A long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far away, something big was happening. Something incredibly important for the fate of the galaxy. The catalyst was not the Force... well, the Force flows though everything, so maybe. But the direct instigator of this universe-changing event, and of our story? Why, of course, it was the taxation of space cheese.
Our story begins in... space.
Two starships, one a small ambassadorial cruiser, the other a baguette-shaped monolith of a trade ship, faced each other. Two toad-like aliens from the trade ship appeared on the viewscreen of the ambassador's ship.
"Captain?" a man in a hooded brown robe said. He was a Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn. The Jedi were dedicated to peace and justice in the galaxy. They were the militant hippies of space.
"Yes, sir?"
"Tell them we wish to board at once."
The captain turned to the viewscreen. "With all due respect, the ambassadors for the Supreme Chancellor wish to board immediately."
"I can hear you lollywobbles of scallywags, you know. Just yammering on like Corellian constables at a... royal Canadian wedding." The Trade Viceroy had a thick accent.
Obi Wan, the apprentice of Qui-Gon, turned to the Captain. "I've never heard of the planet Canada."
The Captain shrugged. "I've heard the inhabitants are very polite."
"We apologize for this, Viceroy. Would you like us to come on board, and we can share this lovely Jakkunean wine? Maybe listen to some accordion?" Qui-Gon offered.
This seemed to lighten the Viceroy's mood. "Yes, yes, of course. As you know, our blockade is perfectly legal, and we'd be happy to recieve the Ambassadors."
The crew looked at each other, not sure why the Viceroy brought up the subject of the legality of it. "Nothing illegal about our cheese," the Viceroy added quickly. "We never put starship antifreeze in our cheese to poison the Coruscant nobles!" Qui-Gon crossed his arms and frowned.
"We would never do that! I'll show you." the Trade Viceroy welcomed Qui-Gon and his apprentice on board.