TITLE: Portrait of a Queen: Sabe's Story (Chapters 1 & 2)

AUTHOR: Amidolee (emily)

CATEGORY: Generally TPM, but has flashbacks from before. A little bit after, too.

WARNINGS: Spoilers, I guess. Nothing bad.

SUMMARY: While Sabe is decoy on the Queen's transport she developes a friendship with a certain young Jedi Padawan. This story is her point of view on things that happened before, during, and after TPM.

FEEDBACK: Yes please!!!

DISCLAIMER: Hey, back off GL zooks! I'm just adding a little life and character to this noble person that you neglected in TPM! I'm not making any money so don't worry. Also: I began reading Sabe's journal after I started this and had to change a few things so the stories weren't carbon copies!

The rating I guess is PG.

Chapter One

The starship's chamber was silent. None of it's inhabitants said a word.

Four. Three, absolutely silent and still, observing the fourth's amazingly silent pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, not making a single sound, except for the slight whispering of robes. Two cloaked handmaidens, a Queen garbed in black, and a Jedi.

The silence pressed in and the Queen garbed in black shifted ever so slightly and the young Jedi glanced up, seeming to realized that his relentless pacing was disturbing the Queen and her handmaidens.

Indeed, the young man's pacing was disturbing the handmaidens. Their faces were hidden by their hooded cloaks, but Sabe' had nothing to hide her face than the white paint that hid her features. Looking down at her white-painted nails, Sabe' realized that her delicate fingers had been kneading the beaded oversleeve of her black travel gown. Immediately, the fidgeting stopped. The Jedi's pacing must not allow her apprehension show. She had a duty. If her true emotions arose, Rabe' and Eirtae' would lose composure and Amidala's cover would be blown.

The Jedi sat down on the side benches protruding from the vessel's wall.

He began playing with the long, thin braid that was a sharp contrast to his short, cropped hair and short ponytail. His booted foot tapped silently as he stared thoughtfully across the Queen's chamber room. The tapping stopped and the fidgeting with his braid ceased.

He must be meditating or something, Sabe' thought to herself. She knew the art of meditation well. It had been taught to her when she had come into the service of the Queen of the Naboo, Amidala. The reason she was in this predicament, masquerading as the Queen.

An air of calm began flowing through the chamber. Sabe' sensed the Jedi's relaxation and peace. Rabe' and Eirtae' seemed to calm down, as well. The Jedi, what was his name? Obi-Wan, Sabe' remembered. The Jedi Knight's eyes closed and he sent his peace out to the others.

Sabe' was grateful. She needed to calm herself until the Queen and the Jedi Master returned from the spaceport city of Mos Espa with hyperdrive parts for the damaged ship's core. The Queen's transport had sustained damage in their escape from the collapsed planet of Naboo.

The apprehension left her body as her mind began to wander, her thoughts drifting back to half a year ago, when the newly elected Queen of the Naboo began the search for her handmaidens. . .

Twelve young girls lined the perimeter of the Theed Palace garden. Twelve brown eyed, brown haired (except for one), and relatively short Naboo. Each wore a soft green tunic and rugged tactical boots. Their brown hair pulled tightly away from their young faces.

A dark man dressed in military garb gazed at every girl intently. These were the candidates for the newly elected Queen Amidala's personal bodyguards. Each had been chosen to undergo extensive training. Each had left their homes and families to devote themselves to the young Queen. They all resembled Amidala and were worthy of the title of Handmaiden.

Yet, only five would be chosen.

Captain Panaka had overseen the trial and training mostly, but the Queen had insisted on her assistance. The candidates had not known of her observations. Five young Naboo had drawn her attention, and Panaka agreed, for they were the strongest and most resourceful of the twelve.

Sabe' stood absolutely still as the Head of Naboo Royal Security eyed them. Her heart thumped in her chest and she struggled to appear calm and cool. This was the moment. It was a high honor to be chosen as a handmaiden to the Queen. Her mother and father would be proud of their 'little Sabe'. A sudden thought occurred to her, one that was not of herself, but of the other girls. The ones that would not be chosen would return to their families. Some would go as if their trial hadn't happened, and others would feel discouraged and wallow.

