After the master's announcement they didn't have much more time on Naboo. Anakin took to sneaking away from the compound many times in those last few days, anxious to see more, but cautious. He didn't want anyone revealing his excursions to the master, so he scrupulously kept track of his location and avoided people. But of course, one day he made a mistake, and his second friend.
C-3PO trundled down the hall towards the Naboo delegation's rooms, on assignment from his master. A message needed delivering, and 3PO was the one for the job. Apparently, the only one for the job. If his face could frown, 3PO would do so.
He didn't like this set-up. He didn't like sneaking around delivering messages, he didn't like people asking the poor droid if he was lost, he didn't like the few droids he was allowed to socialize with (namely assassin droids), and to top it all off he didn't like the master's master. But he did like Coruscant. The master may enjoy their excursions to other planets (not the business, just the sights), but 3PO preferred a more civilized setting.
Around the next corner he saw the entrance to the delegation's rooms, two guards quietly chatting by the door. He stepped up close and waited for one to notice him. "Excuse me." Neither moved. "Excuse me!"
"What?" one asked, dragging her concentration over to him and breaking the conversation.
How rude, 3PO thought, but said, "I have a message for Representative Jar Jar Binks." She looked at the little holo projector in his hand, then waved him in, striking her conversation back up. The door whooshed open.
3PO glanced between the two and the door uncertainly before blurting out a belated thank you, which they ignored it. Humans, he thought to himself. He awkwardly waddled between the two and through the doorway.
He entered a mostly deserted room, with a bored guard at the far end and a doorway on the left and the right. "I'm here for Representative Binks?" he asked, and the guard pointed to the left door. "Thank you." He bobbed his head uncertainly and shuffled down to the door, tapping his metallic digits on it.
"Come in!" That was the Gungan's voice. The door slid open to reveal the gangly Jar Jar, and the regal Senator Amidala, both staring amicably out of a window.
"Oh my. This is not good timing." Not that 3PO minded. Why his master trusted this bumbling creature was beyond him. 3PO would convince the master to find some other way, and then he wouldn't have to travel all the way out here on a fool's errand. "I can come back later." He angled for the door.
"No, no, it'sa good! We was just a talking." Jar Jar beckoned him wildly with a hand. "Come in, come in!" 3PO sighed but came closer. This will be over soon, he comforted himself.
"I have a message for Representative Binks," C-3PO stated, and when neither moved he emphasized, "It is highly confidential."
Jar Jar's eyes widened. "Oh, oh!" He turned to the senator and grabbed her hand in a firm handshake. "Thank you for a coming today. Me had a muy muy good time, but mesa be needing to talk with 3PO alone. Bye now!" He pulled Amidala to the door by her hand.
"Wait!" The senator yanked her hand out of his grasp with a reproachful look, then whispered, "Do you know this droid?" 3PO pretended not to hear, but couldn't help some miffed thoughts towards the senator. He wasn't a vagrant, after all, not like those assassin droids. So dull.
"Of course! Him and me friends long time. Bye now!" Jar Jar opened the door, bowing her out, but Amidala hesitated.
"If you need anything I'll be across the hall." She gazed at 3PO, who lowered the projector in his hand. Perhaps he shouldn't have it so obvious on his person.
"That's a muy muy kind, but wesa fine!" Jar Jar patted 3PO heartily on the back, causing 3PO to lurch forward and sputter. Amidala nodded reluctantly, and with a backwards look at C-3PO made her leave. Once the door shut Jar Jar locked it. From somewhere within his robes he pulled out a scanner and wobbled around the room, waving the scanner in different corners without a blip from it. Satisfied, he turned to C-3PO. "What's a going on?"
C-3PO held up the recorder pressed play. Immediately a miniature hologram of his master appears, hooded and standing, folding his arms as the image solidified. "Hello Jar Jar," the master began. "Good work on the last mission."
"Ahe," Jar Jar deflected, blushing at the hologram. 3PO looked skyward in annoyance. He would certainly not blush at such trivial praise. It was not in his programming.
The hologram straightened. "I have a new assignment for you."