Tatooine.
Qui-Gon didn't know very much about the endless desert planet.
Except that it was hot. Very hot.
What little breeze there was, however warm, he silently enjoyed as it gently swayed his flowing hair. This wasn't going to be easy, getting the parts needed to repair the ship. He didn't expect that the departure from Naboo was going to involve an intense battle with the Trade Federation. It was a shame only two astromech droids survived the ordeal.
Clothed in civilian attire, he nodded to Jar Jar and together they set off towards the distant city of Mos Espa. Hopefully, the local junk dealers were carrying the vital parts needed to make the trip to Coruscant. He ignored Jar Jar's complaints about the sun making his body hot—obviously knowing that Jar Jar preferred moist climates and swimming in water—and absentmindedly reached inside his poncho to check on his concealed lightsaber.
He hoped he wouldn't have to use it.
From the Archived Journal of Master Qui-Gon Jinn
I was barely a few feet away from the Royal Starship when my mind wandered.
I had checked on the status of my Padawan before leaving. His is still asleep, with his wounds cleansed and bandaged. A quick talk with Handmaiden Padmé was enough to know that I would be bringing back more then just replacement parts.
Obi-Wan had a slight fever.
I don't need the Force to tell me that he will not get better on his own.
Captain Panaka slowed my trek to tell me that the Queen wished for me to take one of her loyal handmaidens—Yané. When I asked of what assistance she might bring, she simply stated that she knew the type of medicine needed to help Obi-Wan. With her medical training, she believed that organic antidotes were stronger and more effective then the synthetic serum created in labs.
"Merely a bypass of the original product." She explained.
One more to worry about.
Padmé and Saché watched through the ship's viewport as Master Qui-Gon accepted Yané's company. If any one of the handmaidens knew their business about medicine, it was her. They were both relieved when Captain Panaka turned to return to the ship alone. At least now Jedi Kenobi had a fighting chance.
"How much damage do you think was done to the ship?" Padmé asked, not keeping her eyes off the small group heading into the distance.
"Enough to know we're going to be stranded here for awhile," Saché replied. She smoothed out her orange dress and crossed her feet.
Padmé nodded thoughtfully. The coolness of the pilot's chair calmed her nerves. "Padawan Kenobi's fever is rising."
"By how much?"
"Rather steadily."
"You think it might be space fever?"
She shrugged. "I doubt it. You've seen how hard he took it when those canisters exploded—he must've inhaled quite a bit of smoke and dust. Not to mention the pieces of metal I found in his skin."
Saché frowned. "I thought you gave him the serum for that."
"I did."
"Then what's the problem?"
Padmé looked at her. "It was outdated. It did little to slow the effects of his condition."
"You fear he might be poisoned?"
"Yes. I believe it was from the metal, as well as the smoke and dust."
Saché nodded her understanding, and then fell silent. Padmé welcomed it. She had enough to worry about aside from the young man's condition. For now they all had a chance to breathe and relax from the issues that currently still plagued Naboo. It tore Padmé's heart in two knowing that she was so far away from home, away from the place she grew up in…
The palace has been taken over, the city is in chaos, our planet is literally being held hostage…and we're running away from it all.
The trip to Coruscant was vital for Naboo's salvation. Right now the election of Chancellor Palpatine remaining in office was taking place, not a good time to approach an important figure to mention that his homeworld's safety is at stake.
Padmé stood, turning towards the door to leave. "I think I'll keep watch on Padawan Kenobi."
Saché nodded. "I'll stay here a bit longer. Its quiet and nearly empty, a good place to relax."
"Whatever you say."
The young handmaiden paced herself towards the private quarters that the young man currently resided. She wrapped her arms in front of her, nervous about what to do once she resumed her duty of watching him. He was sleeping very soundly and his wounds were patched up. There couldn't be anything more she could do.
Except…keep him company. It would be good to look upon the slumbering features of the young man who shared a momentary glance with her back at Naboo's courtyard. She still couldn't explain the feelings she felt when his eyes fell upon hers, but she knew the embarrassment all too well when it seemed awkward.
A sound of something clanging to the floor made her rush into the room. A quick glance told her that there was an intruder—only she didn't see or hear them leave. The silver lightsaber that was supposed to be sitting on the stand was now on the floor. Whoever was in here sure was fascinated enough to drop the helpless object. Padmé closed the door behind her and proceeded around the bed to pick up Padawan Kenobi's lightsaber. Thankfully, the sound didn't rouse him.
Squatting on her knees for a few seconds, careful not to pull on her dress, she raised herself up—and gasped, dropping the lightsaber which fell once more to the hard floor.
Padawan Kenobi was awake.
And staring right at her.