I will not be disappointed, Sabe' ordered herself. There's always other things. But as her training went on, Sabe' had discovered that she was talented as a secret bodyguard. She was clever and strong and understood the royal protocol. The Queen had been the previous Princess of Theed, and Sabe' supported her.

Moving her eyes down the line, Sabe' gazed at the others. Some had become close friends over the time of trial. Sache', a beautiful girl from Theed, was one of her best friends. Reine' was from Sabe's grandmother's village and an old friend. Their eyes met briefly, but then the entrance to the garden opened and a young girl gowned in rich golden fabric with red embroidery entered. Her face was painted white and she seemed delicate and doll-like. Two red dots, one on each cheek, symbolized symmetry. The red slash on her bottom lip marked the remembrance of Naboo's Time of Suffering before the Great Time of Peace.

Royal guards flanked her, but she raised a small hand to signal that they stay behind.

"Your Highness," Captain Panaka bowed. The twelve followed suit and bowed respectfully in unison. All eyes were trained on Queen Amidala of the Naboo.

"Captain," the young, soft voice addressed. She paused as her brown eyes gazed at the line of Naboo girls. "You may continue."

"Yes, Your Highness," the man said. He turned to the awaiting girls. "Her Majesty, Queen Amidala of the Naboo, has chosen five candidates to become her Royal Handmaidens. . ."

Sabe' knew that she should be listening to the Captain, but her eyes were trained on the Queen, who gazed at the girls silently. Queen Amidala held an air of composure and a pureness of a kind heart. Her gaze was not judging, but of a professional assessment.

"Yane'," the Captain's voice brought Sabe' to attention as the girl beside her stepped forward and bowed. "Eirtae'." Another girl stepped forward and bowed. She was the only blonde girl in the row. "Sache'."

Sabe' gave her friend a congratulatory smile, but then tensed as the next name was called. It wasn't her, but a girl by the name of Rabe'. Her throat closed up and her mouth was dry. One more, just one more! The apprehension in the garden was so thick that one could almost see it.

I. . . am. . . going. . . to. . .scream. . . Sabe' thought as the Naboo Captain took one last glance at the datapad list.

"Sabe'."

Huh? Had she heard right? She had been chosen? She had been chosen!

For a moment, Sabe' stood dumbfounded, then the girl beside her gave her a small nudge. Sabe' stepped forward and bowed to the Queen, a small smile escaping her lips. Then, a sick feeling plunged to her stomach when she realized that Reine' hadn't been picked. Her heart sank at the thought of her dear friend's disappointment. The two girls had often talked of how wonderful it would be to serve the Queen together. Sabe', Sache', and Reine' had had such high hopes. Now, Reine' wouldn't share in the service.

Sabe' glanced at Reine', who was trying to put up a brave front, but the girl's eyes glistened from held back tears. Reine' was very sensitive and emotional, which Sabe' half-suspected was a reason for not being one among the chosen.

The Queen's eyes betrayed her apparent aloofness. The deep brown eyes showed compassion for the girls who had tried so hard to be able to protect her. She spoke to the unchosen with comforting words and assurances.

Then, Captain Panaka insisted that the Queen and her handmaidens must begin at once. Sabe' said her final good-bye to Reine', and then followed Queen Amidala and Captain Panaka into the Palace to begin her new life serving and protecting another.

Protection. That seemed to Panaka's theme, Sabe' observed. As soon as the five handmaidens were picked and cloaked into their formal garb, she realized that there was much more to being a handmaiden than meets the eyes.

The girls were to be Amidala's shadows, with her at all times. She was never to be left alone. They were her quiet bodyguards, appearing to be harmless servants and maids to the Queen. All five were trained in combat and self-defense. The Queen was yet to be trained in both aspects, for what little training she had needed to be patched up. That was Rabe's and Sabe's duty for the time being.

Queen Amidala expressed her opinion of doubt. She thought that the Captain was being overly cautious. Naboo was a peaceful planet. The Captain pointed out that there were other threats outside of Naboo that would not hesitate to do harm.

