"This story is a Work of pure fan fiction and is in no way reflected or
related to the focus George Lucas or his creations."
By: Paullex "Sketkh" Lynch
A long time ago, In a Galaxy far, far away.
Main title [cue music]
STAR WARS: LEGACY Episode II "The Balance" It has been twenty-one years since the hatching and subsequent rebirth of the Old Republic Clones and the battle of the Rishi-Maze which spearheaded the further battles to come in the New War for the Light. Many Jedi, including those replicas of the Old order have fought relentlessly against the ever elusive Sith and the Jedi are thankful that there has yet to be another incident like that at Umgul, but time brings tension. While the Jedi order and the New Republic grow strong they fear that the Sith are doing the same. At this moment, The Galactic Senate of the Republic is meeting to discuss matters of protection for the sovereign worlds of the Unknown- territory, fearing the influence of dark forces, thousands of dignitaries from all over the Republic have flown to Coruscant. Including Padme Amidala, Senatorial Ambassador to The Galactic Senate and the people of Naboo, to express her concern over this matter, but little does she know that as her royal cruiser glides to the Capital planet of Coruscant, there are darker forces working against her.
CHAPTER 1
Stars were suddenly becoming overpowered by the abundance of artificial lights that emitted from the engines of hundreds upon thousands a starships, each varying in size and origin, flying in every direction allowed by the coruscant system flight controller as the nubian royal cruiser entered the city planet's boarders, only adding to the gleaming objects that shined in the system, with its solid mirror hull that was traditional of Naboo's ship designers for such highly regarded dignitaries. Such dignitaries as Ambassador Amidala, one of the few clones of Kamino to not undergo the graces of Jedi training, Padme Amidala was a woman of devotion and selflessness and from what research she could gather from historical documents, she was much like her template beyond that of the similar genetic sequencing. With this constantly on her mind, Padme strived to do her former justice by following in her steps, not ever taking on the role of Queen, like the original Amidala, she preferred the senatorial path rather than the royal title, only because she had a desire for travel and the limits of a queen often defied that passion. But as an Ambassador, Padme would serve her people and quite possibly the entire republic government in the deliberations of this week's conference. She knew of its importance to the war effort, while she had never seen a Sith up close she was well aware of her own origins and the events which led to her survival, over two decades ago. Another reason Padme felt she owed the Jedi, if were it not for the valiant efforts of one Padawan by the name of Aled Oden, the son of the very woman who had been part of the Jedi team that discovered her in embryonic status on Kamino, she might not be alive to have accomplished so much in her young age. She was grateful of the fateful encounter six years ago on her homeworld, back when she was only mere advisor's aide and the dashing Aled was an apprentice to the reptilian Jedi Master, Grem Venad who were both assigned to act as bodyguards for her senator and mentor during the Asilon incident. Soon Padme's thoughts began to dwell on that moment the handsome orveasian had saved her life by instinctively shielding her slender body with his own from a suicide bomber droid that attempted to take her senator's life. But thankfully, due to the presence of him and his Master during that time of conflict, Padme got to know him quite well, even go as far to say to herself that she was somewhat attracted to the Jedi Padawan. 'Perhaps I might see him on the surface?' she thought to herself while she made preparations for her rendezvous on Coruscant with Supreme High Chancellor Antilles. Padme quickly shook the thought out of her head, the odds of that happening with all the Jedi there from the entire galaxy, it is highly doubtful that she would run into Aled. Padme turned her head to look over her shoulder to the entrance of her private quarters as she sat at her fresher mirror, tightening her hair back into an artistically detailed bun, to see her loyal handmaiden Sollta enter. "We have entered Coruscant space M'lady" the hooded woman said with the utmost respect for her superior and friend. Padme simply nodded to confirm the report before stating her orders. "Thank you Sollta, please inform Mitre and Tuhmi that I wish to prepare for our arrival." "Of course M'lady." And the handmaiden left the royal quarters to retrieve her cohorts to prepare their Ambassador for her arrival on the capital world.
