Cradle to Grave
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31, water
A strange world, this Naboo. With its quarreling species, child Queen, water core…One of Jar Jar's ears slap me and my contemplative thoughts cease.
"Stay still," I say through gritted teeth. It takes all my Jedi calm and self-mastery not to chuck this hurtling pole of clumsiness through the cockpit and into the sea.
I sneak a guilty glance at my Master, afraid that he has picked up on my uncharitable thoughts, but his thoughts are elsewhere. There is a gentle smile on his face as he stares out at the untamed life-forms staring back through the transpariteel barrier.
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