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Sorry about the sudden stop there, but it was an emergency–a transmission from home. Governor Bibble begging Padmé to contact him immediately. Jedi Kenobi told Sabé not to respond, that it was a trick. I agree. Sabé will follow his advice, of course, or at least she'll appear to because there is nothing else she can do. There are many ways that she can help by dressing as the Queen, but she can't take any real action without Padmé here. Not unless it becomes absolutely necessary, and then I fear what the consequences would be if anyone ever found out that their leader had been replaced without their consent. Hopefully, it won't come to that. As the Jedi pointed out, we can't do anything at this point anyway.
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I am so bored. The Jedi have been in contact with each other, which is how we know that Master Jinn, Padmé, Jar-Jar Binks and the little droid are staying with some of the locals and are searching for a way to get the parts we need. We had no opportunity to speak with Padmé, however. I'm sure she is fine, she always is. But I am starting to realize how much of our strength flows from her. We are supposed to support her and give her strength, but I think it is really the other way around. Or maybe it goes both ways. Maybe seeing her wisdom inspires us to support her, and that in turn feeds her wisdom and strength, and so on. Or maybe I'm being too philosophical, as Yané always tells me. She always asks me how a farmer's daughter learned to be so flowery and intellectual. I always ask her how a politician's daughter got to be so straightforward and such a fighter.
I always answer that my father may have been a farmer, but he was the best-read and wisest farmer that ever walked the planet and taught me everything I could learn.
She always answers that the ways of the gods are not for us to know and that now I know the reason she believes in miracles. (She's joking when she says it, of course. Yané isn't one for philosophy, religion, academics, or anything else that doesn't involve shooting, punching, or at the very least, sweating.)
In any case, I am BORED, and when I get BORED, I get even more philosophical and wordy. I can't help it. There are only so many things to do on a spaceship in the middle of the desert and I think I've already done them all. Well most of them anyway–all the ones that are appropriate for a handmaiden.
And at least I don't have to spend the time covered in heavy gowns and thick makeup, like Sabé. She hasn't so much as peeped since Padmé left. I think she was embarrassed about how she acted when Padmé was getting ready to go, although it was perfectly understandable. It's a shame though. Sabé would have no trouble seeking out Jedi Kenobi and flirting with him, whereas I am too self-conscious to look straight at him, and Eirtaé would consider it a waste of time.
Can't think of anything else worth writing. Maybe I'll go polish Padmé's jewels again...
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