The silver nubian vessel gracefully entered the shimmering atmosphere of the even more brightly lit Coruscant. Gliding its way through the massive buildings and free standing towers that covered the entirety of the planets landscape, until it came upon it landing space, a small hovering landing port that would act as the ship's surrogate home since the planet was too cluttered with permanent structures to provide a more traditional landing space. On the platform stood Chancellor Antilles and six of her most trusted guards, each clad in their sturdy but aesthetically pleasing royal blue armor and ankle length capes which barely covered the front of their well protected uniforms and matching helmets with simple one piece visors for vision and one large fin, each varying in size and color to accommodate the guards rank. Antilles, dawned her simple but expensive robes displaying her origins and status among the people of Coruscant, flanked by six heavily armed, well built men, three on either side, she walked onto the open port from her smaller personal speeder shuttle. The Chancellor and her posse of protectors kept their distance from the nubian transport as its thin landing struts finally touched down on the decking of the hover port, producing a slight 'clanking' sound as the engines deactivated releasing the full weight of the ship to press down on the small parking supports which were digging into the metal floor paneling of the landing port. Majel Antilles folded her hands in front of her as the ship before her began to slowly extended its gangplank, she rolled her eyes over to the guard closest to her right with the only red helmet fin, gritting her teeth as she spoke to the rifle baring man. "I hope you are satisfied to see nothing has happened to the vessel." "She has yet to step off the ship your honor. That in itself gives us no reason to lower our guard" The man replied with a muffled voice being distorted by the mantel of his headpiece, not taking his hidden gaze off the open hatch as several Naboo security guards began to spill out onto the landing port creating a small perimeter to flank the access hatch before their Ambassador could safely exit the craft. The red finned guard then raised his left hand to tap the built in helmet comm. device to speak with the two men keeping a watchful eye in the nearby speeder garage. "Keep your eyes open, here she comes." "We copy." One of the familiar voices replied as a figure began to immerge from the bowels of the Naboo star cruiser. The Chancellor and even a few of her guards, especially the one to her right, were almost breath taken by the sight of dark haired woman who was drabbed in a large velvet blue gown step off the overly reflective ship closely followed by four other women garbed in thin dark violet hooded robes that concealed most of their faces, adding mystery to their highly unpublicized duties. The Ambassador was dressed in a much thicker ensemble compared to that of her handmaidens, beside the primary layer of the gown, which was most likely concealing energy dampening slips to prevent serious injury incase of the unthinkable, the nubian dignitary was sporting an elegant silver and gold beaded bib-like crest which ran along the crook of her neck and ending at a point in the middle of her chest with coordinating wrist bands that were tightly bound to her forearms. But the center piece of this 'costume' of sorts, was completely topped off by Amidala's tiara that was intertwined with her chestnut hued hair to secure it to her head, while a thin layer of white sapphire chained beads hung freely from her forehead to her nose: shielding her face beyond familiarity, but still establishing her unique public identity as the Ambassador of Naboo to Antilles and her group of personal guards. The Chancellor closed the distance between the young woman and herself, but still never to far from their respective protectors arm reach. "It brings me great pleasure to see you once again Ambassador." Majel bowed, the woman before her simply nodded, so as to not fling her head piece loose from her scalp. "Thank your Chancellor." she replied in a stone clear tone that reflected little error or variance. ".While I'm honored to see you as I well. I do believe I can find my way to my suit at plaza." She humored, forcing Majel to fake a smile so as not to hint at the true intentions of her meeting with Amidala. "Well it's not that often that I get to share a few precious moments with one of the few dignitary under my grace who happened to have been a product of ancient Kaminoan race." The guard to Antilles's right could have sworn he saw a small smirk pass on the face of one of the Ambassador's handmaidens, which seemed surprisingly familiar, only proving to his eyes, what his senses could not deny. He smiled at his epiphany underneath the mask of his helmet, but that thought quickly jolted out his mind as a familiar voice filled his ears once again, this time with great caution. "We're picking up a cloaked object heading directly for the landing platform!" Mace warned with a roaring awareness in his tone. "It's uncloaking can't you see it?" The blue armored man wasted no time in sensing the flying assassin droid create its waves of possible doom in the river of the Force, he abruptly tossed aside his pulse rifle, causing his present company of politicians and their security teams to throw startled looks of varying types to the royal guard. "Duck!" he shouted as he stepped back between the ambassador and her handmaidens. Padme didn't know what to do but reach for her blaster as she raised it to point at the open sky that was filled with blinding lights and speeder traffic. "There." the royal guard nodded to a small dot in the sky that seemed to be getting larger as it sped towards the open landing port. "Fire!" Chancellor Antilles ordered to her guards, they did so as the nubian security team followed suit of their Coruscant counterparts. Firing wildly into the air trying their hardest to hit the oncoming device as best they could without unleashing unnecessary damage to the surrounding environment but failing to do so as the probe was well defended. "It's shielded!" one of the soldiers from Naboo shouted as the red finned royal guard reached into the pouch of his uniform to pull out a small cylindrical object. It was a Lightsabre. Then the guard ignited the weapon's deep blue blade of light proving to all unexpecting onlookers including Padme, that there is a Jedi in their presence. As the guard deflected every blast that the droid shot at the woman in the lushes gown as she crouched down behind a human barrier of her own security team while the other royal guards surrounded their own majesty, and continued to thwart off the charging threat. Not taking the nubian soldier's statement likely before the spherical droid could reach the port and cause more any harm, for it most likely was set for a suicide attack, which also implied that it was not only armed to the teeth, but that is was packed with explosives. The undercover Jedi leapt up into the open coruscant air, with reflexes only possessed by a skilled Jedi warrior still deflecting the oncoming barrage of pulse blasts as he seemingly 'flew' at the source of danger. Once the Jedi and the assassin bot were close enough, the blue armored man managed to place his left foot on the top of the round droids steal surface as he made a powerful slash through the enemy's shields, splitting the orb in two, which ignited its explosive contents. Sending the Jedi to fall, as of the blast, to the bottomless surface of coruscant below, but still with the utmost calm and composure as he opened his mind to his fellow Jedi. 'I could really use some assistance here.' he hinted with his composure weakening as the tops of building and high-air speeder traffic became less and less discernable by his rapid decent. '...I've got it taken care of!' Obi-wan replied. As the falling Jedi came to an informal collision with the back of Obi-wan's open air speeder that rang of cracked armor and even possibly cracked bones. "Are you alright?" Obi-wan pressed from over behind the driver's seat.