Another duty of a handmaiden, Sabe' soon discovered, was that Amidala's exotic hairstyles and gowns were very articulate and one needed patience to prepare. Rabe' and Yane' proved to be quite gifted in and patient in that area. Sache' attended to the Queen's make-up.

Sabe' and Eirtae's political background proved helpful to the Queen and they often coached her at times when Amidala needed reminding. The Queen was very professional and took her duty to heart.

A few months after the coronation, the door buzzed to Amidala's chamber.

Rabe' and Yane' had been in the process of braiding Amidala's long hair in long, little braids to wrap around the Queen's jeweled headdress. Eirtae' was busy sorting through the Queen's many gowns and complimenting handmaidens cloaks, while Sache' applied the make-up to Amidala's face. Sabe' was bent over the Queen's headdress, polishing the gems. They were preparing for the Queen's public address.

Apparently, the Trade Federation was being taxed on it's trade routes, which included Naboo. To show their displeasure to the Senate, the faction had surrounded Naboo with blockade ships. Queen Amidala would reveal to the citizens of their planets latest plight.

Sabe' placed the headdress down and went to the door. "Identity please," she said into the microphone.

"Captain Panaka to see the Queen," the voice answered. The small viewscreen revealed the dark- skinned man.

"Your Highness?" Sabe' inquired, turning to the Queen.

"Send him in, Sabe'," Amidala said. "He wants to discuss something with you."

Intrigued, all the handmaidens glanced up as the Head of Royal Security stepped in. "Excuse me, Your Highness," he began. "But now is the appropriate time to discuss the. . . protocol."

Amidala nodded and stood up. "Of course, Captain," her voice was authoritive. "Sabe'."

"Your Highness?"

"Captain Panaka and I have agreed on this course of procedure," she said, gazing straight into her handmaiden's eyes. "You are to be entrusted with an old Royal Naboo scheme."

Panaka began explaining that in times of danger that the Queen would have a decoy, a handmaiden to be disguised as the Queen. Amidala would take the place of handmaiden. Her alias was Padme Naberrie.. Amidala and Sabe' would have to operate with codes when in a situation where Sabe' would have to make a decision.

"Your entrusting me to be the Queen?" Sabe' asked doubtfully.

The Captain's stare was intent. "You have the most resemblance to the Queen. You understand the royal and governments protocol. You're cool headed in tense situations. The Queen and I both agreed you were the first in-line choice for the decoy."

Sabe' tried to digest it all. She felt the other girls' stares at her back. This was huge.

The Captain continued. "The make-up will hide the differences in your features. But that won't be enough to fool anyone long. You will have to adopt the Queen's speech and accent. As well as her expressions and posture. You will be everything that the Queen is."

Sabe' turned to the Queen. Amidala and her were becoming close friends and gaining each other's trust. But this? To become the Queen when Amidala's life was in danger? To make the decisions?

Amidala gave the other girl a small smile. "I trust you, Sabe'. I know you will not take advantage of the power you will hold when you are my decoy." Her usually authoritative voice was soft and kind, almost a plead.

It left no doubt in Sabe's decision. "I will serve you, Your Highness," she said. Amidala squeezed her hand and her smile widened.

The escort speeders surrounded the Queen's Royal Naboo landspeeder as the journey from the Palace to Theed's audience square, The Square of Gathering.

Amidala was expressing her concern for the Trade Federation's actions to Sabe'. "This is unexpected," she said quietly. "The Federation has always been cowardly and obedient to the Galactic Senate. Their blockade is legal, as long as they don't invade."

"Will they?" Sabe' questioned. The Trade Federation had a powerful droid army and the Naboo had no real defense.

The Queen's eyes were troubled. "Let us all pray that it will not come to that." She gazed out the speeder's port at the wonderful architecture of Theed's streets.

Sabe' followed her gaze and could almost read Amidala's thoughts. What would happen to their world? She had always thought of Naboo as perfect and untainted from the corruption of the rest of the galaxy. It had always seemed untouchable by the outside, as if their peace would remain there forever. Suddenly, Sabe's balance and security was threatened.

