On the brinks of the Hoth Solar System, Amidala watched in tears, as the
Federation and Allie ships destroyed the surface of the ice planet.
"We should help them."
"My lady, I have already explain that our ship is not capable of doing so, and we are not going to place you in that danger."
"But-"
"My lady, the Hoth Warriors are some of the best in the Republic, they are doing all they can do, and our assistance would be more of a nuisance than help. Right now, the best thing for us is to return to Naboo."
Amidala shakes her head, "I want to help."
"In that case, perhaps we should go to Coruscant."
"My lady, I think he is right."
"If I cannot help...I want to go to Naboo."
The captain nods, "Right away then, my lady."
The Cruiser whipped through space, right past the intial blockade. Nevilen smiled. They were almost free.
"I told you that-"
The ship rocked.
"What was that?"
"A tractor beam, we're being pulled into a ship. You appear to have spoken too soon."
"I said that we would not be shot down, I did not say anything about a tractor beam."
The pilot got up from his seat, along with his son. He walked out of the cabin.
"Oh big difference, miss."
"There is a big difference, and why are you not trying to get away."
"There's no way in hell that this ship can break out of that tractor beam, so in times like this-" he knelt down, "we hide." He pulled up a panel of the floor.
He motioned to the children, "Come on now, hurry."
One by one the children quickly climbed under the floor.
Nevilen shocked and impressed.
"You're a smuggler?"
"Nah, I just love lots of secret compartments."
The last two children, Cestra and the son, jumped into the compartment.
The son looks up, "Dad, there's no more room."
"Nonsense there's always more room."
"No he's right," Cestra says, "You'll be lucky to fit one more-" her voice trails looking up at her mother then to the pilot.
"Well, miss better get down there."
"No."
"What?"
"You get down there."
"Now I'm not about to let a lady get-"
"Get down there, now, we're running out of time."
"But miss-"
"Look at the situation logically, I can not fly this ship, but you can."
"I don't like leaving you-"
"Sir, please, I need you to take my daughter safely to her father."
The pilot looks down at Cestra.
"If you get her safely to Coruscant in the arms of her father, he will pay you more money than you can use in a life time."
"But, your highness-" one of the children cry.
"Who are you?" The pilot asks.
Nevilen shakes her head, "just get my daughter to Coruscant."
The ship jumps as it lands aboard the other ship.
"Quickly."
"We should help them."
"My lady, I have already explain that our ship is not capable of doing so, and we are not going to place you in that danger."
"But-"
"My lady, the Hoth Warriors are some of the best in the Republic, they are doing all they can do, and our assistance would be more of a nuisance than help. Right now, the best thing for us is to return to Naboo."
Amidala shakes her head, "I want to help."
"In that case, perhaps we should go to Coruscant."
"My lady, I think he is right."
"If I cannot help...I want to go to Naboo."
The captain nods, "Right away then, my lady."
The Cruiser whipped through space, right past the intial blockade. Nevilen smiled. They were almost free.
"I told you that-"
The ship rocked.
"What was that?"
"A tractor beam, we're being pulled into a ship. You appear to have spoken too soon."
"I said that we would not be shot down, I did not say anything about a tractor beam."
The pilot got up from his seat, along with his son. He walked out of the cabin.
"Oh big difference, miss."
"There is a big difference, and why are you not trying to get away."
"There's no way in hell that this ship can break out of that tractor beam, so in times like this-" he knelt down, "we hide." He pulled up a panel of the floor.
He motioned to the children, "Come on now, hurry."
One by one the children quickly climbed under the floor.
Nevilen shocked and impressed.
"You're a smuggler?"
"Nah, I just love lots of secret compartments."
The last two children, Cestra and the son, jumped into the compartment.
The son looks up, "Dad, there's no more room."
"Nonsense there's always more room."
"No he's right," Cestra says, "You'll be lucky to fit one more-" her voice trails looking up at her mother then to the pilot.
"Well, miss better get down there."
"No."
"What?"
"You get down there."
"Now I'm not about to let a lady get-"
"Get down there, now, we're running out of time."
"But miss-"
"Look at the situation logically, I can not fly this ship, but you can."
"I don't like leaving you-"
"Sir, please, I need you to take my daughter safely to her father."
The pilot looks down at Cestra.
"If you get her safely to Coruscant in the arms of her father, he will pay you more money than you can use in a life time."
"But, your highness-" one of the children cry.
"Who are you?" The pilot asks.
Nevilen shakes her head, "just get my daughter to Coruscant."
The ship jumps as it lands aboard the other ship.
"Quickly."
