The Legion Saga

The Legion Saga

 

Episode I: Harbinger

Chapter 1

“What is going on down there?” Nute Gunray demanded from the bridge of the Trade Federation flagship Saak’ak.  A cacophony of alarms sounded all around him.

“We've lost the transmission, sir.” his communications officer Tey How announced from behind her comlink and data goggles.

“Have you ever encountered a Jedi Knight before, sir?” Rune Haako asked ominously.

“Well, no, but I don't...seal off the bridge!”

“Yes sir.” Tey How replied as she closed the bridge doors.

“That won't be enough, sir.”

“I want droidekas up here at once!” Nute ordered.

“We will not survive this…”

Qui-Gon Jinn and his apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi spun through the hall of the Trade Federation ship, their lightsabers flashing green and blue as they cut down the battle droids left and right.  Obi-Wan extended his hand and threw a group of advancing droids to the ground with the force.

Qui-Gon thrust his green blade into the steel, cutting a circular hole in the door to the bridge.

On the other side of the entrance Nute Gunray shouted out in a panic:

“Close the blast doors!”

As the reinforced doors slammed shut, Qui-Gon withdrew his blade, sensing the impediment to his progress.

“That will hold them!” Nute announced.

Obi-Wan reflected a droid’s blast back upon it and maintained his vigil over his master’s attempt to enter the bridge. 

Qui-Gon thrust his blade directly into the doors, the heat from his saber began to again melt the metal.  He could sense he was making progress, but at once he realized that droid reinforcements were likely en route to their position.  As his blade continued to melt its way onto the bridge, he quickly realized what he needed to do.  It was a gamble, but somehow he sensed his next move would be fateful.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon called out.  “Add your blade to mine!”

Qui-Gon’s faithful apprentice nodded quickly in understanding and approached the bridge door to the right of his master.  Without a word he thrust his blue blade into the doors and sped up the melting process.

With the two blades working in unison, the blast doors quickly turned white-hot and began to slag and melt away. 

“They are still coming through!” Rune Haako announced like a harbinger of death.

“This is impossible!”

As the blue and green blades melted the blast doors further, the metal began to fall away.  Suddenly the two blades succeeded in breaching their barrier and a large chunk of the metal doors fell onto the bridge deck, opening the room to the hallway.

Nute and Rune both stepped back in fear as the twin blades of the Jedi worked rapidly to widen the hole. 

“Where are those droidekas?!” Rune called out in panic.

Obi-Wan heard the approach of the rolling destroyer droids before he turned to look.

“Master, Destroyers!” he warned Qui-Gon as the rolling of the insect-like machines brought them closer by the second.

“Come on!” Qui-Gon yelled as he took a step back, then jumped with the force guiding him through the hole they had cut.  Somersaulting as he landed, he recovered quickly and found himself through the breach and standing on the Neimoidian bridge.

Obi-Wan watched as the destroyer droids uncurled from their traveling form and brought their blasters to bear on him.  Just as the droids extended shields to protect themselves and began to fire, the young padawan turned and jumped through the hole he and his master had cut onto the bridge.  Spinning in the air as he passed through the breach, he landed two steps behind Qui-Gon and quickly recovered.

Moving with lightening speed towards the two Neimoidians cowering in fear across the bridge, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan suddenly had their blades at the throats of the two Trade Federation commanding officers.

“Uhhhh!” Nute Gunray shouted in terror as the green blade of a Jedi Master was suddenly only inches from his throat.

“Call off your droids.  Now.” Qui-Gon Jinn spoke with the authority of a man not to be trifled with.

“I suggest you do as he says.” Obi-Wan smirked with his own blade only a fraction of an inch from decapitating Rune Haako.  “Being shot at by your droids has made my master quite disagreeable this morning.”

“Y-yes!” Nute stammered, “Call off all droids!  D-do as he says…uh…at once!”

“Yes sir.” Tey How complied and instantly the alarms and claxons were cut off.

A strange hush descended over the bridge as the Neimoidians found themselves at the mercy of two men they had just attempted to kill.

“Why?” Qui-Gon continued.  “You destroyed our ship and killed its crew.”

“No...” Nute stammered unconvincingly. “It was a…misunderstanding!  There was a malfunction on the hanger deck…we…thought your ship was going to attack us!  Please…we were only trying to defend ourselves!”

“Any more lies Viceroy,” Qui-Gon said quietly, “And I’ll settle your trade dispute with this blade right now.”

“Nooo!” Nute implored in terror, “It wasn’t our idea!  I only followed instructions!”

“Your instructions were to murder us?” Obi-Wan asked, his blade never leaving Rune’s neck.  “Who gave you these instructions?”

Nute Gunray looked down at the deck of his bridge.  He was trembling terribly now.

“Answer him.”  Qui-Gon instructed.

“No I-I can’t he-he’ll kill me if I-” Nute stammered.

“And what do you thing I’m going to do?”  Qui-Gon said ominously.

“His name is Darth Sidious!” Rune Haako announced fearfully.  “He controls the Senate!  He ordered us to blockade the Naboo!”

Qui-Gon’s eyes widened at the revelation.  He took a step back and deactivated his green saber.

“Darth Sidious?” Obi-Wan breathed incredulously.

“We-we never met him, he contacts us by hologram….please!  You must protect us from the Sith!” Nute whimpered pitifully.

Obi-Wan looked fearfully at his master.  Could any of this be true?  Could the Sith have secretly returned and manipulated this blockade?  It made no sense.  How could the Jedi have been blind to the return of their ancient enemies?  And what could be gained by blockading the peaceful Naboo?  One thing was certain.  Obi-Wan sensed no lying in the terrified Neimoidians any more.  And for the first time, his feelings of an elusive danger felt completely justified.

“Your blockade is coming to an end Viceroy.” Qui-Gon spoke at last.  “You will contact the Naboo immediately and begin negotiating a peace treaty.”

“Y-yes…” Nute said weakly, “I will do as you say.”

 

Chapter 2

Padmé Amidala, recently elected ruler of the Naboo, exited the throne room of her Theed royal palace and walked slowly into her private chambers.  She was afraid, truly afraid, for the first time in her life.  The Jedi ambassadors had recounted the treachery of the Neimoidians for her governing counsel over the holo-com channel only moments ago.  It had been suggested by the older Jedi that they continue negotiations on board the Neimoidian flagship itself.  Padmé had agreed and even now her royal transport was preparing to take her delegation into the gundark’s den—Nute Gunray’s command ship.

Padmé shivered as she entered her spacious room and gazed out at the picturesque Theed cityscape.  All this was at stake…and more.  It was all in her hands, the fate of an entire world.  And from what she could tell, the only thing keeping the Neimoidians from invading was the fact that the Jedi were holding lightsabers to their necks.

What if I say the wrong thing?  She considered with an ever growing feeling of nausea in the pit of her stomach.  What if I’m responsible for a course of action that leads to war?

The older Jedi Knight had said…or was he a Jedi Master instead of a Knight?  And what was his name again?  Oh no, she had forgotten…something with a “Q” wasn’t it?  The fate of her world was at stake and the meeting only hours away and she WASN’T READY!

Padmé began to tremble ever so slightly.  She was going to blow it.  Lose everything.

“What kind of a sane planet could ever entrust its fate to a person as young and naïve as I am?” she asked the empty room.

A soft voice from behind startled the young queen.

“You may be young, your highness,” Rabé said gently. “But you are hardly naïve.”

Padmé turned to face the beautiful handmaiden as she approached.  It was Rabé who had prepared her intricate makeup this morning, as she always did.  It was Rabé who was always there when Padmé needed reassurance.  Indeed, Padmé felt herself soothed already just from the sound of her handmaiden’s voice.  Rabé was probably the one person in the galaxy who could calm Padmé when she was truly upset.

As she came up behind Padmé, Rabé placed a delicate hand on the small of the queen’s back and Padmé felt herself already beginning to relax at her handmaiden’s touch. 

“I’m not ready for this, Rabé…”

A voice from the other side of the room came suddenly.

“We will get you ready, your highness…” Eirtaé spoke with authority as she entered the room, tall and confident as always.  In many ways, she had a more regal countenance than Padmé could ever hope to imitate.

Padmé sighed as the blonde handmaiden approached her.  Defeating Eirtaé in the election had given Padmé the position of queen.  But at this moment, Padmé wished more than anything in the galaxy Eirtaé had been the one to win.

With a nod from Eirtaé, Rabé began lifting the ornate headpiece from Padmé.

“A change of wardrobe for this meeting?” Padmé asked in confusion.

Eirtaé shook her head with just the right amount of disdain and arrogance that had made Padmé’s other handmaidens initially dislike the girl so much.  But no one knew Nabooian etiquette better than Eirtaé, and Padmé almost felt foolish for questioning the girl’s judgment.

“You must wear black to show the pain of separation from your world.” Eirtaé explained with patiently.

“Just leave it all to us.” Rabé continued as she placed the headpiece aside and began to unclasp Padmé’s dress from behind.

“When have we ever let you down?” Sabé’s voice floated into the room as the attractive young girl entered, tossing her hair back in a care-free way.

“Never.” Padmé whispered as Rabé removed her gown and Eirtaé took her hands and helped her step out of the awkward, ornate attire.  Now completely naked, the young queen shivered slightly as Eirtaé guided her.

“Come.” Eirtaé said coolly as she gently pulled Padmé forward by the hands, guiding her towards the middle of the room.  The cool tile of the floor sent another chill through Padmé’s lithe, young body.  “We’ve drawn you a bath.”

“And while we wash you, we’ll prepare you.” Sabé said simply, smiling at Padmé as she began to disrobe.

Padmé watched silently as Sabé undressed.  The girl looked so much like herself, it was like looking into a mirror.  Aside from the ornate white makeup on Padmé’s face at that moment, the two were almost identical.  Indeed she and Sabé had developed a covert form of communication that only the other handmaidens could interpret.  Raising a single eyebrow ever so slightly, Padmé asked Sabé silently: is this what I think it is?

Sabé answered her with a simple shrug of one bare shoulder as she finished removing her clothes.  Her sign-language answer was clear: only if it pleases you.

Eirtaé glided around behind the young queen and slid her hands up Padmé’s hips sensuously.

