The cool air flowing into the ship as the gangway lowers causes Callera to tug on her borrowed tight-fitting black button-down blouse borrowed from the queen. Standing near the back of the group, the Jedi in front, followed by the Queen and her entourage with Artoo and Threepio amongst them with their information, and then the stragglers: Jar Jar, Anakin, Shmi and herself. Looking back towards Anakin standing there unsure with his hand in his mother's reinforces Callera's resolve to not let this little boy to not suffer his destined fate.

"Don't worry Anakin, everything will be fine." Callera's gentle smile sets him and his mother at ease. "A new world can be scary, but everything will be okay. You remember the plan?"

"Mom and I are to stay with the Queen until she goes to the Senate or the Jedi Council or you call for us." His bright chirpy voice widening Callera's smile and causing a small one to appear on Shmi.

"That's right. We're about to meet several powerful people that can help the Queen, just outside the ship. Be polite and let them talk, to them we have no say in things."

"But you've been helping the Queen?" Anakin's confusion.

"I am no Jedi, no 'official advisor,'" Motioning to him, his mother, Jar Jar, and herself before continuing, "all four of us are considered guests of the Queen, the best way to help her is to play up to that expectation during this meeting."

Shmi squeezes her son's hand bringing his attention to her. "This is a nicer version of when we would be near Watto and he was arguing with a customer. We had no role in those arguments unless asked." He nods in understand as the group slowly makes its way into the light.

As Callera steps into the light to see the people greeting the Queen, she does everything to not react. Palpatine. Emperor. Darth Sidious. The affectation of a plain, simple, and genial man next to who she assumes is Chancellor Vellorum, a man barely standing from the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders.

"The situation has become far more complicated." The voice of Qui-Gon drawing her attention to the Jedi of the welcoming committee. A tall dark-skinned bald man and a short green being. Wishing she'd paid more attention to Tionne's lectures on famous Jedi she can't identify the first, but the second… Yoda. The Grandmaster and Master Skywalker's mentor. Already old, but none of the weariness Master Skywalker mentioned when speaking of the revered Master.

"I am so glad to see you have made it safely your highness," Palpatine's smooth voice brings Callera's attention back to him. Palpatine's eyes had left the Queen's to briefly look at her, "would you please introduce me to your guests."

"Of course, Senator Palpatine." She turns and motions the group of guests forward. "May I present Jar Jar Binks, Callera Bladesinger, and Shmi and Anakin Skywalker. All of them helped us get to Courscant" Callera tilts her head in acknowledgement of being called, her eyes never leaving Palpatine's. Both having the same thought.

'He/She Knows.'

"Thank you for helping my Queen." Palpatine bows slightly to the group.

Looking to the rest of the 'guests' and receiving a nod before she speaks, her eyes locked on the butcher of countless beings. "It was our pleasure Senator."

"Callera, it is time to go to the Temple." Qui-Gon calls out as he and the Council members start to move to their transport.

"You have an appointment with the Council?" Curiosity tinging the Senator's voice.

"The Force brought me to Naboo in rather interesting ways Senator Palpatine, so the Jedi who found me feel I need to tell my story to the Council with alacrity."

"Perhaps you could indulge a curious old man when there is a moment."

"Perhaps, Senator." Echoing the word before turning to face the Queen and Anakin.

"May the Force be with you."

"Thank you for all your assistance, Callera Bladesinger, and may the Jedi Council help you find what you seek." Amidala then looks to Palpatine and Vellorum, "You said it would be a few hours until the Senate session begins, is there a way to see to my guests before then?"

"Of course, Your Highness. The Senate Apartments for me and staff has enough room for you, your entourage and your guests."

Callera freezes slightly just past the politicians as she catches those words. 'Sithspit…he shouldn't do anything just yet…too public…I hope…' Moving fully towards the Jedi and looking directly in Yoda's eyes as she bows. "Greetings, Master Yoda."

"Heard of me you have?"

"In a manner of speaking, Master Yoda."

"News you have, urgent you feel it is."

"I was told of how insightful you could be," Looking back over her shoulder to know she was out of Sidious's hearing range and speaks softly, "the fate of the Jedi hinges on my words."

The dark-skinned Jedi speaks up, "And how certain of you are this?"

"I would not be here if I thought otherwise." Her eyes boring into his.

He stares back unblinking and she feels his senses reach out. Knowing the greatest threat to the galaxy is barely twenty feet from her, her walls stay up. Eyes-narrow.

"Master Jedi, You will have the chance to evaluate my words in front of the Council. I've already, showed Master Qui-Gon and Padawan Obi-Wan my sincerity." He glances over to them and they nod.

"Very well then." Nodding his head in acknowledgement as the group heads towards the transport.

'Please be don't draw attention to yourself Anakin. Allya and the Force protect me and guide my steps'