"I'll be Okay." the disheveled figure responded. "...where is Mace?" he said while deactivating his blue lightsabre, casting the blade of light back into its hilt emitter. "After that little stunt of yours he immediately sent me after you while he kept watch over the Ambassador and the Chancellor." Obi-wan said as he piloted the speeder back to the landing port, which took less time than it did for his friend to fall the same distance.
The landing port was once shimmering surface was now tainted by the scorches of heavy pulse energy impacts, but Mace Windu thankfully noted that no one appeared to be hurt as he hopped off his nire-class speeder bike and ran to inspect what injuries the Chancellor and the Naboo Ambassador might have suffered. "Is everyone alright?" Mace's young but deep voice injected with calm but earnest concern. "All appears to be fine thanks to you and your cohorts Noble Windu." Antilles grinned slightly as the transport that saved her undercover Jedi protector also parked in a stationary position next the dark skinned Jedi's own vehicle. "Ambassador Amidala, may I introduce to you Mace Windu, Jedi knight. He also is one of many products of the Kamino event." "Yes I know Chancellor, we have met before during the Asilon incident." The gowned woman replied as Padme saw two figures emerge from the newly landed speeder, one of them was dressed very much like Mace, assuming that he too was a Jedi like him with the earth toned tunic and deep leather boots and the lightsabre that hung from his belt. The other being the same royal guard who had saved her and her soldiers life's from the suicide droid by valiantly sacrificing himself, much like someone else she knew. The two men stood to either side of the young Mace, as he introduced them the Jedi in disguise began to unlatch his helmet. "These are my associates." He waved his left arm to indicate Obi-Wan on his right. "May I introduce to you Ambassador, Noble Obi-wan Kenobi..." the light brown haired man shook the stunningly dressed woman's hand as it was offered to him. "M'lady." He smiled as he gave a small bow of respect to the gowned woman before him and Mace named the mysterious man on his other side. Padme's eyes focused on her savior as he removed his head piece and discarded it to one of the other Royal guards. Her eyes reflected a pleasant feeling upon seeing who it was from underneath her violet hood. He was much taller than when she last saw him, towering over her unlike when they last met, his hair was shorter too, but tussled, most likely from wearing the helmet so long. His skin was darker than Obi- wan's but nothing noticeable when compared to Mace's own flesh and his eyes set him apart from any other person she had encountered ever before in her life: pure silver irises which rivaled in brightness to the nightlights of the gigantic Skyscrapers that filled her vision beyond the people in her company. ".and I do believe you remember Noble Oden." Mace gestured to his orveasian friend as Aled took Mitre's hand in his own, still gloved one. Moving it lightly up and down politely as he looked her in the eyes through the vale of white beads, causing Padme to silently pray that he would not do anything to blow her cover. "It is good to see you once again Ambassador." His voice rang through her handmaiden's hood, and spilled into her ears. "I had only hoped it would be under better circumstances." "Well needless to say Jedi Oden, I am pleased to see you none the less." Mitre said in her masking tone as the Amidala decoy as she recalled the discussions she had with Padme over her past experiences when ever needed to meet with someone of her past. She gave a childish smile, remembering the detail Padme had used to describe one handsome Padawan by the name of Aled Oden and Mitre could see why she had kept such thoughts of the man before her. "I do apologize for the secrecy of these Jedi protectors Ambassador Amidala, but the Jedi believe that your life has become endangered." Chancellor Antilles injected as she led the Ambassador and her bodyguards along with their Jedi enforcers to her personal transport awaiting them at the far edge of the landing port. "My transport will take you to the plaza where we will have your luggage sent once your cargo hold has been thoroughly inspected it is at the request of the Jedi high council that these Jedi present to will serve as your personnel protectors while you are staying here on the planet." She concluded. "Is that really necessary?" Padme chimed in, not caring for the risk of being recognized as her true self. "With all do respect to the Jedi, I believe we can offer proper protection for M'lady, we have been trained to meet any possible incursion." Aled's prior thoughts were confirmed, Mitre's voice while convincing with