“Look at Sabé.” Eirtaé commanded, taking charge of the situation as she always did.  “So perfect…so beautiful…”

Sabé smiled at the compliment and slid her hands up to her perfect young breasts, pressing them together with a playful smile.

“So flawless…” Eirtaé continued.  “Just like you are, Padmé.”

Eirtaé hands slid their way up Padmé’s torso, to gently envelop her budding breasts.  Padmé sighed slightly as the blonde girl’s hands stimulated her small nipples.  Eirtaé was so beautiful…so intelligent…so PERFECT.  Padmé often wondered if Eirtaé should have been the queen of Naboo instead of her.  It had been such a close election after all.  And Eirtaé had taken such control of this intimate social circle.  As she continued to caress Padmé’s sensitive breasts, she found herself wondering if perhaps she should be the handmaiden, and Eirtaé the queen.

Sabé slid one hand down from her breast, slowly lowering it across her stomach, down to her perfect, hairless pussy.  As she stood facing Padmé and Eirtaé from the other side of the large royal bath built into the floor, she smiled wickedly and began sliding her middle finger slowly across her small pussy lips.

Eirtaé mirrored the movement, sliding her hand down Padmé’s torso until she made contact with the queen’s own hairless slit.

“You see?” Rabé asked as she dutifully finished putting away Padmé’s wardrobe and began to disrobe herself.  “I shaved our highness this morning.  They match perfectly now.  In every way.”

Eirtaé smiled to herself as she slid her hands back to Padmé’s tight ass and gently pushed her forward towards the bath.  Padmé allowed herself to step into the warm water, slowly adjusting to the temperature as she descended into large bath.  Like the proper mirror she was trained to be, Sabé stepped in one leg at a time, precisely duplicating the movements of her elected sovereign.

Padmé knew what she was in store for.  It was something Eirtaé had begun between them.  A strange kind of sexual bonding now existed between she and her handmaidens.  At first Padmé had merely thought Eirtaé was a lesbian, pure and simple.  But in the secret and tender moments the young women had shared in this room and others throughout the palace, Padmé had begun to see the method in Eirtaé madness.  There was a purpose to this ritual, a union of sorts.  In fact Eirtaé had explained to her that the sexual bonding of handmaiden and queen was as much a part of Nabooian royal history as residency in the Theed palace itself.  It was a part, Eirtaé had explained, of the trust and love necessary to continuously place one’s life in the hands of another woman.

Padmé considered it all as Sabé approached her in the water and Rabé’s beautiful brunette form slinked into the water to her right.  Indeed it was a secret part of her people’s history, Eirtaé knew more about aristocracy than she ever would.  But as Sabé drew close and slid her wet hands up Padmé’s body, the young queen realized the truth.  She was doing this because she needed it.  Because part of her absolutely loved it.

“Wash our queen’s perfect body, Rabé.” Eirtaé instructed, taking control yet again.  “Wash her dirty little body clean…”

Eirtaé had removed most of her clothes and was sitting with only her legs in the large bath, absent mindedly fingering herself as she watched.  Padmé and Sabé found each other’s mouths and tenderly kissed while caressing one another’s perfect breasts.  Rabé took a soapy hand sponge from the side of the bath and gently traced it up and down Padmé’s back and then down her arms, the soap suds sliding down her perfect form and onto Sabé as the two entwined their young bodies further.

“Good…” Eirtaé whispered as she continued touching herself.  Her middle finger was now inside her wet slit up to the knuckle while her other hand gently pinched her right nipple.

“Now Sabé…” Eirtaé continued.  “Give her your tongue, baby.”

Sabé opened her eyes in the midst of her soft kiss to Padmé.  Padmé opened hers to see the young girl’s face, so similar to her own, smile and gently extend her tongue into Padmé’s mouth.  Padmé moaned deeply in her throat as she took Sabé’s tongue into her mouth and touched it with her own.

Rabé brought the sponge up behind Padmé’s neck and squeezed it, letting soap suds trail down Padmé’s breasts and onto Sabé’s mirror image breasts.  The lubrication between the two pseudo-twins only made the soft trailing of Sabé’s breasts against hers feel more stimulating, as Padmé slid her hands around Sabé to embrace her fully.

Rabé soaped up her own breasts and stomach and then tossed the sponge aside.  She stepped behind Padmé and began touching her back and shoulders ever so slightly, her soaped up nipples trailing down Padmé’s back as the queen became sandwiched between the two beautiful handmaidens.

Padmé felt her head spinning.  She was in an ecstasy of gentle, feminine stimulation and pleasure.  She wondered why she had ever considered fighting this the first time Eirtaé had set it up.

Padmé broke her kiss with Sabé.  As she pulled back she felt Rabé’s tender kiss on her right cheek.  Turning her head to the side, her mouth met Rabé’s lips as the handmaiden explained her devotion to Padmé with her tongue in a way words could never convey.

“Good.” Eirtaé said softly, still not joining the three brunettes yet.  She had other things in mind at the moment.  “Qui-Gon Jinn.  Is the Jedi master who contacted us.”

“Hmm?” Padmé said dreamily as she broke her kiss with Rabé and looked to Eirtaé questioningly.  “The Jedi?”

“And his padawan learner,” Eirtaé continued, “Is named Obi-wan Kenobi.”

Padmé realized what was happening.  It was a test.  Eirtaé was preparing her for the negotiations ahead.  But NOW of all times?

“I thought this was about helping me relax.”  Padmé said dreamily as she return to Sabé’s insistent mouth.  Rabé gently sucked on Padmé’s neck as she resumed kissing Sabé.

“Nute Gunray,” Eirtaé continued, ignoring Padmé’s statement, “will be your toughest opponent in the room.”

Stepping into the water at last, Eirtaé approached the threesome and began gently pushing Padmé from the center towards the wall of the circular tub.  The brunette handmaidens dutifully followed and with a nod from the dominant blonde, lifted Padmé from the tub to sit with her feet still in the water. 

With a look up to Sabé, Padmé silently questioned with an almost imperceptible twitch of her nose: Is she going to do me?

Sabé rolled her eyes to the left and then looked down to Eirtaé in the water to say: You now how she is…

“Stop talking to Sabé and focus yourself.” Eirtaé demanded as she pushed Padmé’s legs apart and brought her face within inches of the young queen’s delicate pussy.  “The fate of our world is at stake.”

Without another word, Eirtaé stuck out her tongue and kissed Padmé’s pussy in way that was both sensuous and obscene.

“Oh gods…” Padmé sighed as her body involuntarily thrust itself forward.  Eirtaé was ready and hooked her hands around Padmé’s thighs, holding her steady as she continued her oral assault on the young queen’s delicious pussy.  Eirtaé licked up and down like an expert, her tongue finding its way deeper and deeper into Padmé with each lick.  Padmé had been eaten by each of her handmaidens and had tasted them in turn.  But Eirtaé was always the most insistent…the most powerful.  Padmé had never been with a man before but somehow instinctively she knew that the almost vicious way Eirtaé was devouring her slit was exactly the way a man would eat pussy.  Somehow it was less about pleasure and more about power with Eirtaé.  Despite these thoughts, when Eirtaé’s tongue finally made contact with Padmé’s budding little clit, the young queen almost screamed out loud with pleasure.

Feeling the tension beginning to build in Padmé’s body, Eirtaé pulled her mouth back.  As Padmé looked down at the beautiful blonde in the water, her mouth glistening with Padmé’s pussy juice, she saw in Eirtaé’s eyes the fiery determination and need for control.

“Now.” Eirtaé said forcefully.  “What is the Jedi Master’s name?”

Eirtaé resumed her ministrations on Padmé’s pussy, focusing now exclusively on her clit.  As she sucked it into her mouth, she gently nibbled the small bud, bringing the stirrings of an orgasm deep within Padmé.

“I-I don’t know…” Padmé breathed as Eirtaé nibbled and sucked her clit.  “Qui-something.”

Eirtaé stopped sucking and pulled her head back completely.  Padmé groaned in frustration.

“Qui-something?” Eirtaé said angrily.  “Should we send Sabé in your place and you can stay here in the palace?”

Padmé flushed with embarrassment when suddenly her clit was enveloped again by Eirtaé’s insistent mouth.  At her sides, Rabé and Sabé leaned close.  Rabé began sucking on her right nipple.

“Oh…yes…” Padmé breathed as Sabé leaned in close to her ear.

“You can do it Padmé,” Sabé reassured her. “Concentrate.”

Sabé lowered her mouth to Padmé’s left breast and began to suck her gently.  With all three handmaidens sucking on her at once Padmé began to feel dizzy.  She was being hyper-stimulated…over-stimulated.  And Eirtaé’s licking and teasing of her clit was becoming the hardest part to ignore.  She was close…

Eirtaé pulled back and looked up at Padmé with a defiant smile as the young queen groaned in frustration from the sudden lack of stimulation to her pussy.

“Having trouble focusing?” Eirtaé said smugly.  “If you can’t focus here…with us…how can you focus up there…with them?”

Padmé understood now.  Eirtaé was preparing her for the fight of her life in these negotiations.  She was preparing her to focus through the manipulations, through the lies and frustrating deceits that would endanger Naboo.  And something else as well.  Padmé saw it for the first time clearly.  Eirtaé was jealous of her.  Insanely jealous.  And she was enjoying the sexual power she had over the queen.  Padmé read it all in the young blonde’s eyes in that instant.  She had always been a quick study of human nature.  And she suddenly knew what she needed to do.

“Qui-Gon Jinn.”  Padmé announced with such decisiveness that Sabé and Rabé stopped their attention to her breasts and looked up at her.  Eirtaé smiled and renewed her assault on Padmé’s clit, this time adding her small finder to Padmé’s inner labia lips, teasing her pussy with a slight penetration while she sucked.

“Gunray’s aide?”  Eirtaé stopped sucking just long enough to ask.

“Rune Haako.” Padmé answered instantly, her mind set.  She was focused now.  As she needed to be.

“Mmmmm” Eirtaé moaned up into Padmé’s pussy, the vibration of her throat sending shivers through the queen as she slid her finger into Padmé fully.  “And the Federation flagship?” she half moaned with Padmé’s vulva melting in her mouth.  “Do you know that?”

“The Saak’ak…translates to ‘Profiteer’.”  Padmé answered.  “Where I will stop this war from happening.”

