Well, this is my tale about the Gungans. I think some are reading this! Some reviews would be nice. I'm sure I'm not the only one who desire the Gungans to have a thoroughly bad time!

Evil of the Empire

A long time ago, in a Galaxy far, far away, a great tragedy took place...

Party time! It was Issac's birthday! His fiftieth actually and well he did look on it. Issac was a Gungan on the planet Naboo in the town of Oxhey outside the city, Londres. Issac Barliman was popular in the town, and over a hundred of the Gungans, also the other main inhabitants of Naboo, humans and a few special guests were partying the evening away. Well, actually, they had been partying the entire day away and where now well into the evening. Gungans where tall, mostly black-skinned, with big ears, features, long mouths and very long, flexible and sensitive tongues.

'Fortunate that we are all off tomorrow been a Sunday,' said Issac after a burp. One of his friends gave a little gulp. 'We are all of tomorrow, aren't we?' he laughed,

'Afraid not,' said his companion, called Trexuvaious, 'I've just remembered, I have a meeting with Senator Binks tomorrow, very important all about Galactic affairs. Too late to sober up now! I might be a bit drunk!',

'Sounds like the best way to meet him!' laughed a female Gungan, Stuxuwo. She did have a little point. Jarjar Binks was a honest Gungan, but he did have his little odd ways. Some of his fellows just found them plain irritating. So having a few Beers before meeting him was sometimes a good idea.

'I'm not so sure that I agree with that,' said another Gungan woman, Trex's wife in fact.

'Oh, helps, the missus,' Trex groaned.

'Yes, lets keep you away from any more beer, we don't want you forgetting some of those important issues we want discussed,'

'Yes, dear,' said Trex looking forlornly at his nearly-empty glass. He was saved by Stuxuwo.

'Oh, look over that it's that nice Gram Only,' she declared pointing out a rugged, but very handsome looking and dark young man was sitting on the grass nearby eating nerf-steak. Trex's wife had a little crush on that man and before long had apprehended him. 'Now's your chance,' she whispered to Trex, who thanked her and subtly moved over to the bar. In the meantime the night sky exploded in fireworks created by Mugwort, a illusionary expert and friend of the Gungans. Mugwort was a very mysterious figure but his real work was known to few of the Gungans. Many cheered, whooped and applauded as the fireworks lit up the Naboo night sky.

'De big bangers in the sky, Der, keep de peps looking up, das,' said a voice behind Trex.

'Hello, Jar,' said Trex without even bothering to look around. The speaker was obviously Jarjar Binks, there was no-one else that Trex knew with such an, er, unique way of speaking. Trex offered some advice to the Senator, 'By the way, instead of speaking in that quite ridiculous southern manner, mixed in with space knows what, how about speaking in the classic common accent you have been taught as a Senator to make you more, um, presentable,'

'Well, if you think people will like it?' everyone nodded towards Jarjar, 'Oh, very well then!' There was a hush of sorts as Jarjar proceeded to the stage, ducking under the 'Happy 50th birthday Issac!' banner to make a speech. 'As your representing Senator, I would just like to say "happy birthday," to Silvano and happy returns,' this only served to produce more hilarity.

'It's Issac, you burke!' everyone shouted,

'Oh, sorry Issac, Silvano is next week!' replied Jarjar in embarrassment.

'All you had to do was look at the banner,' laughed Stuxuwo'

'Ah, well,' continued Jarjar, 'Happy birthday, Issac, I hope everyone is enjoying this as much as I am, and um, party away!' There was much applause and cheers at this. Just how the Gungans like their speeches, short! It was an easy mistake for Jarjar to make. He did have to go to lots of functions as a Senator and it was actually quite easy to sometimes mix up the names. But the Gungans appeared quite happy to take his advice at the least. A group of young Gungans formed a circle and danced a very vigorous version of the Springle-ring.

Nearby Gram had managed to dodge the attentions of Trex's wife and was chatting to his companion a blonde young man called Matthew or Matt. 'Oh, dear, your not going to get drunk drinking that stuff!' said he pointing out Matt's very sweet and sugary fruit based drink.

'Or taste anything at all,' added Mugwort his black face engulfed in a smile. He too enjoyed strong alcohol in moderation.

Matt muttered, 'Well, actually getting drunk is not my intention tonight,'

'fine, suit yourself,' declared Gram then wondered of his arm around his current girlfriend a shortish, dark-haired young woman.

'Wonder where he's going?' asked Matt,

'come on, don't be so naïve, at least the music should be loud enough to drown them out,' laughed Mugwort.

But there was one man who seemed less than happy with all these frivolities. He was a man in the uniform of an Imperial Officer, rather thin and weady with an odd-looking face, but possibly a little handsome. He was here on business rather than pleasure. In the morning, he needed to have a word with Jarjar. But some young Gungan shouted at him, 'enjoying the party, officer?' this rather innocent statement was enough for him. The man, whose name was Whitesnake, could bear it no longer and had to reply,

'No I am not. And I'm not so sure you should be to. There is a serious Galaxy out there. The dawn of the new order and the direction it should go. Tomorrow it is perfectly possible I might have to decide which people to kill. So I might thank you to take things a little more seriously and not quite lark around so much in these dangerous times. In fact……'

His speech was cut of a little by two young Gungans blowing their tongues in his face and spitting over his tunic. Everyone laughed more. Whitesnake sighed, and pretending to take this in good faith moved away. Inwardly actually he was seething. 'What a people.' he was thinking. 'how I would like a chance to teach some of them what the Galaxy is really like!'