her face masked, there was no way she could ever mimic that same free spirit that was Padme Amidala, something the young knight found quite fetching in the equally aged woman. He knew her secret now and she could see it in his eyes as he spoke to her. "The Council doses not mean to insult the abilities of the Nubian Handmaidens, nor their conviction and loyalties to those they have sworn to protect." He stated in a clear and determined tone, standing close enough to see the light reveal her eyes from under the shadows of her cowl as Padme looked up at the man speaking to her. The present onlookers halting in step as the Jedi spoke to the slender violet colored figure, the other two Jedi of the group being the only ones to truly read the emotions between them. 'What is it with this Handmaiden that Aled would have such sensations for?' Obi-wan inquired to Mace via their bonds in the Force 'I'll tell you later.' He answered as Aled continued on. ".But if you must know why we are assigned to your superior's side, all I can really disclose is that there are Darker forces at work that only a Jedi could have a chance to withstand!" he concluded. Sending Padme a flowing sensation of calm and understanding to ease her nerves on this topic. She gave no response simply returned her gaze to Mitre so she might acknowledge her confidence in this Jedi's statement with a simple hidden nod. "I apologize for my handmaiden's outburst Noble Oden, some say that her beliefs while sound are not always well presented." the decoy said to Aled, subsequently causing Padme to sneer at Mitre, while Tuhmi, Sollta and Wayi fought back the urge to laugh. "That's alright Ambassador, she is only concerned with your safety which is something we can both agree on." Aled smirked as the group continued their pace to the Chancellor's transport. When they finally reached the vehicle Mace informed it's passengers of their next actions. "I will escort your transport to the plaza Ambassador. While Obi-wan and Aled inform the High council of tonight's incident, so as to seek the next most prudent course of action." "Thank you Jedi Windu." Mirte looked to the other Jedi to bid them the proper farewell as the young but bald Mace hopped onto his shovel- faced air bike. "Jedi Kenobi, Jedi Oden, I and my personal guards await our next encounter, perhaps it will not be quite as long this time." Then she and her Handmaidens filed into the flyer, but not before Padme could sneak a tiny wink to Aled, making Obi-wan instinctively raise his brow in confusion, before the Chancellor and the Royal senate guards followed suit. "Tell your mother I send my greetings Noble Oden." Antilles said in an informal manner. "I will, your honor. May the Force be with you!" he bowed as a sign of respect for his mother's friend and his head of government. "And May the Force be with you as well!" she returned just as warmly as before, now retiring to her transport as it set off into the horizon of the night closely pursued by Mace Windu, riding upon his speeder bike. Aled began to walk back to the dark blue sir speeder that Obi-wan had piloted before to save his life, until Obi-wan sought to seek an answer to his befuddlement. "What was that all about?" he said as his orveasian friend leaped into the craft then reached for a small duffle in that contained his Jedi robes, answering Obi-wan's inquiry with honest confusion of his own. "What do you mean?" Aled replied as he began to undue the first layers of his armored disguise while Obi-wan entered into the driver's seat. "Don't try and play coy with me Aled!" He warned with a teasing look on his face. "Even the most simple minded of Padawan's could sense the intensity being shared between you and that Handmaiden back there." The silver eyed Aled chuckled upon realization of subject that Obi-wan was mentioning, Aled continued as he unlatched his cap and tossed it off the main chasse of his steel vest. "Well.that is a bit of a long story.and.um" Obi-wan's blue eyes grew with amazement. "Oh Force! Someone hail the healers Aled Oden is at a loss for words!" with that joke made, Aled tossed one of his thick gloves at Obi-wan's brown-haired head. "If you don't mind I'm trying to change here!" a muffled voice said through a dark blue over-shirt. Obi-wan then dropped the subject as he activated the speeder repulsors and parted its parking struts from the landing port, pivoting its body until it was pointing in the desired destination. Then when Obi-wan could see the distant spires of the Jedi temple in his sights, he pounded on the throttle with his foot against the engine peddle, darting the air speeder into the coruscant night and to the great monolith that is the capital building of the New Ossus district almost throwing Aled out of the passenger side opening.