There was a small squadron of starfighters, but what good would they do against the Federations battleships? She had seen holo-photos of the ominous vessels and the sight made her uneasy.

The few months that she had served the Queen, Sabe' had begun to form a bond with Amidala and the handmaidens. They followed Amidala everywhere and comforted and helped her in decisions and royal bearing. Rabe' had comforted Amidala at times when the young Queen's temper had flared up and she had been close to losing control.

Eirtae' and Yane' were conversing quietly over something Sabe' couldn't quite decipher. Sache' and Rabe' were seated behind the Queen, fixing an assortment that had fallen lose from Amidala's headdress. Sache' looked up and gave Sabe' a tense smile. The girl's hood was lowered and her full head was showing. The young handmaiden was especially concerned with the blockade, for her father was a trader and relied on the open trade routes.

The escorts slowed as they arrived at the Square of Gathering. A huge crowd of Naboo citizens dressed in elegant clothing milled about and conversed. Many wore certain colors and styles to express their support or objection to the Queen.

The speeders pulled up to a raised speaking platform. Security guards took their stations throughout the plaza, some in clear few and others hidden. When the area was secure, the signal was given for the Queen's entrance.

"Hoods up," Sabe' said, drawing her crimson cloak over her eyes. The four handmaidens followed suit.

Amidala gave her handmaidens a brief smile before setting herself in a professional state. With poise and regal bearing, she emerged from her landspeeder. The Naboo bowed graciously as she took the podium.

The five handmaidens flanked her, senses acute, yet appearing harmless.

Queen Amidala gazed over her people for a moment before speaking, her authoritative voice amplified over the audience in the Square.

"My people of Naboo," Queen Amidala said. "I come to speak before you today as not only your elected sovereign, but as your protector." The Naboo stirred, some intrigued, others muttering softly. "When you elected me as your Queen, it was with your trust and well-being that I took the position. As you are all aware, the Trade Federation controls the Naboo trade routes. Recently, the Galactic Senate has put a tax over the Federation. My people, the Trade Federation has dared to be so bold to place a blockade over our planet to express their disagreement with the Senate."

The Naboo began stirring and crying out in protest. Queen Amidala paused and let them settle before continuing. "Senator Palpatine, our representative, is protesting to the Senate as of now. However, this blockade is legal and it will take time before the Senate will convey to resolve our predicament . . ."

Sabe' studied the Naboo audience carefully. Some seemed confident that the matter would blow over, others were expressing deep concern, while still others were beginning to show early signs of anger. The security guards were tense and ready for any potential panic or outbursts.

Queen Amidala's words were comforting yet commanding. She was demanding that the Naboo help each other and continue their lives peacefully. The imported foods and supplies would have to be rationed until the blockade could be removed.

With her hands at her sides, Sabe' could feel the smooth blaster hidden within the folds of her robes. Her four friends were also armed and ready, tense and aware of every possible danger that could threaten the Amidala.

The Queen said her final words, then she turned and headed for her Royal landspeeder, trailed by her five handmaidens. Within moments, the royal assemblage was headed back to Theed Palace.

Amidala was silent, her face drawn and expressionless. Sabe' worried and noticed the quiet in the moving vehicle. Even Rabe' and Yane' were silent and drawn. The two usually talked quietly to each other on such journeys.

Their silence was telling.

Not all too soon, they returned to the Palace. Amidala and the handmaidens retreated to the Queen's chambers. Only behind closed doors did Amidala allow her emotions to surface.

"The Senate will settle this matter quickly," Amidala proclaimed, more to reassure herself than the handmaidens.

Sabe' removed the headdress carefully. "Yes, Your Highness."

Sache' began removing the white paint as Eirtae' helped Amidala out of her gown and robes. Rabe' was busy unwinding the young queen's long hair.

Yane' brought over Amidala's favorite residence gown. The gown was a deep rose and of a simple cut that was comfortable yet still held a regal appearance. "The Senate will see that the Federation has acted rash and without justice," she comforted.

