A low mechanical thrum fills the air as Callera treds water and the urge to disappear fills her head, instinctively dropping herself below the waterline as a big beige hovering vehicle comes around the corner, a barrel pointing over the lake. Letting the Force flow through her she slowly swims towards the buildings, and pulls her self out of water on the stone pier, the stairs up and into the building keeping her out of sight, but not letting her see what prompted her dive either.

'What was that?' Callera keeps her motions slow and steady, praying that the sounds of water dripping doesn't attract extra attention to herself. Trying to slowly pull herself up the stairs, her ears wide open.

*Clank Clank Clank* "Building is secure, residents are in custody and on the way to processing." The mechanical voice, causing her to pause below the stair line.

Waiting for the unmistakable clank of droid legs to walk away, she looks to the building nearest her, gathering her feet underneath her she leaps on top of it, landing with a roll on the flat surface; her roll stopping inches from the wall for the next story. Laying herself flat, she crawls to one edge and looks over to see one droid patrol marching a group of what look to be civilians in the direction the 'processing' center must be. Quietly moving along the edge, she looks to see the tank that spooked her back under water starting what looked to be a patrol pattern. This was more than just a police action, this was an invasion.

Dropping down from the roof, she makes for an alley. Once on the ground she starts to look for any door left open from people being herded away. At the very least she needs more normal clothes to fit in. Her skin-tight shorts and sports bra leave little to the imagination, add in that her skin is a bluish silver, she does stand out. Looking around she see what looks like an open door…

"Hands Up!"
Callera held her hands up as she turned around to face the robotic voices. Five droids looking so new yet everything in her mind telling her that they should be very old, pointing very lethal blasters at her.

"Keep walking to the processing center, and no delays citizen of Naboo." Keeping her sigh in check, as the information about where she is finally enters her brain.

Taking a chance she speaks. "Under Republic law for care and treatment of those under occupation or blockade, certain standards of care must be met for it to be considered legal and not a warcrime." Nodding to the open door she'd been about to enter. "Can I at least enter my house and get some pants on? You caught me mid exercise. All I need is two minutes, and have two of you follow me in to ensure I am rapid and complying."

The one with the red stripe nods. "Processing…..Bravo and Charlie take her in and watch her. You have two minutes to comply with Republic standards." the two in the back of the group of five step forward. "Rodger Rodger."

Rushing into the building, she sees a hallway out of the kitchen, following it she rushes to what looks to be the bedroom of this small home. She starts to tear apart the dressers, making more noise than needed. "Where are they?!" The droids finally entering the room as she speaks, the edge in her voice. "Dammit." A sickly green glow meets her eyes from the drawer her hand is in, not bright in the light of day but enough for her to know...she is ready.

"Your two minutes are up Ma'am." *ZZZT crash* The droid that spoke falling in a hail of sparks, the hatchet that cleaved deep into its body dissolving. The other one raises it blaster to fire, but the body of its compatriot slams into it from the side pinning it to the wall as a green knife flies at its optical processors, and it knew no more.

"Two down, three to go." Callera slowly wills another blade into existence, one based on the swords wield by ancient Jedi and Sith before the lightsaber, its off green color granting a measure of certainty as she strides purposefully towards the door. Strides turn to a run just before the exit, launching herself into a roll, coming to her feet at the perfect distance and spins. One cut, three droids on the floor.

Elsewhere in Theed

"Did you feel that Master?"

"I did Obi-wan, there is someone strong in the Force here."

"But who, we were the only Jedi sent?"

"We must be cautious, but this means we must find the Queen even sooner now. This way."

In a meditation room in the Jedi Temple

"Like a stone in a pond, something has disrupted the waters of the Force."

An office between meetings as its occupant's staff are dismissed

'These ripples do not affect the plan. I shall be Chancellor soon enough, but they do bear watching.'

Taking a quick breath and letting the blade dissipate in her hands, Callera listens and lets the sounds of more clanking footsteps heading for her location. 'So much for pants.' Leaping on the roof of the next building, she moves deeper into the city. 'Okay I'm now on Naboo, how in the names of my sisters did I get here?!' Looking towards the palace she tries to remember her lessons on the planet. 'There should be a monument that I could see over there, but its not there... What's going on here?' That question forms at the front of her mind as a familiar *snap-hiss* tickles at her ear just in hearing range. Turning towards the sound she pushes her running towards the plaza the sounds seem to come from. 'I don't know who's here, but I'll take any help I can get.'