By: Paullex "Sketkh" Lynch
A long time ago, In a Galaxy far, far away.
Main title [cue music]
STAR WARS: LEGACY Episode II "The Balance" It has been twenty-one years since the hatching and subsequent rebirth of the Old Republic Clones and the battle of the Rishi-Maze which spearheaded the further battles to come in the New War for the Light. Many Jedi, including those replicas of the Old order have fought relentlessly against the ever elusive Sith and the Jedi are thankful that there has yet to be another incident like that at Umgul, but time brings tension. While the Jedi order and the New Republic grow strong they fear that the Sith are doing the same. At this moment, The Galactic Senate of the Republic is meeting to discuss matters of protection for the sovereign worlds of the Unknown- territory, fearing the influence of dark forces, thousands of dignitaries from all over the Republic have flown to Coruscant. Including Padme Amidala, Senatorial Ambassador to The Galactic Senate and the people of Naboo, to express her concern over this matter, but little does she know that as her royal cruiser glides to the Capital planet of Coruscant, there are darker forces working against her.
CHAPTER 1
Stars were suddenly becoming overpowered by the abundance of artificial lights that emitted from the engines of hundreds upon thousands a starships, each varying in size and origin, flying in every direction allowed by the coruscant system flight controller as the nubian royal cruiser entered the city planet's boarders, only adding to the gleaming objects that shined in the system, with its solid mirror hull that was traditional of Naboo's ship designers for such highly regarded dignitaries. Such dignitaries as Ambassador Amidala, one of the few clones of Kamino to not undergo the graces of Jedi training, Padme Amidala was a woman of devotion and selflessness and from what research she could gather from historical documents, she was much like her template beyond that of the similar genetic sequencing. With this constantly on her mind, Padme strived to do her former justice by following in her steps, not ever taking on the role of Queen, like the original Amidala, she preferred the senatorial path rather than the royal title, only because she had a desire for travel and the limits of a queen often defied that passion. But as an Ambassador, Padme would serve her people and quite possibly the entire republic government in the deliberations of this week's conference. She knew of its importance to the war effort, while she had never seen a Sith up close she was well aware of her own origins and the events which led to her survival, over two decades ago. Another reason Padme felt she owed the Jedi, if were it not for the valiant efforts of one Padawan by the name of Aled Oden, the son of the very woman who had been part of the Jedi team that discovered her in embryonic status on Kamino, she might not be alive to have accomplished so much in her young age. She was grateful of the fateful encounter six years ago on her homeworld, back when she was only mere advisor's aide and the dashing Aled was an apprentice to the reptilian Jedi Master, Grem Venad who were both assigned to act as bodyguards for her senator and mentor during the Asilon incident. Soon Padme's thoughts began to dwell on that moment the handsome orveasian had saved her life by instinctively shielding her slender body with his own from a suicide bomber droid that attempted to take her senator's life. But thankfully, due to the presence of him and his Master during that time of conflict, Padme got to know him quite well, even go as far to say to herself that she was somewhat attracted to the Jedi Padawan. 'Perhaps I might see him on the surface?' she thought to herself while she made preparations for her rendezvous on Coruscant with Supreme High Chancellor Antilles. Padme quickly shook the thought out of her head, the odds of that happening with all the Jedi there from the entire galaxy, it is highly doubtful that she would run into Aled. Padme turned her head to look over her shoulder to the entrance of her private quarters as she sat at her fresher mirror, tightening her hair back into an artistically detailed bun, to see her loyal handmaiden Sollta enter. "We have entered Coruscant space M'lady" the hooded woman said with the utmost respect for her superior and friend. Padme simply nodded to confirm the report before stating her orders. "Thank you Sollta, please inform Mitre and Tuhmi that I wish to prepare for our arrival." "Of course M'lady." And the handmaiden left the royal quarters to retrieve her cohorts to prepare their Ambassador for her arrival on the capital world.
