The speculation—or otherwise an uproaring debate—finally passed within the Senate.
Word had reached the delegation that the Nubian Palace and its inhabitants were now under the control of the Trade Federation.
Simply put; they seized the Palace.
It now belonged to them.
The Queen and her entourage, along with Chancellor Palpatine, retreated to his private office to discuss the matters at hand. He relayed to her about the upcoming election that threatened to take him off his seat as Chancellor and what it might mean for the Nubian people if the vote wins opposite of him. If he wins and runs for a second term, the crisis at Naboo would be dealt with swiftly within the blink of an eye. If he loses, Naboo would further be within the grip of despair and officially be dubbed "property" of the Trade Federation. Thus breaking the Queen from her throne of command permanently. One of the other candidates running against Palpatine was Senator Valorum. Palpatine informed Queen Amidala of his suspicions that Valorum was secretly under the thumb of the Trade Federation. Should he happen to win against Palpatine…
The Queen sighed heavily as she was left alone within her private quarters. The weight of the galaxy it seemed was leaning heavily into her at every turn. Or perhaps it's my elaborate headdress, she thought.
Her heart sank even deeper as another thought occurred to her. Jedi Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi was still within his deep trance and still no word has been told of his current condition. If not for his desperate action, she would not be here and neither would her Handmaiden Padmé.
Ah, Padmé. The other 'maidens told her that she had eyes for the young man. But then again they all knew that he reminded her of someone that she knew before she came to the Palace.
Queen Amidala straightened her posture and ordered Captain Panaka to bring all her Handmaidens before her. She wasn't interested it seemed in the well being of her people and their future. Rather, she was more concerned about the person that allowed her to even have a future.
"M'Lady," Rabé said as all of them entered the room. "You called for us?"
Queen Amidala took a moment to look at each and every one them. Carefully searching near-porcelain features for any signs of fear and exasperation. She found none and was pleased. Instead, she found confidence and sheer impatience. Whatever was about to happen, they wanted it to happen now. Her loyal young women were ready to follow her to the ends of the galaxy and back again.
She moved a step forward away from Coruscant's magnificent view and addressed all them. "I am aware that we barely escaped Naboo with our lives," her commanding tone nearly echoed in the lush room. "I am also aware that while we may be safe, our people are not. The Senate debate was but a demonstration of how the bureaucrats really care about their position; that should any problem concerning a world such as ours present a threat to them, they'd prefer to prolong it to heighten their status and increase their ego. Naboo, to them, is just another petty obstacle that will soon pass."
The Queen paused for a moment of reflection. None of the 'maidens spoke for they knew she wasn't finished.
"Should this continue to become an increasing debate, our stay here will be longer than anticipated. I for one would rather go back home and fight to free our people. But right now, it is just not possible," she made eye contact briefly with one 'maiden in particular. "Right now we need every person available to help us make our stand and fight for Naboo's freedom. We will trust in the Jedi's judgment to protect our little party while we remain here on Coruscant. And I would see to it that we tell them personally."
That 'maiden in particular stirred a bit.
The Queen acknowledged the others understanding with a slight nod. "And with that said, I propose we leave immediately to see the High Council and check on the status of a certain healing Padawan."
Her words struck a chord with the group for immediately they all looked at each other with relieved expressions and smiles of high hopes.
"If it wasn't for Padawan Kenobi's action back on Tatooine, none of us would be here. It is my deepest wish that the Council know this…along with Padawan Kenobi," she looked straight into Padmé's eyes. "Although I will not be the one to tell him. We owe him a greater debt then he will ever know. The least the Jedi can do is be around until our home crisis is solved."
With that she beckoned Captain Panaka and Master Jinn into the room. After respectfully requesting why she wanted to be escorted to the Temple, Master Jinn soon got into contact with Master Yoda and Master Windu and relayed her wishes. Within seconds her request was granted and a slightly agitated Qui-Gon—nearly walking side by side with a very nervous and excited Padmé—was accompanying the Queen's entourage to the towering Jedi Temple.
Little Anakin and clumsy Jar-Jar weren't too far behind; Qui-Gon had some unfinished business with the Council that needed to be discussed.