The breath Callera didn't even know she was holding, slowly leaves her body as she sees a slightly scorched R2D2 wheel its way back into the bay before the ship shudders into hyperspace. While not a pilot, she'd been on enough ships to know there was a problem with that jump. Jar Jar's nervous energy next to her thrumming across the Force as Callera keeps her breathing steady.

"First time Jar Jar?"

"Uh huh." The Gungan's rapid nod and hesitant voice all the evidence she needs.

"While the start was shakier than normal, we should be good now till our destination." Callera's words coupled with the smallest caress of the Force bring Jar Jar's body to a more relaxed state, as the two of them sit quietly in the corner while the ship itself seems to have its tension lowered.

An hour later, Callera's minder comes in with a bundle under his arm. "The Jedi want you in attendance as they and Captain Panaka give the queen our status and current plans." Handing her the bundle, "While I doubt they're your size, we scrounged up a pair of pants and a tunic between the pilots and security so you can be more 'presentable' in front of her Highness."

"Thank you and please thank the rest of the crew for me. These bulkheads can get rather cold on a bare back." Slowly pulling herself up as another thought runs through her mind. "I'm surprised that Captain Panaka would agree with the Jedi to have me in the Queen's presence?"

The guard nods, and motions for her to follow him. Taking a quick path to the crew quarters, out of sight of most. "The sonic shower is one of the few things that work Miss Callera, but to answer your question…your hangar stunt bought you a little goodwill in his eyes. You saw a threat to us, wanted to deal with it, knew I would hold you back, and so you asked for a Jedi to keep an eye on you and help stop the threat."

Callera nods in acceptance of the shower, moving into the lavatory as the man gives what he thinks is Panaka's reasoning. Leaving the door slightly adjar so the man always has a sense of her presence, she disrobes. Stripping down fully, she throws her shorts and bra into the sonic shower to at least quickly shake lose the grime and debris of the day, before stepping in herself. "I should stop referring to you in my head as my 'minder' may I have a name to go with my guard?"

"Lieutenant Malthus."

Stepping out of the stall, she starts to redress. "Thank you Lieutenant Malthus." Pulling her shorts and top back on before reaching for the trousers; loose and flowing on her lithe frame. "Do you have a belt I can borrow? The waist is just a little much."

"None small enough for you, hopefully the Queen and her maidens have one you can borrow from them later."

Rolling the waist down a few rolls, tightening the waist up and then rolling the leg hems up her calves exposing her feet back to open air and giving her some mobility. "Can't be helped then." Grabbing the loose burgundy shirt causes a tear to drip down her cheek. "Davos…"

'Why do you always wear red Davos?'

'It stands out against most other medics' whites and lets me hide the blood from many species so I don't spook refugees who are already skittish when they come in the clinic.'

"What was that?"

"Sorry just some memories." Shaking her head she dons the loose tunic, puling her hair free to settle mid back. Nodding to herself in the mirror she steps back out. "Not much better than the girl playing dress up in her father's clothes, but beats freezing against cold bulkheads either." Moving towards Malthus as he rises. "lead on good sir."

Quietly the two make their way to the Queen's 'Hall' for lack of a better word in Callera's mind. It even had a throne on one end with entrances to her private section nearby. Shuffling in along the back wall, Callera moves to be nearer to the Force contingent on the ship, knowing that she was there on their request.

With her presence registered Captain Panaka looks to the Queen, "The ship cannot make it to Courscant in its current condition, while the R2 unit saved us by repairing the shields; the damage was already done. We are on our backup drive and few options are open to us. I will let the master Jedi describe the choice he set us on, which is one I heartily disagree with."

Qui-Gon nods both in recognition of the queen and the captain's objection. "We are heading to Tatooine your Highness, it is in range and out of the reach of the Trade Federation."

Panaka again speaks up here, 'It is out of reach because it is controlled by the Hutts!"

"With the right approach, they will not know about the Queen until we have already left." Qui-Gon's confident voice trying to settle the nerves around the destination of choice.

"How will that happen?"

"The ship will land far enough outside city limits, and I will take the R2 unit with me to the city to get the parts we need."

Callera fight back an eyeroll before interjecting, "And what story will you tell about needing hyperdrive parts?"

"What do you mean?" Qui-Gon's voice curious.

"Places like this; how you tell your story can be just as important as who you tell it to. If you go in looking like say a farmer and asking for hyperdrive parts. Most traders will laugh outright in your face because they'll assume you can never pay, and if you manage to show that you can pay…"

"Then you aren't the farmer you appeared to be, and interest is raised in you." Panaka finishes for her.

Waving her hand at Panaka and nodding, "The Captain's got it. You have the right idea master Jedi, but you've got to make it believable if you don't want to raise too many eyebrows...or the wrong ones."

Looking around seeing one of the pilots watching the byplay Callera waits till he locks eyes with her to speak to him. "What class of ship is this?"

"J type seven Nubian."

"What other ships use the same style of hyperdrive as this?"

"I don't know."

Panaka interjects seeing where Callera is trying to go, "Talk with the other pilots and look through the databases, find a ship type that is less likely to draw attention." The pilot nods and rushes off. "You have an idea?"

Pointing at Qui-Gonn, "Father, "pointing at two handmaidens, "one of them as daughter, and one of your guards as their bodyguard. Inconsequential members of a merchant family whose ship hit a gravity shear or any other hyperspace mishap that can toast a hyperdrive."

"So why them and not other members of the crew in that case?"

Pointing at a handmaiden, "She's been daddy's sheltered princess, and her father thinks it's a good idea for her to start seeing other worlds and is using the mishap as a teaching opportunity."

Panaka nods, "But it won't pass more than a glancing check."

Callera tilts her head in agreement, "No story that we come up with here, will pass more than a quick check. All we want to do is make believable enough that people don't think to look deeper." Pausing briefly she looks around. "How are we going to pay for the parts anyway?"

"Republic credits."

"That's going to be a problem, but not insurmountable. Out on the Outer Rim, barter is better than government currency."

At this Queen finally interjects, "My handmaidens will look through my wardrobe and quarters, and the crew will look through the rest of the ship to see what can be taken to trade."

Qui-Gon bows briefly, "Thank you your Highness."

"No, thank you Master Jedi for what you and your Padawan have done for us."

Panaka's eyes close as he starts to think. Opening them he looks to the Queen, and tilts his head towards Callera. The Queen's tilt of the head in reply is all he needs.

"Since it is your plan, the Queen and I agree, you shall be the bodyguard."

"I don't have appropriate clothing for the role."

The Queen speaks again, "We have a few days to our destination, I am sure between everyone here, we can have you looking the part."

Sithspit

Nodding her head in weary acceptance, "As you wish your Highness, I will do my best to help the Master Jedi secure your hyperdrive."

"But before that is certain," Qui-Gon interjects, "I believe you promised us an 'interogation.'"

Nodding her head, before letting her ice blue eyes meet again with Qui-Gon's, Callera's exhaustion plain.

"Yes, yes I did."