The silver nubian vessel gracefully entered the shimmering atmosphere of the even more brightly lit Coruscant. Gliding its way through the massive buildings and free standing towers that covered the entirety of the planets landscape, until it came upon it landing space, a small hovering landing port that would act as the ship's surrogate home since the planet was too cluttered with permanent structures to provide a more traditional landing space. On the platform stood Chancellor Antilles and six of her most trusted guards, each clad in their sturdy but aesthetically pleasing royal blue armor and ankle length capes which barely covered the front of their well protected uniforms and matching helmets with simple one piece visors for vision and one large fin, each varying in size and color to accommodate the guards rank. Antilles, dawned her simple but expensive robes displaying her origins and status among the people of Coruscant, flanked by six heavily armed, well built men, three on either side, she walked onto the open port from her smaller personal speeder shuttle. The Chancellor and her posse of protectors kept their distance from the nubian transport as its thin landing struts finally touched down on the decking of the hover port, producing a slight 'clanking' sound as the engines deactivated releasing the full weight of the ship to press down on the small parking supports which were digging into the metal floor paneling of the landing port. Majel Antilles folded her hands in front of her as the ship before her began to slowly extended its gangplank, she rolled her eyes over to the guard closest to her right with the only red helmet fin, gritting her teeth as she spoke to the rifle baring man. "I hope you are satisfied to see nothing has happened to the vessel." "She has yet to step off the ship your honor. That in itself gives us no reason to lower our guard" The man replied with a muffled voice being distorted by the mantel of his headpiece, not taking his hidden gaze off the open hatch as several Naboo security guards began to spill out onto the landing port creating a small perimeter to flank the access hatch before their Ambassador could safely exit the craft. The red finned guard then raised his left hand to tap the built in helmet comm. device to speak with the two men keeping a watchful eye in the nearby speeder garage. "Keep your eyes open, here she comes." "We copy." One of the familiar voices replied as a figure began to immerge from the bowels of the Naboo star cruiser. The Chancellor and even a few of her guards, especially the one to her right, were almost breath taken by the sight of dark haired woman who was drabbed in a large velvet blue gown step off the overly reflective ship closely followed by four other women garbed in thin dark violet hooded robes that concealed most of their faces, adding mystery to their highly unpublicized duties. The Ambassador was dressed in a much thicker ensemble compared to that of her handmaidens, beside the primary layer of the gown, which was most likely concealing energy dampening slips to prevent serious injury incase of the unthinkable, the nubian dignitary was sporting an elegant silver and gold beaded bib-like crest which ran along the crook of her neck and ending at a point in the middle of her chest with coordinating wrist bands that were tightly bound to her forearms. But the center piece of this 'costume' of sorts, was completely topped off by Amidala's tiara that was intertwined with her chestnut hued hair to secure it to her head, while a thin layer of white sapphire chained beads hung freely from her forehead to her nose: shielding her face beyond familiarity, but still establishing her unique public identity as the Ambassador of Naboo to Antilles and her group of personal guards. The Chancellor closed the distance between the young woman and herself, but still never to far from their respective protectors arm reach. "It brings me great pleasure to see you once again Ambassador." Majel bowed, the woman before her simply nodded, so as to not fling her head piece loose from her scalp. "Thank your Chancellor." she replied in a stone clear tone that reflected little error or variance. ".While I'm honored to see you as I well. I do believe I can find my way to my suit at plaza." She humored, forcing Majel to fake a smile so as not to hint at the true intentions of her meeting with Amidala. "Well it's not that often that I get to share a few precious moments with one of the few dignitary under my grace who happened to have been a product of ancient Kaminoan race." The guard to Antilles's right could have sworn he saw a small smirk pass on the face of one of the Ambassador's handmaidens, which seemed surprisingly familiar, only proving to his eyes, what his senses could not deny. He smiled at his epiphany underneath the mask of his helmet, but that thought quickly jolted out his mind as a familiar voice filled his ears once again, this time with great caution. "We're picking up a cloaked object heading directly for the landing platform!" Mace warned with a roaring awareness in his tone. "It's uncloaking can't you see it?" The blue armored man wasted no time in sensing the flying assassin droid create its waves of possible doom in the river of the Force, he abruptly tossed aside his pulse rifle, causing his present company of politicians and their security teams to throw startled looks of varying types to the royal guard. "Duck!" he shouted as he stepped back between the ambassador and her handmaidens. Padme didn't know what to do but reach for her blaster as she raised it to point at the open sky that was filled with blinding lights and speeder traffic. "There." the royal guard nodded to a small dot in the sky that seemed to be getting larger as it sped towards the open landing port. "Fire!" Chancellor Antilles ordered to her guards, they did so as the nubian security team followed suit of their Coruscant counterparts. Firing wildly into the air trying their hardest to hit the oncoming device as best they could without unleashing unnecessary damage to the surrounding environment but failing to do so as the probe was well defended. "It's shielded!" one of the soldiers from Naboo shouted as the red finned royal guard reached into the pouch of his uniform to pull out a small cylindrical object. It was a Lightsabre. Then the guard ignited the weapon's deep blue blade of light proving to all unexpecting onlookers including Padme, that there is a Jedi in their presence. As the guard deflected every blast that the droid shot at the woman in the lushes gown as she crouched down behind a human barrier of her own security team while the other royal guards surrounded their own majesty, and continued to thwart off the charging threat. Not taking the nubian soldier's statement likely before the spherical droid could reach the port and cause more any harm, for it most likely was set for a suicide attack, which also implied that it was not only armed to the teeth, but that is was packed with explosives. The undercover Jedi leapt up into the open coruscant air, with reflexes only possessed by a skilled Jedi warrior still deflecting the oncoming barrage of pulse blasts as he seemingly 'flew' at the source of danger. Once the Jedi and the assassin bot were close enough, the blue armored man managed to place his left foot on the top of the round droids steal surface as he made a powerful slash through the enemy's shields, splitting the orb in two, which ignited its explosive contents. Sending the Jedi to fall, as of the blast, to the bottomless surface of coruscant below, but still with the utmost calm and composure as he opened his mind to his fellow Jedi. 'I could really use some assistance here.' he hinted with his composure weakening as the tops of building and high-air speeder traffic became less and less discernable by his rapid decent. '...I've got it taken care of!' Obi-wan replied. As the falling Jedi came to an informal collision with the back of Obi-wan's open air speeder that rang of cracked armor and even possibly cracked bones. "Are you alright?" Obi-wan pressed from over behind the driver's seat.