Padmé was close to cuming.  Eirtaé knew what she was doing alright.  She had her queen right on the edge.

Sabé and Rabé were still sucking on Padmé’s nipples, but it was Sabé who sensed the sudden change in Padmé.  It was she who was most attuned to her queen and as Padmé became more forceful in her answers, Sabé’s sucking diminished ever so slightly.  Padmé sensed the change in pressure on her nipple and knew that her most devoted handmaiden was listening to this interchange closely.  Well listen up, Padmé thought, you haven’t seen anything yet Sabé.

“Perfect.” Eirtaé purred, pulling her mouth from Padmé’s now practically frothing slit.  “And now.  For the cum.  For the win, milady.  For your people…”

Padmé waited patiently on the brink of her orgasm for relief from Eirtaé.

“What is the name of the padawan you will be meeting?”

Padmé was ready for it.  Instead of answering, she hooked her right leg around Eirtaé’s head and held the blonde handmaiden in the water by the neck.  Eirtaé looked up with shock at the way she had been suddenly seized.  But she did not struggle to break free.  Instead she looked deeply into Padmé’s eyes, accepting the challenge.

“It would be improper for me to know the Jedi learner by name before I am introduced to him formally.”  She explained to Eirtaé as if addressing a child.  “You only know his name because you accessed the Coruscant datanet to give me information.  And if I addressed him by name the Neimoidians would suspect collusion.  It would lower my credibility.  Weaken our position.”

Eirtaé looked like she had bitten into a fruit and found a worm.  Padmé was right of course, that was the worst part of it.  She had found Obi-Wan’s name on the datanet.  And if Padmé had made the mistake of calling him by name before introductions, it would have led the Neimoidians to cry conspiracy.  She had made a mistake, and Padmé had called her on it.  The arrogant aristocrat looked up fearfully into her queen’s eyes for the first time.  Rabé and Sabé had both pulled back from their attention to Padmé’s breasts to watch the power struggle between the two women unfold.

“Now.” Padmé announced with authority, still holding Eirtaé’s head just above the water in a leg-lock.  “You are going to serve me as you should, HANDMAIDEN.”

Eirtaé shivered despite the warm water surrounding her naked body.

“You are going to eat my pussy until I cum in your little bitch mouth.”  Padmé said maliciously.  “And if you stop before I cum…I am going to drown you, you little cunt.”

Eirtaé’s eyes widened as Padmé intensified her leg-lock around the blonde’s neck.  Padmé took Eirtaé by the hair and pulled her roughly onto her waiting pussy.

Eirtaé began to eat Padmé with a renewed vigor.  She attacked the young queen’s clit as she had before, but now with a sense of devotion and urgency she had never before shown.  Padmé smiled down and her properly obedient servant.

“That’s it you little blonde bitch…” Padmé whispered as Eirtaé slid a finger up inside her and continued to lick and suck her clit.  “That’s a good little whore…show your devotion to your queen’s pussy….show me what a good little cunt licker you are, Eirtaé…”

Eirtaé moaned at Padmé’s words, continuing to suck and nibble the queen with all her skills.  The truth was, the dominant aristocratic young blonde was fingering herself under the water frantically with her free hand.  She had never been talked to like this before by anyone.  She had always been dominant in every situation throughout her well-bred life.  And now, hearing Padmé call her a whore, she was leaking pussy juice of her own into the water all around her.

“Blonde lesbian whore…eat me out!” Padmé suddenly yelled down to Eirtaé.  Sabé and Rabé had both stood back, their hands covering their mouths in shock at the change in Padmé.  “Yesssss….yesssssss….nowwwwww.” Padmé moaned as she bucked and came into Eirtaé’s sucking mouth.  It was the most violent orgasm Padmé had ever had.  She usually felt powerless in the grip of an orgasm.  But now, this time, she rode the orgasm.  She controlled it in a way.  And Eirtaé dutifully sucked and swallowed every drop of the queen’s pussy juice that flooded out.

Padmé sat their twitching and shivering silently for the next minute, then slowly released Eirtaé into the water.  The blonde girl pulled back in the tub, until she leaned against the other side of the bath dazedly.  Padmé looked hard into Eirtaé’s eyes.  There was fear there for the first time.  But still an air of defiance.  An aristocratic sense of superiority that needed to be purged.  Padmé realized that if she was truly going to be strong enough to represent her world against the vast and powerful Trade Federation in the next few hours, she first had to win this battle of wills in her own royal court.

“You’ve…” Eirtaé said quietly.  “You’ve learned your final lesson, your highness.  You’re ready now.”

“What was that?”  Padmé asked with a hint of menace.

The fear returned to Eirtaé’s eyes.  She knew that her last small attempt to regain control of the situation had just failed.

“Sabé, Rabé, get her out of the water and take her to my bedroom.”

As the two handmaidens looked fearfully at one another Padmé gave them a sharp look.  She had never ordered them around like this before, but it was of course, her sovereign right to do so.  The naked brunettes quickly circled the in-ground bath and gently pulled Eirtaé up from the water by her arms.  Eirtaé, once the de facto leader of the handmaidens, passively submitted to being led away.

“And Sabé,” Padmé called to her doppelganger bodyguard.  Padmé held her hands two feet apart from each other and licked her lips sensually: Go and get it from your room.

Sabé caught the silent message and slightly nodded her acceptance.  Rabé and Eirtaé did not understand the gesture but continued heading for the bedroom.

Padmé reached down into the water and washed the remains of the white makeup from her face.  There was a part of her that was still frightened about the critical negotiations ahead.  But her confidence was stronger than ever after her confrontation with her defiant young handmaiden.  But something was still lacking in Padmé’s psyche.  A kind of killer instinct, a strength she had seen in others.  She needed to be as decisive and strong as anyone in the galaxy today.  And disciplining Eirtaé was the perfect opportunity to bring that part of herself forward.

Padmé stood and dried herself.  Then, still as completely naked as her handmaidens, she walked determinedly towards her bedroom.

Opening the door, she found Eirtaé sitting on the bed naked, with Rabé crouching next to her, whispering soothing words to the blonde girl.  Rabé had always been kind to Padmé and kind to others.  It was her strength and it was what made her so incredibly helpful to the young queen.  But not now.  This moment was about something else.  And as Padmé locked eyes with Eirtaé, she could still sense the smallest hint of defiance in the young blonde girl.  Padmé silently vowed that arrogance was something Eirtaé would not leave this room with.

“Don’t talk to her Rabé, she’s in trouble right now.”  Padmé said calmly.  “She’s been arrogant and defiant to her queen and must be punished.”

“I-I only…” Eirtaé stammered.

“Silence.”  Padmé said firmly.

Sabé entered the room from the secret entrance behind the bookshelf.  It led to a tunnel that connected Padmé’s room to Sabé’s for emergencies.  In Sabé’s hands was a large tube.  It looked like a tan colored pipe of some kind to Rabé and Eirtaé in the dim bedroom light, but as Sabé approached Rabé gasped out loud.  It was not a pipe, it was a two foot long dildo.

Padmé opened her hands and Sabé wordlessly brought the huge, phallic piece of rubbery plastic to her queen.  Padmé took the obscene object in both hands and stepped towards the bed.

“You see this Eirtaé?”  Padmé asked.  “You see what it is?”

Eirtaé shook her head from side to side, defiant to the last.

“Oh I think you do.” Padmé continued.  “You’ve always been so astute about Nabooian history, are you telling me you never studied the Gungans?”

Eirtaé looked fearfully at the large dildo and then slowly back at Padmé.

“You mean…” she stammered, “that’s a…”

“That’s right.” Padmé answered.  “It’s an anatomically correct Gungan cock.  Just perfect for an aristocratic bitch like you.”

“No, Padmé!” Eirtaé moaned, “That’s too…”

“You will address me as ‘your highness’ Eirtaé.” Padmé interrupted.  “Or all put this big fucker right up your ass, you hear me?”

Eirtaé looked back at the fake Gungan cock fearfully.

“But why do you have it?” she whispered meekly.

“Sabé got it for me.”  She explained patiently.  Rabé eyed Sabé with surprise.  Clearly Sabé and Padmé had secrets that even she didn’t know.

“You see, lesbian.” Padmé continued as if addressing a petulant child.  “The rest of us in this room prefer COCK.  Especially a great big one like this here.”

Eirtaé said nothing, only eyed the dildo fearfully.  It was textured and veiny.  It had been painted with spots and designs to reflect the nuances of Gungan skin-tone.  It looked mean…and powerful.

“We’ve tried this thing on each-other at night.” Padmé continued.  “It’s designed to flex and bend.  To fit a pussy just like a real Gungan cock does.  You’re family held Gungan slaves a few generations back didn’t it Eirtaé?”

“Y-yes…” she breathed, “my grandmother…”

“Then getting fucked by an amphibian cock is probably a family tradition for you, slut.” Padmé interrupted.

Before Eirtaé could protest or even say a word, Padmé climbed up onto the bed and pushed Eirtaé onto her back.  As Eirtaé’s head fell back onto a pillow, Padmé straddled Eirtaé’s torso and brought the large dildo right to her handmaiden’s lips.  Eirtaé’s eyes opened wide as Padmé took her by the hair with one hand and pressed the bulbous head of the Gungan cock into Eirtaé’s mouth with the other.

“Suck on it, slut…you KNOW you want it…” Padmé demanded as she managed to get the head of the rubber dick into her handmaiden’s mouth.

“Suck on it like you’d suck on a real Gungan dick.” 

Eirtaé began sucking on the large cock-head gently, and Padmé carefully slid it slightly in and out of the handmaiden’s mouth.

“That’s it Eirtaé…” she continued.  “Get it nice and slick with your spit.”

Padmé slowly removed the head of the dildo from Eirtaé’s mouth and nodded to her two loyal handmaidens.

“Hold her arms.”

The two brunettes dutifully obeyed their sovereign, pinning Eirtaé’s biceps to the bed.  Rabé looked fearfully at Sabé.  Sabé merely winked at her, telling her it would be alright.  Sabé knew Padmé better than anyone in the world.  Maybe that was why she alone understood the need for her queen to do this.

Padmé slid down Eirtaé’s body, bringing her face within inches of the young girl’s pussy.  Without a second thought, she brought the now slick head of the large phallus to Eirtaé’s pussy lips and began to apply pressure.

