"And that is why the Bergens still want to eat us," Queen Poppy said, closing her scrapbook.

"But...we can't be eaten!" a purple Troll cried. "We're so far! Naboo is in a whole other system than Cor...Cor...Corsc..."

"Coruscant," Poppy corrected.

"Yeah, that," the purple Troll continued.

"I wouldn't say we're in a different system, per say," Poppy continued, "but I do believe we are far enough from the Bergens for them to find us!"

"Yay!" the Troll kids cheered.

"Alright, kids," Poppy said, standing, "out you go!"

She opened the pod and the kids chatted as they left. "Okay, DJ, you can rest now," Poppy said, smiling at her handmaiden. DJ Suki, a pink Troll with thick, orange hair, sighed and uncrossed her arms. "Oh, thank goodness," she said. "I thought I was gonna have to be stuck standing there forever!"

"Don't be so dramatic, DJ," Poppy said, smirking. "You know I had about another hour."

"Yeah, but it's still tough, standing there for so long without...really...doing anything." The handmaiden Troll has a white dress with white and orange leg warmers. Her face paint is meant to match the queen's, red stripes on the ears, and red dots on her cheeks. The queen has an extra red stripe on her forehead.

The queen has a blue dress, with red pod symbols on the bottom, with a dark blue cape and red fur lining the bottom. Her crown is red and white.

"You seemed stressed," DJ said.

"What?" Poppy asked, smiling and waving a hand at her handmaiden. "Noooo!"

DJ stared at her, unamused. "Okay, fine," Poppy said. "What gave it away?"

"Your ears are a little droopy," DJ said, pointing at her ears. "You also let the kids out a little earlier than usual."

"Okay, fine, you caught me red handed," she put her hands up. "Well, white handed."

"Your hands aren't even red, Poppy," DJ said. "They're pink."

"Fair enough."

"How about we go to the cantina?" DJ suggested.

"The one on Tatooine?" Poppy asked.

"Yeah, the one I always take you to, Poppy," DJ replied.

"Well, I don't know," Poppy said.

"Look, we'll be gone for thirty minutes. No one will even know we're gone."

"Well..." Poppy said. Thirty minutes is a little longer than she usually takes her, but it would be a nice break. Besides, the village does well on it's own when she's gone for ten minutes. Maybe she needs this. DJ always knows what's best for her. "Well, okay," Poppy finally agreed. "But no more than thirty minutes."

"Got it!" DJ said, saluting.

Poppy followed DJ out to the palace. The palace is a large, three layered pod, hanging from the largest over cliff hang. It has a set of stairs. Poppy followed DJ out back to DJ's personal ship. Her Naboo Starfighter. "Okay, Poppy, let's make sure no one sees you come in here, and we'll be back in a jiffy," DJ said.

"In a shake of a Troll's hair?" Poppy asked.

"In a shake of a Troll's hair," DJ agreed. They shook hair. "Okay, let's go," Poppy said.

She stepped into the Naboo Starfighter and sat down in the deck of the ship. She didn't know how to fly. She was supposed to learn from her father. She heard he was the best pilot any Troll could ask for. He even set up a flying school, but forbit any Trolls from using the ships to leave planet.

She only knew her father for four years. There was a battle in Naboo Space, in which he went to go participate in, and he died, heroically, as the history scrapbooks say. Poppy knows the true story. The palace guards told her.

They say he died in the explosion of his ship. He was shooting a torpedo but his ship got jammed and the torpedo blew up before it got a chance to escape. She never liked that story. She always wanted to believe the ones in the history scrapbooks.

Those ones say that he shot down many ships. His torpedo split in two, either because he accidentally shot two or he had a broken one, and he took down two capital ships with it. However, he failed to take down the dreadnaught and died in a bombardment of missiles.

No one knows who they were fighting. All they know is that there was a large battle in Naboo Space. Only one Troll came back from the war, and even he admitted to not having known who it was. Or he was told not to. Either way, they will never know. Whether the enemy is dangerous or not, Poppy doesn't know. But she likes to think that an enemy is just a friend you haven't made yet.

DJ entered hyperdrive and landed shortly on Tatooine. Poppy always got weird looks on Tatooine by these small creatures she didn't know the name of. They have their faces hidden, and they keep saying 'Utini!' Their eyes glow yellow and Poppy thinks they're kinda cute. DJ has told her to avoid eye contact with anyone on Tatooine, especially those inside the cantina. Poppy never understood why, but she trusted DJ and followed her instructions, despite the fact that she wants to talk to so many people. All these people are new to her, and she hasn't made any friends with them yet.

"Okay, in you go, Poppy," DJ said, holding the rock door open for the queen. Poppy walked inside the cantina.

DJ ordered them drinks and followed Poppy at their usual table. It's near the center, in a small alcove on the left side of the bar. The table behind DJ is usually empty, however, it is occupied this time. Poppy brushed it off, as she didn't consider it a problem.