"I'll be Okay." the disheveled figure responded. "...where is Mace?" he said while deactivating his blue lightsabre, casting the blade of light back into its hilt emitter. "After that little stunt of yours he immediately sent me after you while he kept watch over the Ambassador and the Chancellor." Obi-wan said as he piloted the speeder back to the landing port, which took less time than it did for his friend to fall the same distance.
The landing port was once shimmering surface was now tainted by the scorches of heavy pulse energy impacts, but Mace Windu thankfully noted that no one appeared to be hurt as he hopped off his nire-class speeder bike and ran to inspect what injuries the Chancellor and the Naboo Ambassador might have suffered. "Is everyone alright?" Mace's young but deep voice injected with calm but earnest concern. "All appears to be fine thanks to you and your cohorts Noble Windu." Antilles grinned slightly as the transport that saved her undercover Jedi protector also parked in a stationary position next the dark skinned Jedi's own vehicle. "Ambassador Amidala, may I introduce to you Mace Windu, Jedi knight. He also is one of many products of the Kamino event." "Yes I know Chancellor, we have met before during the Asilon incident." The gowned woman replied as Padme saw two figures emerge from the newly landed speeder, one of them was dressed very much like Mace, assuming that he too was a Jedi like him with the earth toned tunic and deep leather boots and the lightsabre that hung from his belt. The other being the same royal guard who had saved her and her soldiers life's from the suicide droid by valiantly sacrificing himself, much like someone else she knew. The two men stood to either side of the young Mace, as he introduced them the Jedi in disguise began to unlatch his helmet. "These are my associates." He waved his left arm to indicate Obi-Wan on his right. "May I introduce to you Ambassador, Noble Obi-wan Kenobi..." the light brown haired man shook the stunningly dressed woman's hand as it was offered to him. "M'lady." He smiled as he gave a small bow of respect to the gowned woman before him and Mace named the mysterious man on his other side. Padme's eyes focused on her savior as he removed his head piece and discarded it to one of the other Royal guards. Her eyes reflected a pleasant feeling upon seeing who it was from underneath her violet hood. He was much taller than when she last saw him, towering over her unlike when they last met, his hair was shorter too, but tussled, most likely from wearing the helmet so long. His skin was darker than Obi- wan's but nothing noticeable when compared to Mace's own flesh and his eyes set him apart from any other person she had encountered ever before in her life: pure silver irises which rivaled in brightness to the nightlights of the gigantic Skyscrapers that filled her vision beyond the people in her company. ".and I do believe you remember Noble Oden." Mace gestured to his orveasian friend as Aled took Mitre's hand in his own, still gloved one. Moving it lightly up and down politely as he looked her in the eyes through the vale of white beads, causing Padme to silently pray that he would not do anything to blow her cover. "It is good to see you once again Ambassador." His voice rang through her handmaiden's hood, and spilled into her ears. "I had only hoped it would be under better circumstances." "Well needless to say Jedi Oden, I am pleased to see you none the less." Mitre said in her masking tone as the Amidala decoy as she recalled the discussions she had with Padme over her past experiences when ever needed to meet with someone of her past. She gave a childish smile, remembering the detail Padme had used to describe one handsome Padawan by the name of Aled Oden and Mitre could see why she had kept such thoughts of the man before her. "I do apologize for the secrecy of these Jedi protectors Ambassador Amidala, but the Jedi believe that your life has become endangered." Chancellor Antilles injected as she led the Ambassador and her bodyguards along with their Jedi enforcers to her personal transport awaiting them at the far edge of the landing port. "My transport will take you to the plaza where we will have your luggage sent once your cargo hold has been thoroughly inspected it is at the request of the Jedi high council that these Jedi present to will serve as your personnel protectors while you are staying here on the planet." She concluded. "Is that really necessary?" Padme chimed in, not caring for the risk of being recognized as her true self. "With all do respect to the Jedi, I believe we can offer proper protection for M'lady, we have been trained to meet any possible incursion." Aled's prior thoughts were confirmed, Mitre's voice while convincing with