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"You will work with the Royal Advisory Council and handle any matters that get aggressive. We hope you will be of great help in the next few weeks. Some past elections have turned a bit...er...violent." Queen Amidala, the ruler of Naboo, informed them in her usual stately voice of their task.
"Very well, Your Highness," Obi-Wan replied, keeping his arms tucked in and having a serene, totally at-ease look on his face. "I've just one query. We were attacked by strangely dressed people near our landing platform. They seemed to have retreated back into the forest, and were armed with blasters. Are you aware of any group like this?"
The Queen made a short, barely audible gasp. "The Piksheshkas", she whispered to them. "They are a mysterious tribe reported as being seen near the swamps that suddenly attack people for no clear reason. However, Captain Typho has noticed that they were politicans or supporters of certain candidates in the upcoming election. No doubt, if you were able to hold them off now, they will keep trying to cause trouble for you. Only next time they will return with stronger weapons."
"I don't understand. What offices are being voted for?" Anakin spoke up for the first time in the briefing. He had basically been standing behind Obi-Wan and staring off into space.
"Generally, all of the Royal Advisory Council members are reaching the end of their term, except for Sio Bibble and a few others."
"Dis bery bombad. Dis means dey are tryin to prebent us from doin someting. Dey are trying to give da person dey supportin an adbantage. Wesa shud find out who deir suppporter is." Jar Jar said this in an animated way, arms flying out. He looked worried, but not scared. This was another improvement from the Gungan that Obi-Wan had originally met 10 years ago.
"Good point, Jar Jar," Queen Amidala gave him a slight smile. "We will watch them very carefully. I would like you three to investigate a bit on this matter. However, you must be tired from the long journey. Cordé, please escort them to their rooms."
Cordé moved silently and gracefully, her face hidden behind the orange and yellow shawl. She moved across the room, from her original place behind Amidala past the Jedi, and headed toward one of the corridors. "This way," she mumbled. They followed her.
Jar Jar sat on the edge of the bed, mumbling to himself. He had no intention to return to Otoh Gunga, he would most likely be stared upon by repeatedly returning and disappearing, and this time wearing a strange outfit. He could hear Obi-Wan rustling about in the next room. Anakin had gone to see Padmé personally, after coaxing his former Master, who still liked to boss him around. A while later, both Jedi appeared at his door.
"Let's do some undercover investigating around here," said Anakin, grinning. Jar Jar leaped up in agreement and they headed out of the Theed Royal Palace and into the nearby forests. They rummaged around for a while, hoping to find any evidence of past visitance, to no avail. They didn't seem to have headquarters around here, either.
"Lookie heresa!" yelled Jar Jar. "Footprint, and mure, and mure..."
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A rather bad time to end the chapter, but I can't think of anything else, and I wanted to get the chapter up rather quickly. I warned you, I'm a baaaad writer.
To Be Continued