The Mystery of the Tribe This is the fourth chapter. Obviously. Anyway, sorry for not working on this story for a while. I've gotten a couple of nice reviews. Please tell your friends to review as well, the more the merrier! Now, it gets a bit active in this chapter.

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Suddenly, right under Jar Jar's feet, the land began to crumble.

"Tis bombad crunchen!!!" yelled Jar Jar. A huge whole formed, about 5 meters in diameter. Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Jar Jar were sucked into a sort of vacuum. They tried to use the Force to back out, but it wasn't enough. They were falling, falling, falling.

Quick as lightning, all three of them got out their ascension guns and shot them at the ridge of the hole. But the mud just crumbled away.

"OOF!" Anakin started moaning as soon as they hit the hard steel ground. Then the supposedly organic hole began to transform into a steel cell. Doors began to close above them, and all light was blocked out. Quickly, all three of them activated their lightsabers. A distant beating sound could be heard. It was getting closer.

"Let's get out of here," said Obi-Wan.

"Tis bombad goods idea," agreed Jar Jar. They stuck their blades into different sides of the cell and tore the wall away. However, before they could break through, the floor slid away, and they began to fall again. However, this time it was only about a meter. They landed on metal walkways not unlike those seen in the end of the "Duel of the Fates". A faint brightness could be seen at the end of the corridor. They lifted themselves up and quietly walked toward it. And were shocked beyond words. The light, that brightness, was actually a window. And through that window was a huge room lit with jewlery. An incalculable amount of people were standing in front of a huge throne. The people, they found, were dressed in green turbans, short purple robes and had jewlery around their wrists. They were the Pikseshkas.

They crowded around, singing a war song and carrying massive torches in their hands.

"Da Guds!" whispered Jar Jar.

"Yikes," whispered Anakin.

"Ssssssshhhhhh," said Obi-Wan.

Some time later, a man suddenly turned around and pointed straight at them. He bellowed, "SPIES!" And everybody started to run toward them, drawing their sidearms.

Simultaneouly, they once again activated their lightsabers, and jumped through the winows. They flipped over the crowd and landed square in the middle of the room. They made a semi-circle, blocking blaster bolts in a flurry of color. Obi-Wan ran out and Force-pushed a group of six back. Anakin pretended to turn around and switch direction, then, as the Pikseshkas got closer, he lashed out and put death upon them. Jar Jar did a crazy flip in the air and kicked some of them. Gradually, their number got less and less. But when there were still about 20 men left, a booming voice was heard from behind.

"You have lost, Jedi. I am all powerful. And it will be known when I win the election and become head of the Royal Advisory Council."

They whirled around. And standing there, was another Pikseshka, although more elaborately dressed and taller.

"My name is Basio Telle-Sia, to you. It appeared as though I was a simple politican. In truth, I am the ruler of the Pikseshkas. And today, nobody will stand in my way. I will conquer Naboo."

Huge poles sprang out of the ceiling with complicated-looking machinery at the end. The grasped onto the Jedi's waists and gave them a slight electric charge. The three were knocked unconcious.

To Be Continued