“Oh gods!  It’s too big!” Eirtaé called out in alarm and tried to twist her body on the bed.  Padmé only smiled and applied more pressure.  The head of the rubbery pseudo-Gungan cock suddenly slid up inside of Eirtaé’s wet pussy.

“Oh….GODS!” Eirtaé called out in shock.

Padmé began to push more of the dildo up into the tall blonde girl.  Taking hold of it with both hands, Padmé pulled it back, wetting it with Eirtaé’s incredibly lubricated pussy and then slid it in further than ever before.

“Ughhhh!” the blonde handmaiden called out, closing her eyes at the large invasion of her body.

“No.” Padmé said sternly.  “Look down here.  Look at what I’m doing to you.”

Eirtaé opened her eyes and looked down at the insane spectacle of Padmé sliding a gigantic Gungan dildo in and out of her small, overstuffed pussy.

“That’s it.” Padmé hissed.  “You understand now?”

Padmé reached up and gently twisted Eirtaé’s budding clit with her left hand as she pushed the dildo in and out of the young girl.

“Let her go now.” Padmé instructed her brunette handmaidens.  As they released Eirtaé, she made no move to stop Padmé, but instead sat up in the bed to get a better view of the queen’s ministrations.

“You see now what it’s like to REALLY get fucked Eirtaé?” Padmé continued as she pushed the dildo into the blonde harder than ever.  “You see why we all crave cock in this room?  While you’re busy trying to play mind-games with our pussies?”

Eirtaé said nothing, only nodded.

“You see what it’s like to get fucked by a big alien cock?”  Padmé continued.

“Oh yes…” Eirtaé hissed.  “Yes, your highness.”

“Do you understand now that your pussy belongs to ME, handmaiden?”

“Yes milady!” Eirtaé almost yelled as Padmé twisted the dildo inside of her, putting pressure on the sensitive g-spot she and Sabé had found together one night.

“Yes, what slut?” Padmé asked as she lowered her mouth to Eirtaé’s pussy.  “Let me hear it and you can cum.”

Padmé began to suck as hard as she could on Eirtaé’s clit and she took the Gungan dildo with both hands and hammered away at the young girl’s pussy.

“You own my pussy!” Eirtaé shouted.  “It’s yours!  It’s all yours!  It’s always been y-yours!”

Eirtaé’s whole body began to shake.  Padmé sucked her clit as hard as she could.  Just as she felt the handmaiden begin to tense up for an orgasm, she slid her hand down to the small switch at the bottom of the dildo.  Pressing the button caused a sudden pulsing and gyrating to come forth from the massive fake amphibian dick.  The pulsing brought out a stream of fluid from the dildo’s hidden internal reservoir.  A warm stream of hot, sticky, fake cum began to erupt from the dildo inside of Eirtaé.  It was a feature only the galaxy’s best dildos and vibrators had, and Padmé had been sure Sabé had spared no expense in procuring this massive weapon.  Eirtaé screamed as the hot pulses of imitation sperm flooded her insides and began to leak out of her in stream after stream of sticky, wet, gooiness.  Padmé who was still sucking feverishly on her clit tasted the sticky substance as it flooded the bedsheets and all over Eirtaé’s pussy.  It was hot, salty, and…delicious.  Padmé found herself hoping the real thing tasted as good.

Eirtaé screamed then went totally silent.  She had passed out in the midst of her orgasmic bliss.  Padmé pulled back slowly, sliding the oversized dildo out of her handmaiden.  As the bulbous head came out with a small ‘popping’ sound, Eirtaé’s pussy flooded the bed with fake cum.

Padmé looked up at her two brunette handmaidens with a smile and laughed as she wiped the fake cum from her chin with the back of her hand.

“OH...MY...GODS...”  Rabé exclaimed, bringing resounding laughter from Padmé and Sabé.  “You two have some secrets, alright.”

Handing the spent dildo to Rabé, Padmé smiled and slowly traced her fingers absently in the still warm fake cum all over the bedsheets.  Rabé timidly took hold of the massive tool like it was the dangerous end of a lightsaber.

“I got it last week.” Sabé explained.  “At our lady’s request of course.”

Padmé looked down at Eirtaé who was still completely oblivious to the world around her.  It was done.  She had taken control of her court from a jealous, mind-game playing girl who had almost succeeded in costing Padmé her most valuable asset: her self-confidence.  Now things would be different.  Eirtaé would stay in line and serve her as a handmaiden should: with humility and respect.  And she had proven something to herself.  She had proven that she could take on a person in a battle of wills and win.  She felt ready now.  Ready to meet with the Trade Federation.

“I need you Rabé,” she said softly. “I need to prepare for negotiations.”

“Milady,” Rabé answered finally taking her eyes off the massive dildo in her hands. “I am yours.”

Padmé nodded with approval.  Sabé winked at her from across the bed.  Together there was nothing that could stop them.

“Eirtaé will stay here on Naboo,” Padmé announced. “My bedsheets need cleaning.  You will both accompany me to the Saak’ak.”

As the handmaidens nodded, Padmé began to mentally prepare herself for what lay ahead.

“Come on.” Padmé said as she stood confidently, wiping the sticky fake Gungan cum from her lips.  “I’ve got a world to save.”

 

Chapter 3

The Neimoidians ships still encircled the planet Naboo despite a week of negotiations.  Padmé had been aboard the Saak’ak negotiating for days now.  For the first time in a week, Qui-Gon allowed himself to breath a bit easy.  The young queen could hold her own, that was certain.  He had spent the entire time on board this large vessel with Obi-Wan at his side.  It had been touch and go for much of the time, but they seemed to be close to succeeding in bringing a peace treaty to the Naboo crisis.

For the first time in seven days, Qui-Gon had an opportunity to contact the Jedi counsel for more than a brief conversation.  There had been too much commotion until now, too many Neimoidian deceptions and delays. 

As Qui-Gon left the bridge and sat exhausted in the Viceroy’s plush chair and activated Code 4 to Coruscant.  The Jedi Counsel quickly appeared as small holograms on the table in front of him.

“Masters.” Qui-Gon greeted them.  “Peace is at hand.  I believe a major invasion has been averted here.”

“Believe an invasion was imminent you may.” Master Yoda’s hologram spoke.  “But acted you have without the approval of the counsel.”

“Master,” Qui-Gon sat forward in his chair, “My apprentice and I were attacked, and our vessel destroyed with all hands aboard.  The Neimoidians claim they did this at the behest of a Sith Lord.”

“Master Qui-Gon.” Senior Jedi Mace Windu addressed him.  “You don’t know the problems you have caused here on Coruscant.”

“Problems?” Qui-Gon asked incredulously.  “In the Senate?”

“Yes.” Mace went on.  “You have all but forced a settlement upon the Trade Federation at the point of your lightsaber.  The Neimoidians have rallied unprecedented support in the Senate by showing images of you storming their bridge and holding them hostage.”

“Hostage!” Qui-Gon exclaimed in anger.  “They tried to assassinate my apprentice and I!  They murdered Republic citizens and they have a droid army larger than any I’ve seen ready to-“

“Never the less,” Yoda interrupted. “Great sentiment against the Jedi you have created.  Even the senator from Naboo denounces your intervention.”

“We’ve saved his planet from an invasion!” Qui-Gon protested.  “Surely the senator must see that.  If he is denouncing our actions then he has his own agenda and is not representing his planet’s interests.”

Qui-Gon paused then continued.  “And what of the Sith?  The fact that they were behind this proves-”

“Not substantiated the return of the Sith has been.” Yoda explained calmly.

“All the Senate sees,” Mace Windu continued. “Is that two Jedi have stepped in and forced a treaty upon the Trade Federation and the Naboo.  Two Jedi have usurped the power of the Senate and the Courts to make the law.  We’ve never seen so much anti-Jedi sentiment on such a scale before.  I’ve been arguing on your behalf before the Senate all morning.”

“Many of the Jedi,” Yoda continued, “Recalled to the temple have been.  Now need we solidarity, more than ever.”

“Masters…” Qui-Gon spoke slowly, trying to contain his frustration. “I have acted for the good of the Naboo and believe I have prevented a Sith plot.  I acted by following my conscience and the will of the force.  If I have exceeded my mandate, I tell you it was for the greater good.”

“Greater good you say, Master Qui-Gon?” Yoda asked cryptically, “What greater good has come?”

“Return to Coruscant at once with your apprentice.”  Mace Windu ordered sternly.  “We will discuss these matters in person.”

“Masters, I tell you this:  If I leave the Naboo system now and don’t see this treaty through to its completion, the Neimoidians will invade and conquer this planet.  I cannot return now.  I cannot leave until peace has been assured here.”

“No more action can you be permitted to take.” Yoda pointed his finger at Qui-Gon’s hologram as he spoke.  “Already much damage done has been.  Return to Coruscant, you must.”

“Masters, with no third party to complete this mediation, the Naboo lose all their bargaining power.  They will be at the mercy of the droid armies of the Trade Federation.”

“Return to Coruscant.” Mace Windu repeated.  “That is all.”

The transmission was cut abruptly.  Qui-Gon stood from the Viceroy’s chair in disgust.  How could they be so blind?!  How could they ignore his warnings of the Sith’s return?  And to leave Naboo now, at this most critical phase…it was madness.

Qui-Gon calmed himself, then stood and walked to the bridge, the doors sliding open to reveal Obi-Wan standing next to the ornately dressed Queen Amidala as the negotiations with the Viceroy dragged on.  As Obi-Wan saw his master approach, he silently walked to his master’s side.

“What did the counsel have to say, master?”

“Apparently,” Qui-Gon said quietly, “Our actions have provoked a galactic controversy.  The counsel orders us to return to the Coruscant immediately.”

“What?!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, then lowered his voice as the Neimoidians looked over to him suspiciously.  “If we leave now, the entire treaty will fall apart.  The Federation will probably invade.”

“I know.” Qui-Gon said ominously.  “That is why you and I must find another solution.”

“Master?”

“Pull up a star chart.”  Qui-Gon ordered, his mind working rapidly, “Find the nearest Hutt-controlled world.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened at the suggestion.  But seeing the determination in his master’s face he assented with a nod. 

