=Nelson's stolen speeder, above the plains=
He'd done it.
Ricco Bene, Sith initiate and acolyte to Darth Tyranus himself, had pulled it off. He stole a glance over his shoulder at a plume of smoke rising behind him, and the purple glow of the still-active shield.
"Incredible," he said, shaking his head with a wry grin as he faced back forward. His careful, resourceful planning had paid off marvelously. He couldn't wait to recount his brilliance to his master.
Bene leaned back in the seat, coasting far away from Theed into the night as he ran it all over in his head, rehearsing what he'd say. First, he'd mention the bombs. The first bomb was an ion bomb (which had already detonated without a noticeable blast) intended to freeze the shield generator interface system, locking it in place, so no one could follow him out of the city… not easily, at least. The second was a distraction placed in the plasma refinery complex. It bought him the necessary time he needed. The third was placed in the archives, which used a dated comm channel to call the repair station. Upon finding damage, the facility's computers would summon repair droids that would use a code to override the shields in a patch Bene had already weakened. He'd timed his escape perfectly with their arrival, and he knew his master would be pleased.
But then the next part was his favorite. He reached into his pocket for the remote detonator he'd stolen from an office in the palace earlier, and looked at it proudly. He'd delayed the Jedi long enough, but this would create enough mass chaos to seal them in Theed for sure.
With his thumb he depressed the button, and when the echoing and booming of the premature firework show reached his ears, he smiled.
A perfect finishing touch.
Not only had he done a bit of damage to Theed, he'd delayed the Jedi from joining an offense on Geonosis, sabotaged their festival, and hired a pair of eyes and ears to put into the Jedi temple. Bene, of course, had bluffed to Vin Rajik about having any sort of control over his sister, but Vin's feelings towards her were so obvious and clear Bene couldn't resist threatening her to manipulate him. If he had the time, perhaps he'd track her down himself to make good on his threat, but he'd consider that later.
Now, he centered himself as the wind ruffled his hair and thundered in his ears. He could celebrate later; now wasn't the time to get cocky. He wasn't off Naboo yet.
He lowered his eyes to look at the dashboard of his stolen speeder. Its controls were unfamiliar to him, but after a moment of hunting he was able to find the long-range transmitter. Bene punched in a series of well-memorized coordinates and waited for his master's response.