Another chapter for your amusement! I am glad to see that people are enjoying the story. It makes me feel all bubbly inside. You know… like a Muchkinland kind of happy… hehe… that's sad eh? Ok, I will stop rambling on and on though I will pester once more. Review/does a dance/ See, I dance for you? Dance, dance, dance!

Sabe sat upon the floor with her journal resting upon her thighs. She was writing down everything that had transpired over the last while. So far she was at the part where she had sent Padme to clean up R2D2. The little droid had saved all their lives and for that Sabe knew that her highness wouldn't mind fixing it up. Ok, so she was going to be in big trouble when Padme came back, though it didn't bother her.

Coming into the room, Rabe picked up a pillow and threw it at Sabe. "Hey there lazy. Get up!"

Sabe knitted her brow. "Why?"

"Ugh, her highness is on a royal rampage."

"Oh…"

There was a light laugh from Rabe. She pulled off her head piece and tucked it in her sash. Everyone agreed that Rabe was the most beautiful. Her long brown hair was the envy of all the girls. "It has nothing to do about the droid. She just wants to go along with the Jedi and his Gungan companion. She's crazy."

Sabe sighed and rose to her feet. "No, she's just the Queen."

Upon entering another room, Sabe gave a slight glare to Padme. "What on earth do you think your doing? Get yourself killed is what I say."

"No one asked you." Padme gave an equal glare to Sabe. They were both dressed down and out of fancy robes but it was evident that Padme was going for more of a peasant look. She put on a belt. "I will go and there are no ands, ifs, or buts about it."

"You are going to make me old a grey before I turn sixteen!" Sabe shook her head.

Padme shrugged her shoulders and turned to leave the room. Her annoyance level on a high. "Well, that's not my problem now is it. I am just a simple farm girl who became Queen of Naboo. You were chosen as my protection; not my mother."

"Just promise me one thing." Sabe walked over to Padme and place a hand on her shoulder. She knew that at times, she forgot her place. It was hard for her to keep quite about certain things. Padme hated that about Sabe but Sabe wouldn't change for the world. "If you are going to go out there alone, come back in one piece."

"The dead can come in one piece." Padme's glare did not waver. "I will be back before you know it."

Sabe was on a mission that seemed more important to her then anything else. Her eyes scanned every nook and cranny and still, no place for her to be alone. Writing meant more to her then sitting down and scratching away at paper. She needed to be alone. Sometimes she would be so engrossed in her thoughts that she would laugh and cry out loud. This was her way of relieving stress. Plus it made her bubblier around the other girls and they defiantly needed that now.

Turning another corner, she poked her head through a door way. No one was there and why would anyone want to be in the heart of the ship. All the noise proved to be annoying at times.

She picked up the light green skirts and jumped over a thick pipe that ran across the floor. Sitting upon a metal box, Sabe took out her small journal. "Finally some time alone!"

"Not quite," Came a voice from behind a generator. Obi-Wan tilted his head when he rose from his crouched position. "Everywhere I go, I seem to discover a new handmaiden but I see you are not one of those are you?"

Sabe knitted her brow and then realized she was wearing a gown with the crest of the Queen on the belt. There was no head piece and so her long brown locks fell down her back; curls at the end bobbing. "Oh right." She sighed. "The whole royal thing."

"Royal thing?"

Opps, she made a booboo. The Queen would never say something like that. Ugh, she had to remember that she needed to act like the Queen! That was proving harder then she thought. "I mean, how could I be wandering around here? Well, simple. You can't live on handmaiden's conversations alone."

Obi-Wan smirked. "No? Don't you delight in talking about hair and boys?"

"And you think that is what girls talk about?"

"Well, that is what other girls talk about. None of them from where I was raised ever said anything along those lines."

She paused and then placed her journal at her side. Was this guy for real? Oh wait, she had to remember that he was a Jedi. She wasn't too keen on everything they practiced. All she knew was that the Jedi fought for freedom. "I certainly don't talk about those things."

"Then what do you like to talk about?" He crouched down and began to work once again on the generator. "You seem to be a debater."

"Women can debate. Allot better then some men."

There was a chuckle from the other side of the room. "I'll take your word on that."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I know it to be true. Too many girls have out-smarted me in my life time for me to put them down."

"Oh." Sabe got off the metal box and walked over to the generator. Her arms came to rest upon the cool surface as she leaned over. Brown hair fell in her face. "That's a good thing. It keeps one humble." She paused. "You need a smaller head on that tool."

She gazed to her side and reached into the small box. Handing Obi-Wan the tool, she sighed. "How long do you think we are going to be here?"

"I don't know." He replied while taking the tool. "You have smarts with tools."

"Oh, well I am not from a wealthy house. When there is something to be done I do it. I have no brothers so the girls have to lend a hand."

He nodded his head and stood up. "Maybe that's a good thing. The cooling system is on high now so we won't melt in the heat."

"Oh wonderful! I hate this heat!" She paused. "So your truly are a Jedi?"

Obi-Wan nodded his head. It was sometimes very awkward to be a Jedi since everyone had the same questions. "Last time I checked. So are you truly a Queen?"

"Last time I checked." She answered. "You're not formal with royals."

"I usually am but it seems you are not like I first thought."

Sabe knitted her brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you came off as snobby and stuck up with just a pinch of stubbornness." He leaned against the generator; facing her. "Does that offend you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Hardly. Just what I expected actually."

"Hmm… and how is that your majesty?"

"Everyone can come off the opposite of what they are under pressure or upon a first meeting. I find it typical that you thought of me as such." She shrugged her shoulders and headed for the door. "I thought Jedi were supposed to be smarter then that."

Obi-Wan smiled and chased after her, his body blocking her exit. "Jedi can't read your mind at all times."

"Can you read mine now?" She asked.

"It's not as simple as that."

Sabe rolled her eyes and pushed her way past him. "Wrong answer."

Obi-Wan shook his head though one could tell he was riveting with merriment. This was defiantly not going to be a boring time on the ship. Well, not if he kept having run inn's with the 'Queen.'