“And then?”

“And then…” Qui-Gon said pensively.  “Instruct the Neimoidians to set a course.”

 

Chapter 3

Qui-Gon Jinn led Sio Bibble and Padmé and her two handmaidens into the cavernous palace of Jabba the Hutt.  The Neimoidian delegation of Nute Gunray and Rune Haako followed behind, Gunray’s mecho-chair gave him an overly dramatic, regal countenance, far out of place in this vile building. The dark, dank structure was a stark contrast to the bright desert they had just left.  Landing the Queen’s ship not far from the palace, the envoy made its way cautiously into the looming building.

A strange mechanical spider holding a humanoid brain inside a jar of liquid staggered by them, causing Padmé to gasp in horror.

“A B’omarr monk.” Qui-Gon explained to the young girl.  He had found himself acting as her unofficial advisor more and more in the midst of this crisis.  “They believe they can only achieve enlightenment once free of the confines of the physical.”

Padmé suppressed a shiver as the strange creature disappeared into the shadows.  She felt proud of herself for having risen to the occasion.  She had been as strong as anyone could have for her people so far.  But now…entering the stronghold of a notorious gangster and crime lord to seek his help as a mediator for her dispute with the Trade Federation…it was such an unorthodox solution to their situation.  But Qui-Gon Jinn had thought it the only possible solution.  With pro-Federation sentiment now stronger than ever in the Senate and a treaty as yet unsigned, this seemed to be her only hope to avoid an occupation army of droids defiling her world.  Still, the thought of involving a hutt in her planet’s affairs felt a bit like turning to the dark side.

Qui-Gon led the two parties to a set of large, pig-like Gamorrean guards.  Not being the world’s greatest conversationalists, the guards merely grunted and clanged their axes together in the universal gesture for ‘Do Not Enter.’

“De wanna wonga?” A creaking voice called from the shadows.  A pale skinned, evil looking Twi’lek male stepped from the darkness.

“We want exactly what I explained to you on the holo-channel, my friend.” Qui-Gon answered calmly.  “We seek an audience with your master to mediate a financial dispute.”

Padmé shifted uncomfortably as she looked around the foreboding structure.  She didn’t like the characterization of their dispute as purely financial.  Surely that was what had the Neimoidians here, but to her there were fundamental freedoms at stake.  Still, she realized that the only way a Hutt would ever agree to mediate was if there was money at stake.  This gave them the opportunity to take a percentage…like any good gangsters would.  She remained silent and let Qui-Gon take the lead.

“Ne Jabba, no bada.” The majordomo answered with a sneer.  It was clear there would be no getting past him without a bribe.

“Huh!” Nute Gunray shouted from his uncomfortable mechno-chair behind them.  “I told you this was pointless!  We need FREE negotiations with no Jedi and no Hutt interference.”

Qui-Gon waived his hand and spoke directly to the Twi-lek.  “You will take us to Jabba now and you will be rewarded.”

The Twi-lek shrugged and gestured for them to follow.  “I will take oo to Jabba now.” He muttered.

Qui-Gon smirked at Sio Bibble who raised his grey eyebrows in surprise.  Padmé suppressed a smile of her own.  It was handy to have a Jedi on your side.  Walking to the back of the group, Qui-Gon addressed the Neimoidians.

“You will conduct yourself as gentlemen and negotiate in good faith here, my Neimoidian friends.”

“Huh.” Nute snorted.  “And if we don’t you’ll run us through with your laser-sword, no doubt.”

“Viceroy,” Qui-Gon continued as he walked along side them into the depths of the palace.  “Being disrespectful to a Hutt is far more dangerous than the tip of my blade.”

As the delegation made its way into the heart of Jabba’s palace, Sio Bibble drew close to Padmé.  He looked fearfully towards the path ahead and whispered to the young queen.

“Take care, milady.  There are going to be sights in this palace far worse than anything you can possibly imagine.”

Padmé smiled at his warning, wondering how the old aristocrat would react to the sight of she and her handmaidens devouring each other’s pussies.  Probably he’d have a heart attack.

“I don’t know…” Padmé mused.  “I can imagine quite a bit…”

Sio Bibble’s eyes widened at her statement, but before he could reply, they descended the stairs and were in the presence of Jabba the Hutt himself.

Padmé had chosen not to use Sabé as a decoy, despite the obvious dangers of seeking mediation from a Hutt.  Captain Panaka nearly had a conniption over it and even more so at having been left behind on Naboo.  But with an invasion still a possibility, she had wanted her chief of security home, to guard against the droid threat.  Now suddenly, as the myriad of alien gangsters, petty criminals, and bounty hunters all eyed she and her party, she wished very much for the disguise of a handmaiden, and Panaka’s blaster at her side.

Qui-Gon walked into the center of the court and bowed before the mighty Jabba as the majordomo whispered in his slug-like master’s ear.

“STATE YOUR BUSINESS.”  Jabba bellowed.

“Mighty Jabba, we seek your wisdom and ask your indulgence.”  Qui-Gon explained.  “A financial dispute of massive proportions brings the Naboo and the Trade Federation to your great court, seeking mediation.”

“HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO.”  Jabba laughed disdainfully.  Padmé felt her blood chill at the cruelty behind the huge slug’s mirth.  “I AM TO CLEAN THE MESS OF A JEDI.”

Qui-Gon nodded, undisturbed by the insult.  Clearly, the Trade Federation was flooding the holo-net with his image.

“Indeed, I have made a complicated situation worse.” He conceded.  “We come before you in the hopes your wisdom will succeed where mine has failed.”

“WHAT IS IN IT FOR ME?” Jabba asked, all eyes in the court looking to the massive gangster.  “I DON’T MEDIATE FOR THE REPUBLIC.”

“Mighty Jabba!” Padmé implored, seizing the moment as she stepped to Qui-Gon’s side. “We ask only that you mediate our dispute as you would any other.  If you can help bring about an end to our quarrel I can promise you the eternal devotion of my people.  I beg you…” she implored, taking a knee on the dirty floor.  “To treat both us, and the Trade Federation with the even-handedness your people are renowned for throughout the galaxy.”

Padmé continued to kneel before Jabba for an agonizing few seconds before his voice filled the room.

“HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO.”  He laughed.  “NEVER HAVE I REFUSED SO ELOQUENT A PLEA FROM SO BEAUTIFUL A FEMALE.”

As Jabba licked his lips and gazed down at Padmé with what was unmistakable lust, she shivered at the thought of being any closer to the creature.

“SHOW OUR GUESTS TO THEIR NEW QUARTERS.”  Jabba instructed.  “I WILL MEDIATE THIS DISPUTE.”

Padmé exhaled with relief and returned to her delegation.

Rune Haako leaned in close to his Viceroy’s ear.  “Sir, Jabba is attracted to the young queen.”

“Disgusting.” Nute whispered as he watched the Nabooians follow one of Jabba’s Weequay minions to their temporary living quarters.  “But how does that help us?”

“Humanoid females excite him, sir.” Rune explained as they began following their own escort to their quarters.  “Perhaps it is a weakness we can exploit to our advantage.”

 

Chapter 4

Padmé walked next to Qui-Gon Jinn as the two descended into the depths of Jabba’s palace, with R2-D2 rolling along behind them.  The negotiations had been dragging on for two long days.  She wished they could have talked candidly with Qui-Gon inside the small rooms Jabba had provided.  As seedy as their accommodations were, at least they were less ominous than then dark lower halls of the palace they currently walked through.

Padmé had been allowed to bring a trusty astromech droid from her ship into the palace.  Ostensively R2-D2 was there to provide technical data regarding alternative taxation methods for the outlying star systems.  In truth, the droid was there to scan for listening devices.  A quick scan of their quarters had already revealed half a dozen bugs.  And so they descended together into the hidden depths of Jabba’s vast palace, seeking some privacy to speak.

R2 beeped his assent that they were finally clear of listening devices.  Padmé spoke first.

“I am grateful for all the help you’ve given me, Master Jedi.”

“I fear I have not done enough.” Qui-Gon answered morosely as they turn another dark corner.  “But one thing remains true.  For over two centuries the Hutts have decided financial disputes fairly.  Their solutions are often harsh, but they are just.”

“Even Jabba?” Padmé asked doubtfully.  She had already seen more in this palace than she cared to remember.

“It is a code no Hutt will dare violate.  And it is the only type of deal in which a Hutt cannot be bribed or bought.”

Padmé nodded as they entered an archway.  At least Jabba would provide a resolution to this fiasco.  And allowing her planet to be blockaded or invaded was far too one-sided a solution for Jabba to appear fair.  It would have to be a reassessment of taxation routes and a lowering of the Federation’s yearly payments.  That would likely end the debate.

“Are you an angel?”

Padmé turned to see a small human boy sitting on a table, surrounded by droid parts.  In his hands was the white, skeletal head of an 8D8 series droid the boy had been tinkering with.

“What?” Padmé asked, surprised to see such an innocent looking youth in this den of inequity.

“An angel.” He replied.  “They’re the most beautiful creatures in the universe.”

“You’re a funny little boy…” Padmé replied, “Do you work here?”

“I’m in charge of Jabba’s droids.  I repair them, program them, whatever he needs.”  The small plainly dressed youth turned and deftly connected the 8D8 head to its waiting body.  The skull-like face lit up and it looked to the boy stupidly, awaiting instructions.

“Report to our master’s main audience chamber for instructions.” The boy ordered.  “You are to assist in the Diva’s performance.”

The droid nodded and walked off to complete its orders.

“You’re a slave then?” Padmé asked.

“I’m a person…and my name’s Anakin.” The boy said defiantly.

“I’m sorry,” she replied.  “This is a strange and frightening place to me.  I don’t fully understand everything here.  My name is Padmé.”

Qui-Gon stepped forward, taking a keen interest in the young boy.

“My name is Qui-Gon Jinn.  Have you always lived here in the palace?”

“Heck no.” the Anakin answered, jumping down from the table to walk across the room and begin tinkering with a small power droid that was rolling in circles.  “Jabba just bought me this week.  I used to belong to a Toydarian.  An especially greedy Toydarian named Watto.  But Jabba bought me after I won the Boonta Eve pod race.  And now I tend to his droids.  Jabba wants me to race for him in the next large pod race.  Until then, I need to make myself useful in this slimy place.”