her face masked, there was no way she could ever mimic that same free spirit that was Padme Amidala, something the young knight found quite fetching in the equally aged woman. He knew her secret now and she could see it in his eyes as he spoke to her. "The Council doses not mean to insult the abilities of the Nubian Handmaidens, nor their conviction and loyalties to those they have sworn to protect." He stated in a clear and determined tone, standing close enough to see the light reveal her eyes from under the shadows of her cowl as Padme looked up at the man speaking to her. The present onlookers halting in step as the Jedi spoke to the slender violet colored figure, the other two Jedi of the group being the only ones to truly read the emotions between them. 'What is it with this Handmaiden that Aled would have such sensations for?' Obi-wan inquired to Mace via their bonds in the Force 'I'll tell you later.' He answered as Aled continued on. ".But if you must know why we are assigned to your superior's side, all I can really disclose is that there are Darker forces at work that only a Jedi could have a chance to withstand!" he concluded. Sending Padme a flowing sensation of calm and understanding to ease her nerves on this topic. She gave no response simply returned her gaze to Mitre so she might acknowledge her confidence in this Jedi's statement with a simple hidden nod. "I apologize for my handmaiden's outburst Noble Oden, some say that her beliefs while sound are not always well presented." the decoy said to Aled, subsequently causing Padme to sneer at Mitre, while Tuhmi, Sollta and Wayi fought back the urge to laugh. "That's alright Ambassador, she is only concerned with your safety which is something we can both agree on." Aled smirked as the group continued their pace to the Chancellor's transport. When they finally reached the vehicle Mace informed it's passengers of their next actions. "I will escort your transport to the plaza Ambassador. While Obi-wan and Aled inform the High council of tonight's incident, so as to seek the next most prudent course of action." "Thank you Jedi Windu." Mirte looked to the other Jedi to bid them the proper farewell as the young but bald Mace hopped onto his shovel- faced air bike. "Jedi Kenobi, Jedi Oden, I and my personal guards await our next encounter, perhaps it will not be quite as long this time." Then she and her Handmaidens filed into the flyer, but not before Padme could sneak a tiny wink to Aled, making Obi-wan instinctively raise his brow in confusion, before the Chancellor and the Royal senate guards followed suit. "Tell your mother I send my greetings Noble Oden." Antilles said in an informal manner. "I will, your honor. May the Force be with you!" he bowed as a sign of respect for his mother's friend and his head of government. "And May the Force be with you as well!" she returned just as warmly as before, now retiring to her transport as it set off into the horizon of the night closely pursued by Mace Windu, riding upon his speeder bike. Aled began to walk back to the dark blue sir speeder that Obi-wan had piloted before to save his life, until Obi-wan sought to seek an answer to his befuddlement. "What was that all about?" he said as his orveasian friend leaped into the craft then reached for a small duffle in that contained his Jedi robes, answering Obi-wan's inquiry with honest confusion of his own. "What do you mean?" Aled replied as he began to undue the first layers of his armored disguise while Obi-wan entered into the driver's seat. "Don't try and play coy with me Aled!" He warned with a teasing look on his face. "Even the most simple minded of Padawan's could sense the intensity being shared between you and that Handmaiden back there." The silver eyed Aled chuckled upon realization of subject that Obi-wan was mentioning, Aled continued as he unlatched his cap and tossed it off the main chasse of his steel vest. "Well.that is a bit of a long story.and.um" Obi-wan's blue eyes grew with amazement. "Oh Force! Someone hail the healers Aled Oden is at a loss for words!" with that joke made, Aled tossed one of his thick gloves at Obi-wan's brown-haired head. "If you don't mind I'm trying to change here!" a muffled voice said through a dark blue over-shirt. Obi-wan then dropped the subject as he activated the speeder repulsors and parted its parking struts from the landing port, pivoting its body until it was pointing in the desired destination. Then when Obi-wan could see the distant spires of the Jedi temple in his sights, he pounded on the throttle with his foot against the engine peddle, darting the air speeder into the coruscant night and to the great monolith that is the capital building of the New Ossus district almost throwing Aled out of the passenger side opening.