanted to tell her everything would be alright. But she could not promise that. Instead, she could only give Saché the comfort of her embrace and a kiss to her hair.The shuffle of silk and velvet drew the girls’ attention to Amidala in the centre of the room. Black scarf with bloodlike red jewels framed her face, and the feathery tiara made her look even taller. Her posture was rigid, her motions slower and more deliberate.“It’s almost scary,” Saché said softly. “I like the tiara. Hides the height difference.”“Yeah, her Shortness might start wearing high heels before the next invasion.”“And the illusion is gone,” Rabé said. “I like how you try to use Theed accent, but you talk too fast. The pitch is wrong as well, a tierce too high.”Sabé sighed. “Does this sound better? Captain Panaka, I wholeheartedly refuse to have cakes served for dinner, for it is not a proper evening meal.” She dropped her voice lower, pronouncing the word endings smoothly. The only remnant of her Keren background was the sharper sibilants. To an untrained ear, though, the difference was non-existent.“Much better.” Rabé took a deep breath, her hands twitching nervously. “Good. Good. We’re ready. Shirat im-ariakama junyihe a aman.”Sabé nodded. “Abhat ardhan junyihe a aman. Put on your robes. We’ve got a planet to save.”. . .The 3rd Patrol Flotilla flew over the grasslands surrounding the royal city of Theed. The sky was hazy with gold-grey and indigo, the land was shrouded with dusk. It was the ground they inspected today. They flew so low they could observe each individual tree, each tuft of grass.Twenty clicks south from Theed. The river meandered lazily between rocks. The twin moons reflected in the surface, creating a false image of security.Dujayam im-tannyam lappahe. Erjan did not realize he was praying until he sneaked a look at the radar. One after another, a green dot appeared on the screen. Ice cold chill went down his spine. Ten. Twenty. Hundreds of dots.Several C-9979 landing crafts were located close by the rocks. From the open gates, countless rows of droids poured out. A fleet of support Vulture-class fighters swarmed around the ships like flies and rotten meat.
The veil of night their murder’s shroud.
The 3rd Patrol Flotilla steered back from the site. But their presence was already known. The fighters aimed straight to the Naboo fleet, opening fire.  Erjan managed to outmanoeuvre his opponent, but one of his colleagues – Scout Three – was not so lucky. He could only watch them crash onto the droid squad.
(Don’t think about capture.)
Their ships were not purpose-built for atmospheric dogfights. They needed to get away.Erjan gripped the steering rod, pulling it to his chest. His fighter surged sharply, gaining altitude rapidly. The others followed his example, leaving the Federation’s droids far below. Vultures soared behind them, getting closer with each second. Another round of fire enveloped Erjan’s starfighter.“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”He made a sharp U-turn, cranking up his shields to maximum. He prayed that the stupendous idiocy he was about to do, would not cost him his life.He rammed with all he had into his chaser, firing from both cannons. The Vulture droid burst into flames, plummeting towards the ground. Erjan did not wait for another. He aimed straight north, to Theed, with the rest of his squad.. . .Qui-Gon decided to leave Madakor behind. She was in no state to follow them to the underwater Gungan city, not when time was an issue. She took the news rather well. They left her enough nuts and fruit to last her until the help arrived. Jar-Jar’s hovel had everything she needed.Gungans were an amphibious species. But even they were not able to survive long term in water without air, Jar-Jar explained. Since they evolved in Naboo, whose atmosphere was identical to the homeworld of all humans, the bubble-shield technology could be used by them as well. Jar-Jar had only two shields at his disposal. The humans needed it more. While he could survive underwater for an hour without it, the same could not be said about humans.They gathered at the seashore, a few clicks down the hill from Jar-Jar’s hovel, cones of light emerging from their torches, illuminating the path ahead. It was around midnight. Countless stars glittered in the distance, disappearing behind the horizon. The sea swelled and fell as if breathing, the waves crawled shoreward.They stepped towards the sea, their feet digging into the sand. Lukewarm waves licked at their ankles, and they waded further.“Yousa put it in here!” Jar-Jar gestured to his mouth. “And den – eezy to breef.”Qui-Gon had already inserted the accursed device into his mouth. Obi-Wan frowned at the apparatus in his hand. Had he had any other options; he would have avoided swapping spit with the Gungan. But they had no time for his disgust. With a sigh, he put it between his teeth, suppressing the gag forming in his throat.“Gud.”Another step. Water reached to his knees. Obi-Wan braced himself- A tall wave crashed against him, drenching his clothes. The soaked robes felt so heavy on his frame. Another step. The sandy ground underneath his soles was less and less firm. Another wave. Another step. When he had been a little boy, he had fallen in the pool in the Room of the Thousand Fountains.He leaped forward. His teeth clenched against the apparatus. Water did not fill his ears. He could breathe freely. A force-field formed around his head. He aimed his flashlight at Qui-Gon. His master looked like a giant mop of seaweed with a huge bubble on top. Meanwhile, Jar-Jar swam deeper into the sea.Putting their hopes in the hands of this Gungan, they set after him.The deeper they were, the colder the water. Denser, in a way. The sea was brimming with life of all shapes and forms. Obi-Wan recognized only a few of the fishes, and none of the arthropods. Some gave off a soft greenish light. Others reflected the torchlight with intense shades of violets. Shining flower-like beings floated in the sea, seeking food, burning everything they touched.At first, he thought he saw a swarm of similar creatures, but he was mistaken. When they got closer, the great city of Otoh Gunga revealed itself.. . .
“Control Tower speaking. Report.”

“Scout One speaking! Federation forces approach the Capital from the south. I repeat. Enemy forces twenty clicks south from the Capital. Engaged in a fight. Lost Scout Three.”

“Roger. Return to Theed immediately.”

“Roger. Scout One out.”
Silence reigned in the Throne room.“Your Majesty,” Governor Bibble bowed. “We must move you to safety.”“I will be the judge of that,” the Queen retorted. She paused, frowning a little. “Our citizens’ safety is the main concern.” She looked around the Comium. “Release the order to hide and shelter, Governor. Activate the City shields.” She rose from her seat. “They will break through our defences no matter what. Let them prove themselves as the crooks they are when they attack a sovereign nation with brute force. The Senate will not close their eyes any longer.”Sabé hoped Padmé knew what she was doing.