8 comments/ 92374 views/ 102 favorites Star Wars: The Legion Saga By: Star Wars: The Legion Saga 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." Star Wars: The Legion Saga "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.