“You won a pod race?” Qui-Gon asked, genuinely impressed.  “You must have Jedi reflexes to have accomplished such a feat.”

Anakin eyed the tall man suspiciously.  “I heard Jabba call you a Jedi.  I can hear everything down here through these droids.  So are you a Jedi?”

Qui-Gon nodded slowly.

“Then why don’t you free the slaves of Tatooine?” he asked simply.  “My mother is still a slave of Watto, most of my friends are owned by one alien or another.  And I’m stuck in this slug pit until the next race.”

“I’m afraid that’s not my mission, Anakin.”  Qui-Gon explained.  He stretched out with his feelings and felt the young boy’s strength…the boy’s power.  The force was strong in him.  Incredibly strong for one so young.  As unorthodox as coming here had seemed at first, Qui-Gon had always felt there was a reason for it.  A reason he had guided the Naboo to Jabba’s palace that had nothing to do with mediation of their dispute.

“Queen Amidala.” Bib Fortuna’s voice echoed through the hallways.  “Jabba aska for oosa.”

Bib entered the room with his typical sneer.  “There is oona performance for all.”

“Alright.” Padmé said, walking to the majordomo.  She gestured for Qui-Gon that it was alright for him to stay here.  She could sense his interest in the young man they had just met.

“You’ll be alright without me?” Qui-Gon asked as she began to follow Bib to back to the main audience chamber.

“Oh sure.”  Padmé said somewhat sarcastically.  “What could possibly go wrong in this place?  Besides, I have R2 to protect me.”

The small droid beeped his intention to defend her as it began rolling after the young queen.  With a smile and a wave to Anakin, she disappeared out the door.

As Bib turned the corner, he turned back to Anakin.  “And oosa slave.  Oosa mother is here.”

“No bada for long.” Bib instructed the brunette woman who entered the room.

“Mom!” Anakin exclaimed as he ran to meet her.

“Oh Ani!” Shmi called out as she embraced her son.

“I thought I’d never see you again mom!” 

Looking up as she hugged her son, Shmi noticed Qui-Gon for the first time.

“I’m sorry to be here, I just had to see my son.  I won’t keep him from his work for long…” she explained.

“Ah mom.” Anakin stepped back from her to explain.  “He doesn’t work for Jabba, he’s a Jedi.”

Qui-Gon nodded to the older woman.  She was very strong in a way, he could see that.  But separation from her son was tearing her in two.

“Qui-Gon Jinn.  I just met your son.”

“I’m Shmi.  Shmi Skywalker.”

“He tells me he just won a pod race.”

“Oh yeah, mom..listen.” Anakin explained sheepishly.  “I had to pull 3PO’s energy cell to get enough power for the pod racer.  I’m sorry he couldn’t help you around the house like I promised.  But I’ve got a power cell here that you can use…”

“Oh Ani, I don’t care about that.” Shmi half cried.  “I’m just so very happy to see you.  And I wouldn’t even know how to get that droid working anyways.”

“Eh.” Anakin shrugged.  “It’s lousy being in this place all the time.  I never get to see you anymore.”

“I know my son.”  Shmi said, her voice cracking with emotion.  “But I think I can visit you once in a while.  I’ve got an arrangement with that Bib Fortuna.”

Shmi looked up guiltily at Qui-Gon as she spoke.  She was sure he could infer exactly what kind of arrangement the poor slave woman had to make to even be allowed down here today.  Sexual favors were a universal form of commerce in Jabba’s palace.

“Mom listen,” Anakin said quietly, looking over to Qui-Gon unsure if he could yet trust the man.  “I’ve deactivated my transmitter bomb.  There’s so much great equipment down here that it was easy.  I can locate yours and deactivate it too and then…”

“Ani, don’t speak of such things.” Shmi scolded him.  “You have to do what Jabba says do you hear me?  It is too dangerous to ever think of escape.”

Qui-Gon’s heart went out to the small family and their plight.  As he watched Shmi embrace her son again, he began to realize that perhaps his true mission here was this young boy.  There was just something about him…

 

Chapter 5

Bib led Padmé back to the audience chamber.  The room was alive with alien music as she and R2-D2 entered and stood near Sio Bibble, Rabé, and Sabé.  The Neimoidans were there as well, though on the other side of the room.  For two days they had gone back and forth over every detail of a peace treaty.  It had put Jabba to sleep several times and nearly driven Padmé to total frustration.  But right now there were no negotiations taking place.  Now Jabba had something in mind for his guests.

The criminal scum all gathered around the Hutt’s throne as the music suddenly changed tempo and became a soft, sensual beat.

A voice rang out from the crowd in a pure, beautiful note that nearly took Padmé’s breath away.  An overhead spotlight illuminated a blue-haired woman wearing what looked like a metal bikini.  The woman began to sing in a language Padmé had never before heard.  But it seemed that every beautiful note from the blue-haired singer spoke directly to Padmé’s soul of both sorrow and loss.  It was a slave’s lament…but there was hope in her voice.  Padmé was in awe that such incredible talent could be found in a place such as this.

“Diva Shaliqua.” Bib Fortuna explained as he gestured to the singer, who was now captivating the room.  Especially Jabba, who was slavering at the singer.

“She’s a Theelin I think,” Rabé whispered into Padmé’s ear.  “Or maybe half-Theelin.  Look at her feet.”

Rabé was right, the woman’s feet betrayed some alien heritage.  But a Theelin HERE?  Padmé could hardly believe one of the most talented creatures in existence, and possibly one of the last of her kind, was a slave to Jabba the Hutt.

As the singer moved across the center of the room, her voice was so beautiful and pure that it nearly moved Padmé to tears.  It seemed so wrong that this amazing talent was being forced to perform here, forced to wear such an uncomfortable and revealing metal bikini, attire that only a Hutt could have designed.

“YUKA!” Jabba ordered in Huttese.  A series of magnetic clasps attached to wires in the ceiling were suddenly lowered above the Diva.  As she continued her performance the magnets clasped to her metal attire and her metal leg-bands.  Suddenly the Diva was lifted into the air as she continued to sing, hitting a higher note than ever before.  The assembled criminals all cheered at the display, which seemed to Padmé more fitting for a cultured opera house on Coruscant or Naboo, than this awful place.  Padmé looked to the back of the room and saw the 8D8 droid from the basement dutifully cranking and moving the wires that suspended the Diva over the crowd, giving them the illusion that the blue-haired beauty was floating over their heads, carried along by the sound of her voice alone.

“What’s this?” Qui-Gon asked, joining the group late.  Shmi stood behind him.  Worried that she had overstayed her welcome, but drawn to the sound of the Diva’s voice nonetheless.

“A performance for Jabba’s guests.”  Padmé said absently as she watched the Diva pass them overhead.

“KONG!” Jabba suddenly bellowed in Huttese.  The 8D8 droid nodded and altered the Diva’s trajectory.  With the precision only a droid could possess, the 8D8 had the leg wires pull the Diva’s thighs apart, while suddenly sending her directly towards the slobbering mouth of Jabba the Hutt.

The Diva began to scream in protest of the violation she could see coming.  The assembled court all began cheering on Jabba, as his tongue slid out in anticipation of his new meal.

“DOGA!” Jabba instructed in Huttese.  The Diva struggled again in protest as the wires suspending her in mid-air brought her ever closer to the Hutt.  “DOGA.”

At Jabba’s instruction, the Diva began to sing again.  Her voice now had a strange, forlorn edge to it as she suddenly came within Jabba’s reach.  Pulling her body to his mouth, the Hutt’s powerful arms tore away the metal bikini bottoms and threw them to the ground with a clang.

Jabba extended his massive tongue to the Diva’s ass-crack and slowly licked his way forward, enveloping her entire ass and pussy with one stroke of his massive tongue.  As the Diva tried to continue singing as Jabba had ordered, she found herself struggling to control her voice.  Jabba lapped and licked and sucked on the ass and pussy of the blue-haired singer as he got his taste of her and began to enjoy it.  The Diva moaned in wanton pleasure as the massive Hutt tongue worked its way up into her pussy and the tip parted her outer lips like a lover’s cock.  “DOGA!” Jabba half mumbled as he continued to lap at her nether region.

The Diva resumed her singing as Jabba devoured her womanhood.  Her voice was still beautiful, but now it began to take on the huskiness of a woman in orgasmic bliss.  As the once clear voice became tainted and impure, it would crack every now and then as Jabba controlled her body with his well practiced, pussy-eating tongue.

“Oh my gods.” Shmi whispered, covering her mouth with her hands.

“It’s unthinkable!” Sio Bibble stammered, feeling light-headed at the lurid display in front of him.

The Diva sang her new song…the song of Jabba the Hutt.  It was sleazy now.  It was controlled by Jabba’s tongue, as he played with her pussy, and thereby controlled her voice.  To Padmé, it almost looked like the Hutt had turned the woman into his own private musical instrument.  Her song became more lustful, more in tune with what was happening to her body with each slime-coated lick of Jabba’s massive tongue.

“He’s tainting her,” Padmé said almost to herself.  “He’s making her song his own…”

“It’s outrageous!” Sio Bibble exclaimed.  Sabé and Rabé had to support the older man by the arms and began leading him back to his quarters, as he was clearly getting light-headed from the spectacle.

The ‘song of Jabba’ was coming from the Diva more insistantly now.  It was building towards a crescendo, just as his instrument of pleasure, Diva Shaliqua was building towards hers.  Her voice echoed through the chamber as it suddenly became a shrieking falsetto.  One pure note of pleasure and ecstasy, that Padmé would forever remember as the sound of a woman cuming.  And as the Diva slumped her body down on top of Jabba’s fat slime-covered head, she at last fell silent.  And the crowd of Jabba’s palace erupted into a frenzy of applause and cheers.

The Diva was slowly carried away by the wires, half dazed.  And Jabba extended his arms to the sides, soaking up the praise of his fellow perverts.

“WONKI JABBA!” He bellowed triumphantly to the assembled patrons.

Padmé turned and left in disgust, following her delegation back to their quarters.

Qui-Gon found Shmi Skywalker crying behind him.  He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and found her trembling.

“Come.” He said softly.  “Let’s talk about getting your son out of here.”