Whitesnake would soon get his chance. The next morning, early he was to lead a raid onto Jarjar's local offices. He was reliably informed that a package that his commanding officer, Moff Tarkin was very keen on acquiring. He lead a group of soldiers, or stormtroopers into the office. In order to keep a little legitimacy, he was actually quite polite and called for Jarjar by name. He was met by a rather groggy, looking Trex. That was when politeness ended. 'Search warrant, we have reason to believe you are holding illegal information from us,' he said bluntly. Pushing aside the surprised looking Trex who straightened his brown trousers and buttoned his green tunic. Jarjar tried to stop Whitesnake wearing orange and green as a cross between casual Senate dress and traditional Gungan fashion.

'I am not aware of any such thing,' he blustered,

'I'll be the judge of that,' countered Whitesnake. 'Baldrick, run through a check for any electronic documents in this office,' he commanded his subordinate, Baldrick.

Whitesnake was also met by Jarjar's serving Droid.

'Ah, my good sir, do you require refreshments?' the tall, golden droid asked. Now if there was one thing which also annoyed Whitesnake almost as much as Gungans it was those prissy protocol droids. Even if he admitted they had their uses, he wasn't sure if it was worth it to cope with their annoying habits.

'Shove it,' he replied with no attempt at niceness.

'Sorry, sir, can't find anything sir,' Baldrick said after a thorough search.

Whitesnake sighed, 'Did you check the droid?' asked he,

'Yes, sir, didn't see anything on him,'

'that is because, you utter nincompoop, the electronic insignia of the droid itself will hide any foreign material. You are supposed to check it manually. Honestly.' Whitesnake did so himself. As he prodded the droid with a small, sonic rod, a small disc fell out. Whitesnake recognized it instantly. 'Ah, what's this?' he asked ironically. 'Well, would you believe it seems to be the Saskin report, issued only for those in the Imperial court. Top secret. Curious how you seemed to acquire it and very keen to keep me from finding it as well.' He looked at Jarjar and Trex who had been joined by Mugwort. All three looked like embarrassed guilty schoolboys. Whitesnake continued. 'Well, this has to be returned to the Emperor. And I imagine he will be most displeased when he discovers that you stole it. You can forget about any small political influence you have for the time been. You'll be sacked from any Senate committee's you happen to be on, possibly even suspended from the Senate itself. Good day,' Whitesnake and his stormtroopers left the building.

The three looked at each other ashen faced. 'This could be bad news for us,'

Suggested Trex.

'But Whitesnake does have one point,' said Mugwort, 'there are serious issues out there in the Galaxy. The New Order strikes me as, well, suspicious. You Gungans shouldn't be mucking about quite so much. People are dying out there,'

'Yes we know. But we have to party occasionally. Whatever the situation is,' Jarjar replied to him.

Light-years away, Whitesnake was attending a conference. He had given the Disc to Tarkin, who had congratulated him. Whitesnake was impressed. 'Thank you Whitesnake that will be all for now,' Tarkin had dismissed him abruptly but politely. The remainder of the conference was attended by three. Moff Tarkin, one of the rising stars in the new order of the Galaxy. The Emperor of the Galaxy himself, Emperor Palpatine and his apprentice the fearsome Darth Vader. Palpatine, who it appeared had taken stock of the situation quickly, started, 'Well, well, well, it would appear that the Gungans have betrayed me. They have stolen a disc full of details of our weaponry capabilities very useful to those who still violently oppose us and it appears have send information to them. I would say that was treason. What course of action should we take to them? Well, they must be punished. Let us make Naboo a prison planet. Enslave the Gungan. Punish the Senator Jarjar, obviously, possibly even execution, but I will consider that later,' The Emperor was a small figure, hideously disfigured clad in a black robe, almost oozing authority.

Tarkin replied, 'The Gungans again. They have vexed you before!'

'Yes that is true. A number of times. If they think I have forgiven them for the time they stopped my plans all those years ago they are wrong. I don't forgive and I have a long memory.'

Then Vader stepped up all dressed, even his face, in black armour, 'But didn't Jarjar do you a favour once many years ago. He was the one who persuaded the Senate to legitimise your rule.'

'Possibly. But that was in the past. And I manipulated him into it. No I have had my suspicions upon Jarjar and Naboo for a while now. This simply confirms them. Yes, lets make an example of them.'

'Excuse me sire,' interrupted Tarkin. It said a lot about Tarkin, that he was one of the few people in the Galaxy who had the nerve to interrupt the Emperor. Tarkin was in fact one of the cleverest and most dangerous of Palatine's henchmen and Palpatine knew it. 'I think we should make a big example of them. Our rule is fairly new. The entire Galaxy is watching us, wondering what way we will turn. We should make a statement. The Gungans could do it for us. Now it doesn't really matter if they are right or wrong, all we need to do is to have an excuse. Genocide.' Tarkin said bluntly. 'We should make a real example of them. We should exterminate them totally. To the last one. That would certainly impress the rest of the Galaxy. They would not think that we have, forgive me sire for such a word, the balls frankly, to do it.' There was a long pause as Palpatine thought.

'Well, they are certainly annoying. And I have never really got my revenge for the last occasion. Ha, ha, yes it would certainly be an exercise of power, which for it's own sake is worth doing. Yes, I think I give you the authority to do that.'