"Okay, Poppy," DJ said, sitting at the table. "What's up? What's on your mind? What're you thinking about? Spill the beans!"

"Uhm..." Poppy started. "Well, besides having to take care of all those Trolls, our twentieth anniversary is coming up of our escape from Coruscant, and...I kinda want to make a big deal out of it. I mean...the kids don't know how much it REALLY means to us, as Trolls. Trolls who weren't free just before their generation. I mean, sure, they know the story, but do they really KNOW the story. They didn't live it! I was just a baby when it happened. It's all fuzzy, but...I know that I wouldn't be here to day if-"

"Okay, Poppy, I get it," DJ said, putting her hand on Poppy's wrist. "Take it easy."

A Troll with green hair approached their table and handed them two drinks, set on a place, gently placing the cups on the table. "Enjoy," he said in a monotone voice. He walked away. "What's his problem?" Poppy asked. "Why is he so sad?"

"This cantina is most known for its fights, Poppy," DJ replied. "But, anyway, take it easy. You're pushing yourself too hard."

Poppy stared at her for a moment, before putting her head down. "You think?" she asked innocently, looking up at her handmaiden.

"Yeah, I think so," DJ replied. "You have to take it easy on yourself. That's what I'm here for. Besides protecting you, that is, I'm here to help you. You can't do everything on your own."

Poppy sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, maybe DJ was right. Maybe she was pushing herself too hard. "Yeah, you're right," she finally said. "I can trust you."

"That's the spirit!" DJ cheered. "On three!"

DJ held up her cup, the green water sloshing around inside. Poppy smiled and put hers up. "One," DJ started, "two, three! To a good, trusting friendship!"

They clinked their glasses into each other, the green liquid splashing onto the table. They both drank some of the drink before Poppy put her cup back onto the table. "Ooh, I think I got it!" Poppy cheered. "How about a party?"

"A party?" DJ asked. "Wouldn't-"

"What did you say?" someone in the back yelled to their seating partner. "You take that back! Twi'leks are not cheap copies of-"

"Yeah they are!" his partner yelled. "And I'll say it again too!"

"No you won't!" the Twi'lek yelled. He punched his partner in the nose, causing it to bleed.

"Hey! You don't dare!" his partner yelled.

"Oh yeah I did! And I'll do it again!"

They started punching each other. The Twi'lek's partner fell backwards, outside of the alcove, and knocked over the Troll waiter. He fell onto another table, his glasses shattering and spilling the contents onto the customers at the table. They started yelling and punching each other.

Someone fell backwards and into another person, and he punched them. An all-out brawl broke loose in the cantina. "We should probably get out of here," Poppy suggested.

"Good idea," DJ agreed.

A glass bottle came flying at their direction. Poppy closed her eyes and hugged DJ. There came a buzzing sound, which zoomed right past them, and shattered the glass. It hit the ground in front of them. Poppy opened her eyes to see a blue lightsaber in front of her. Well, what she assumed was a lightsaber. She's never actually seen one. No one has. Trolls aren't popular for their Force-sensitive abilities. There were some, but that was before she was born, and none have been found since.

"Is that-?" Poppy asked.

"Get up!" Branch cried. He grabbed Poppy's wrist and hoisted her up off the ground. He then did the same for her handmaiden. Poppy looked at their rescuer. HIs eyes are a bright blue, his skin grey, and his hair black.

"Oh!" Poppy exclaimed. "You're-"

"There's no time for formalities," the Troll said. "We need to get out of here now!"

"But I haven't finished my drink yet!" DJ cried.

"Well, you can leave it and live, or you can go back and finish it and probably die," he said sarcastically. Oh, wow, he's angry.

"Okay, fine!" DJ cried. The grey Troll pulled Poppy's wrist, until she shoved her hand away from his. He spun his lightsaber in circles, creating a barricade to block any projectiles thrown at them.

"Look! A Jedi!" called the Twi'lek. "Get him!"

The Troll stopped walking and stood in front of the queen and her handmaiden. "You two, get out, now. I'll hold them off. Get far away enough from the cantina you can't see it anymore. I'll meet you out there."

"But-" Poppy started.

"Go!" he yelled.

DJ grabbed Poppy's wrist and pulled her outside. "DJ! We can't just leave him in there!"

"He's a Jedi!" DJ cried. "He'll be fine!"

DJ pulled Poppy a certain distance before she stopped. Poppy fell onto the ground to catch her breath. DJ just bent over, putting her hands on her knees, panting. "Okay, I think that's good," DJ panted. "Now we wait."

Just a couple of minutes later, the grey Troll ran up the dunes and met back up with DJ and Poppy. "You guys okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Poppy said. "I think so."

"Good," he said. He closed his lightsaber, stuck it in his hair, and started walking off. "Bye."

"Bye?" Poppy asked, standing, and running in front of him. "Bye? Hey, mister! You saved our lives! I think it's fair if we get to know your name!"

"You already know my name," he said.

Author's Note

Funny to think this all started when I doodled Branch with a lightsaber for no reason.