Shmi looked into the tall man’s eyes with wonder.  She nodded resolutely and followed Qui-Gon to his small room in the palace.

 

Chapter 6

As Qui-Gon locked the door behind him, he considered the listening devices embedded in the walls, then realized it didn’t matter.  The fate of a slave boy was not what the many spies of the palace cared to hear about anyways.

“Can you help him?” Shmi implored, wasting no time.  “I had heard rumors of Jabba’s…appetites.  But I’d never seen it before.  Oh please you must help my son.  Can you imagine what will become of him if he grows up in this place?”

“First I must know something.” Qui-Gon said calmly.  “The force is unusually strong in your son.  Who was the boy’s father?”

Shmi looked down and the floor, than back up slowly.  “There was no father.  I carried him, I gave birth to him.  But I can’t explain what happened.”

Qui-Gon nodded in understanding.  It didn’t surprise him as much as he thought it would.  It was the prophecy.  He was sure of it now.  The one who would bring balance to the force.

“Will you help him?” Shmi asked simply.

“Yes.” Qui-Gon answered.  “I can take him with me.  Train him in the ways of the force.  You may not be able to see him again…but he will be free.”

Shmi nodded.  “It’s better than him being here.”

“Then I will free your son.” Qui-Gon announced.  “I swear it.”

Shmi walked over and embraced Qui-Gon.  She gently kissed his cheek.

“Thank you.” She breathed, and kissed him again. “Thank you.”  She kissed him.

“Thank you.” She gently kissed Qui-Gon on the lips.  He pulled back from her ever so slightly.

“It’s not necessary.” He said quietly.  “I’m not doing it-“

“Shhh…” she whispered, kissing him again.  “I’m thanking you.  You’re the man I’ve always dreamed would come and save my son.  A man of conscious.  A man who knows nothing of greed.”

Again the brunette mother kissed Qui-Gon.  He had to admit.  She was incredibly stimulating to him.  Perhaps the display of sexual power Jabba had just put on was affecting him.  Perhaps it was something about this palace, the very walls seemed to exude sexual energy.  Or maybe, he thought with a smile, I’m just attracted to this woman.

Qui-Gon returned Shmi’s kiss passionately.  His hands found their way up her clothing and lifted her shirt to touch her skin.  She moaned into his mouth as his hands embraced her.  She reached down and her small hand found its way into his pants, deftly encircling his ample cock as she mewled with excitement. 

Shmi hooked her thumbs over Qui-Gon’s pants and pushed them down.  Falling to her knees in front of him she took his large cock into her mouth.  Qui-Gon let his head fall back as he closed his eyes and enjoyed her mouth and tongue expertly bringing him to full hardness.

Shmi reached up and gently caressed his balls as she continued her gentle sucking of his hardening prick.

Qui-Gon reached down and lifted Shmi to her feet.  She was truly a beautiful woman in her own way.  He kissed her passionately as he slowly removed her clothing.

Both completely naked now, Qui-Gon walked to the small bed in the cramped room Jabba had provided for him.  Shmi climbed onto the bed, then on top of him.  She reached down and took his fully erect cock in her hand firmly and pressed it up into her wet, waiting slit.

“Ohhhhhh.” She moaned as she slowly impaled herself on Qui-Gon’s large cock.

Qui-Gon reached up and took her breasts in his hands.  Shmi began raising and lowering herself onto him insistently.  He helped her up and down, controlling her movement with his grip on her breasts.

“Huhh…huhh...huhhh” she panted with each thrust down onto his cock. 

Qui-Gon sat up and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.  Shmi extended her arm around his head in an almost motherly gesture, welcoming him to dine on her delicious tits.

“Suck them…” she whispered “Suck me…fuck me…ohhhh gods.”

Shmi began bucking herself forcefully onto him.  She gritted her teeth as she came suddenly and violently, her entire body exploding on top of him.

The overwhelming sensation of Shmi’s pussy contracting all around him in orgasmic bliss pushed the Jedi Master over the edge.  He exploded up into her, grunting as he came, holding onto her small body for dear life.

Qui-Gon laid back onto the bed exhausted.  Shmi collapsed onto his chest, still shaking almost imperceptibly from her orgasm.  Without a word, the two drifted off to sleep.

 

Chapter 7

The Dark Lord of the Sith moved across the balcony, looking out at the Coruscant nightscape as he approached his apprentice, Darth Maul.

“By denouncing the Jedi, I have turned the events on Naboo to my advantage.”  Darth Sidious hissed as he came to stand beside his Zabrak minion.  “Tomorrow’s vote of no confidence shall mark my ascendance.”

Maul nodded silently.  Politics was his master’s arena, and he cared little for it.  All that mattered to him was destroying the Jedi.  He was hungry to be unleashed.

Sidious sensed his pupil’s need for action.  “This rogue Jedi, Qui-Gon Jinn, threatens to undo everything I have worked for.  If the Hutts mediate a treaty before I am elected, it will be…a set back.”

“I understand, master.”  Maul answered, “At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi…At last we will have revenge.”

“Move against the Hutt first.” Sidious instructed.  “His death by a lightsaber will implicate the Jedi.”

Maul nodded silently and looked to his master for final approval.

“Then move against the Jedi.”

As Darth Sidious turned to enter his meditation chamber Maul seethed with anticipation for the hunt ahead.  He was ready.

“Now go.” Sidious instructed.  “They will be no match for you.  I have…important matters to attend to.”

Darth Sidious disappeared into the darkness of his meditation chamber.

 

Chapter 8

As Qui-Gon drifted in a dream-state, he felt the force pulling his thoughts into clarity.

Qui-Gon recognized his vision at once for what it was.  A Jedi could dream like anyone else.  But when the force spoke directly to your subconscious, the clarity could hardly be confused for a dream.  Qui-Gon had spent so many decades focusing on the moment, on the living force, that a vision of things to come caught him completely by surprise.  And yet here it was, he was seeing the Jedi temple from mid-air, as if he were floating above it.  And somehow he knew he was seeing things that were yet to come.

A dark force of men flooded into the Jedi temple’s entrance.  They flooded in from every direction at once, looking to Qui-Gon like a swarm of insects…locusts.  He couldn’t make out their features in his dream-like vision. But their purpose was clear: they were here to destroy the Jedi utterly.

Qui-Gon seemed to float towards the temple walls.  Suddenly he passed through the superstructure and was seeing events from inside.  There were screams and suffering.  There was pain and death.  The Jedi fought valiantly, as they always did.  But the army arrayed against them was massive…too immense for the Jedi to fight back.  Although he could not make out individual Jedi, he could feel the pain of their passing.  The pain of their dying.  It was horrifying.  It was the destruction of the Jedi Order.  And the dark side of the force surrounded the Jedi as the evil army closed in on all sides.

No.  He spoke with his mind.  I will not let this happen.  I will stop it, not matter the cost.

Suddenly he felt himself being pulled away.  He drifted out of the burning Jedi temple and was carried up into the sky and then into the blackness of space itself.  He crossed light-years in seconds, faster than any hyper-drive could ever carry him.  And suddenly before him was a planet.  A strange planet, alone and isolated in the night of space.  As he drew in closer he could feel the ebb and flow of the liquid surface.  It was a water-world.  It spun in space before him, its tides sending waves hundreds of feet in the air, only to crash down again, over and over.  A water-world.  Alone in the night.

Suddenly the water-world receded into space.  It became a small circle of blue.  Then the blue suddenly became the blue eye of the boy.  The blue eye of Anakin Skywalker.  As the boy’s face appeared before him, Qui-Gon struggled to make sense of his vision.  Suddenly, there was another Anakin visage off to his left, then another to his right.  Then another and another.  The stars themselves were all transforming into the eyes of Anakin Skywalker.  Until he was surrounded by thousands of them…millions of them.  Millions of Anakins, all glowing with the power of the stars…the power of the force.  Qui-Gon felt like he was drowning in a sea of Anakins when suddenly he awoke, gasping for breath.

Shmi was next to him in the small bed.  His stirring roused her and she turned to place a hand on his chest, calming him.

“You had a dream…” she soothed him. “It’s alright.”

“No…” Qui-Gon said resolutely.  “It was much more than that…”

Shmi said nothing, while Qui-Gon struggled to make sense of his vision.  Even now it was hard to keep straight in his mind.  But one thing he remembered was the darkness to come.  And Anakin.  Anakin was the key…somehow.

“It was about your son, Shmi.”  He explained.  “I think he may be the only hope for the galaxy.”

Qui-Gon stood and hastily dressed himself, heading for the door.

“I have to contact the Jedi Counsel.” He said as he left the room.  “I have to make them understand.”

Shmi watched him go silently.  She needed to get back to Watto before she was missed.

 

Chapter 9

“Disobeyed our express instructions, you have.”  Master Yoda said disdainfully.  “Now…matters are worse.”

“Please hear me Master Yoda.” Qui-Gon implored over the holo-link inside the cockpit of Padmé’s starship.  “This boy I’ve discovered is something incredible.  I believe him to be a Vergence.”

“A Vergence you say.”  Yoda mused.  “Refer you to the Prophecy?”

“Master I have just had a vision of the future.” Qui-Gon considered keeping the details to himself, but thought it too important to be reserved.  “The boy is the key somehow.  I fear that without him the Sith will destroy the Jedi utterly.”

“The Sith again, you say.” Yoda frowned.  “Master Qui-Gon, not proven to have returned have the Sith been.”

Qui-Gon gritted his teeth in frustration.  He was getting nowhere fast.  “Is Master Windu there?”

“Stepped down as Senior Jedi, Master Windu has.” Yoda announced fretfully.  “His support of you in the Senate, much has cost him.”

Qui-Gon could hardly believe it.  Mace had stepped down…Yoda would not hear him out about the boy…the Sith were moving again and no one believed him.  It was beyond frustrating.

“Return to Coruscant with your padawan, Master Qui-Gon.” Yoda ordered.  “Answer you must for the problems you have created.”

“I will…” Qui-Gon began.  He could do little more on Coruscant, he was sure of that.  All that was waiting for him there was a political inquisition both within and without the Jedi temple.  “I will do what I must.  Goodbye Master Yoda.”

Without another word, Qui-Gon cut the transmission, pressing the one button on Padmé’s ship that seemed to control every important function.

Pressing the button again, he signaled the Saak’ak in orbit and was greeted by Obi-Wan’s hologram.

“Master,” Obi-Wan stammered, “have you heard about Master Windu stepping down from the counsel?”

“Yes, Obi-Wan.  I fear loyalty to me has become a serious liability.”

“Well you need not worry Master,” Obi-Wan said jovially, “we can always find jobs as moisture farmers here on Tatooine.”

Qui-Gon smiled wryly.  His pupil always had an ability to make light of bad situations.

“I’m coming down to join you.  I sense you need me.” Obi-Wan explained, already getting up from his chair.

“Who will prevent the Neimoidians from retaking their ship without you aboard?”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about it, master.” Obi-Wan smiled.  “The truth is, without the Viceroy aboard, they are quite docile.  Dare I say, a bit clueless.”

“Alright.” Qui-Gon answered.  “I’ll see you in the palace.  I sense the negotiations are almost complete.”

Qui-Gon cut the transmission and considered his next move.  In truth there seemed little place for him in the Jedi Order now.  And his actions in this matter had already cost his friend Mace Windu his position in the Jedi Counsel.  He would not let Obi-Wan bear the burden of his actions.  He would have to leave both Obi-Wan and the Order completely.  And he would have to take the boy with him.

 

Chapter 10

The doors of Jabba’s palace opened, seemly on their own.  A dark, hooded figure stood in the entryway, his two shadows casting long into the room from the twin Tatooine suns behind him.  As the dark figure entered he was greeted by two Gamorreans who blocked his way.  A sudden hiss of a double-bladed lightsaber caught their attention as the figure suddenly lunged forward with an uncanny burst of speed.  He slashed as he somersaulted over the two guards, who never had time to react.  Landing on his feet behind them, the dark figure deactivated his crimson blade and descended into the depths of the palace.  He did not look back to see the heads of the Gamorreans fall off in almost perfect unison and hit the floor with a sickening thud.

Watching through a security droid’s camera in the basement, Anakin’s eyes widened as he saw the two Gamorreans decapitated.  Finally their headless bodies collapsed, as if realizing that they were, indeed dead.

“Whoa!” Anakin exclaimed.  He sprinted for the stairs to warn everyone.  Something wicked was coming their way.

 

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“Then it is settled!” Nute Gunray announced triumphantly.  “We have our treaty.”

Padmé sighed and nodded.  It was an awful treaty to be sure.  It had given such atrocious tax breaks to the Trade Federation that they honestly had no reason to blockade or invade Naboo any longer.  And of course, Jabba had been promised a rather large percentage of the Federation’s revenue for next year to cover his mediation fees.

She would have to instruct Senator Palpatine to vote against the taxation of outlying star systems for the next two years straight.  It effectively undid the entire attempt to reign-in the growing power of the Trade Federation.  But the blockade would be ended immediately.  The droid invasion was now an impossibility.  And she had Qui-Gon Jinn…and in a way even Jabba the Hutt, to thank for her world’s continued autonomy.  It was a strange galaxy indeed.

Both Nute and Padmé signed the datapad, memorializing their agreement.  Jabba made his mark as well, leaving a trail of slime on the datapad from his touch.  How appropriate, Padmé mused.

“NOW MY YOUNG QUEEN.” The Hutt said coyly, “PERHAPS YOU AND YOUR HANDMAIDENS WOULD CARE TO SPEND SOME TIME HERE AND CELEBRATE.”

“Your kindness overwhelms me, mighty Jabba.” She answered diplomatically, “But I fear my people need me now more than ever.”

“HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO.” Jabba nodded.  “ANOTHER TIME THEN, MY LOVELY.”

Padmé bowed to her host, nodded to the Neimoidians and turned to leave.  She suddenly saw the panicked face of Anakin as he ran into the room and shouted.

“Thermal detonator!  Everyone get down!” he shouted.

In slow motion, as her mind took it in, Padmé saw the silver explosive levitating its way into the center of the court.  Before she could trace its flight path back to the source, she felt Sio Bibble pushing her onto the ground and covering her with his body.  The explosion shook the audience chamber like the wrath of the gods.  Padmé’s hearing was replaced by a high pitched hum that seemed to drown out everything else.  As the smoke cleared she felt Sio’s weight crushing down upon her.  Pushing him off, she saw that the explosion had ripped into the older man’s back and left him a bloody mess.  His eyes starred vacantly at nothing at all.  He had saved her life.  And he was quite dead.

Sabé and Rabé had been further away from the blast and they coughed violently in the smoke filled room.  Jabba let out a scream of outrage and pain as thermal burns had singed much of his slime-covered torso.

Nute Gunray was alright, his mecho-chair having saved his life by bearing the brunt of the explosion.  He scurried out of the room on all fours like a coward.  But Rune Haako was a bloody mess on the floor, his clothing and body shattered by the explosive.

Most of the surviving occupants fled the room and now a single dark figure emerged from the smoke.  It advanced like harbinger of death, approaching Jabba with an eerie calm.

Padmé struggled to free herself from under Sio Bibble’s dead weight as a red blade ignited and slashed raggedly forth towards Jabba’s neck.

“OODA! Ughglaaaaaa!” the Hutt gurgled as the lightsaber slit his throat.  With a horrendous speed and skill, the attacker spun and stabbed Jabba again, this time nearly decapitating the Hutt.  Jabba’s gruesome death only a few feet away brought a horrified scream from Padmé.

A small hand gripped hers firmly and pulled her back from the carnage.  Padmé turned to see Anakin, slightly singed himself, pulling her away from the dark warrior.

“Come on!” he screamed as he began leading her to safety.  As dazed as she was, Padmé crawled back a few feet and grabbed the freshly signed datapad containing the newly signed treaty.  It still glowed with power and had not been erased by the explosion.

“What are you doing?!” Anakin screamed as the dark warrior focused on Padmé picking up the datapad in the clearing smoke.  His demonic face parted the smoke and his cruel horned head and burning eyes locked with Padmé’s for a moment.  He was pure evil.

“Let’s go!” Anakin yelled.

Padmé turned and ran with the small boy, following him up and out of the room.  

Just as the smoke cleared and Darth Maul prepared to eviscerate the two fleeing youths, a green glow off to the right caught his attention.

Qui-Gon Jinn entered the room, his lightsaber ready.

“Aren’t you a little short for a Sith?”

Maul forgot everything but the arrogant Jedi in front of him.  Igniting his second blade, he leapt into his attack.

Qui-Gon deflected the initial assault and pressed his own attack back.  The Sith blocked the attack with his dual blade and returned to the offensive almost immediately.  Qui-Gon gave ground and backed up into the middle of the room.  The Sith Lord glared at him and attacked again.  Qui-Gon parried the blur of red motion and then tried to press for an opening.  For the first time in his life, Qui-Gon began to wonder if he was perhaps overmatched with a blade.

The epic clash of blades continued.  It ranged all over the blasted remains of Jabba’s throne room.  The two blade-masters continued to probe each other for weaknesses in a blinding display of skill and speed.

Qui-Gon felt himself tiring under the relentless attacks of the Sith Lord. The dual crimson blade struck repeatedly in a withering vortex of pure hatred. The Sith Lord was younger, his force-mastery centered upon personal combat. Qui-Gon could find no flaws in his form, only the perfection of a force user who had dedicated himself to this very moment for the express purpose of striking down a Jedi.



Through the force, Qui-Gon could sense the approach of his apprentice, now entering the palace.  Perhaps if he could hold out, they could defeat this menacing phantom warrior together. Qui-Gon felt his concentration wavering. It was nearly impossible to continually anticipate the Sith Lord’s unending variations and improvisations.



The Sith Lord pulled back from his attack, the hatred inside him fueling his power. Qui-Gon realized that he was only seconds away from defeat. The Sith sensed he was tiring. The next parry would be too much for him to defend against. Qui-Gon focused his thoughts on the will of the force. Was it his time to become one with the living force?



At once the attack came. The Sith Lord slashed right and left with his duel blade, it was too much to follow, Qui-Gon was losing his focus on the moment.



And at once he felt the serenity of the force close over him. He suddenly saw it—the flaw in the Sith Lord’s attack. It was all based upon counter-moves. The initial attack would allow the secondary attack to be on the Sith’s terms, his form relied on controlling an opponent by controlling the opponent’s defense. If one could make an unexpected move to cause a moment of hesitation….and then quickly capitalize upon that moment….



In desperation, Qui-Gon Jinn did the only unexpected thing he could. He shifted his footing, bringing himself directly into the blade’s incoming path. He could hear Obi-Wan gasp in horror as the padawan entered the room only seconds too late to help.  As the Sith cut into his left arm Qui-Gon ignored the pain and let the force guide his green blade with his remaining arm.



For a split second, the Sith Lord showed surprise that his prey had stepped into his attack rather than blocking it. The Jedi’s arm was severed in one stroke just above the elbow. As the dark warrior spun to finish his flurry and decapitate his foe, his vision was filled with a bright green as Qui-Gon stabbed his lightsaber directly through the Sith’s face.



The green saber pierced the wall behind the Sith Lord as Qui-Gon released his saber and stepped back. The black and red figure convulsed once, then hung there limply, impaled through the face by Qui-Gon’s blade. It was over. Qui-Gon fell to his knees, his severed arm on the floor next to him.



Obi-wan ran to his master’s aid, kneeling next to him. Qui-Gon fell back in exhaustion as Obi-wan cradled his mentor.



“Master! I have you!”



“It’s alright Obi-wan,” Qui-Gon said softly. “It’s finished.”



“At what cost, Master?” Obi-wan sobbed looking at the severed stump of his beloved master’s arm in the midst of the carnage all around them.



“It can be repaired by friend.” Qui-Gon said, his connection to the force helping to control the pain of his wound. “All is as it should be.”



“Let me get you out of here master. Let me get you back to Coruscant.”



Qui-Gon looked up at his pupil affectionately. “The boy….I must train him, Obi-wan…..he, he is the chosen one.”



“The chosen one?  You’re in no shape to train anyone right now…you have to come with me to-”



“I will train him Obi-wan.” Qui-Gon said with the strength of a man determined. “Anakin Skywalker will be my new apprentice. I will not be returning to Coruscant. ”

 

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Quotes from George Lucas's movie Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (1999)