Sache' finished the removal of the Queen's ceremonial make-up. "Will you be needing any further application tonight, Your Highness?" she asked.

"Not tonight, Sache'," Amidala sighed. "I've grown weary and will remain in my chamber."

Nodding, the handmaiden began putting the paint away. Rabe' brushed Amidala's hair out and it fell low down her back. The young Queen gazed momentarily at her reflection in the mirror, then stood up and addressed her handmaidens.

"Sache', Yane', and Sabe'," she spoke. "You are dismissed for the early evening." Amidala then turned and retreated to her private chamber adjacent to the outer chamber.

Eirtae' and Rabe' took station in the outer chamber, while the others changed into their simple 'off-duty' cloaks of blue.

"I'm going to the gardens before my evening meal," Sache' announced, as Sabe' and Yane' finished changing. "Would any of you care to join me?"

"Sure, Sache'," Sabe' smiled at her friend. "I was planning on it, as well. Yane?"

The other girl shook her head. "I was going to contact Klina and see how mother's recovering." Yane' said. Klina was her sister. Their mother had fallen ill and had needed the intense medical treatment at Theed's medical unit center.

"They have my best wishes," Sabe' said, understanding Yane's worry.

Sabe' and Sache' walked through the great palace's pillared walkways, heading for one of the many lavish gardens. They passed palace workers and personnel, but were not disturbed. The garden of their choice was restricted for palace personnel and royal sentient only. Many of the palace's gardens were open to the public, but the handmaidens wanted their privacy.

As they entered the garden, Sabe's eyes traveled up to the fading sunset. Somewhere up there, in the majestic beauty, was a threat that Sabe' would be more than willing to forget.

Sache' removed her hood and gazed at her friend curiously. Her brown eyes were expressive and sparkled, reflecting the stars beginning to twinkle in the dark velvet sky. "So, Sabe'," she inquired. "What does it feel like to be chosen as Amidala's decoy?"

"You sound like an interviewer on the vid," Sabe' said dryly. Frowning, she thought a moment as she gazed at an exotic tlani bush. "At first," she began slowly. "I was shocked. Why me? Why not Yane' or Eirtae', or you?"

"You're the leader," Sache' smiled.

"Not really," Sabe' argued.

Nodding, the other girl continued walking. "We all look up to you, you

know. Sabe', you're the cool-headed one. Besides, the Queen confides in you more than any of us. And you've grown up around the political circle, since your father was an Ambassador under Veruna."

Sabe' had known that she was closest to Amidala, but she hadn't thought herself above the other handmaidens. "But Eirtae' knows all about the royal protocol, too," Sabe' insisted. "And you could play the Queen well."

The other girl laughed. "I'd freak out," Sache' grinned. "I'd end up having the whole Advisory Council run circles around me! But-" she suddenly grew serious. "I would do it Amidala wished me to."

They walked among the wild and exotic flowers in quiet companionship, gazing at the star-studded velvet blanket over their world. I wonder which ones are battleships? Sabe' couldn't help but think. Would the Federation be so bold as to invade Naboo? It seemed unlikely, for the Neimiodians that commanded the Trade Federation were known to be cowards.

Still, the possibility lerked in the corner of her mind.

Sache' glanced at her chrono. "Our shift will begin soon," she said quietly. "Let's head back."

"Guess we'll have to order our meal from the chambers," Sabe' said, realizing that they had lingered longer in the gardens than she had expected.

Returning to the Queen's chambers, Sabe' and Sache' quickly switched stations with Rabe' and Eirtae'. Yane' had returned from her converse with her sister and was entering something into her personal datapad.

"Great!" Eirtae' said as Sabe' and Sache' entered. "I famished."

"How is she?" Sabe' asked Rabe'.

"Resting, to the best of my knowledge," the other girl informed. "I am

worried for Her Highness, though. She hasn't emerged all evening."

Sabe' frowned. "She needs her rest, Rabe'," she reassured. "You may go now."

Eirtae' and Rabe' quickly departed, leaving Yane', Sabe', and Sache' in the outer chamber. Yane' was still bent over her datapad, her brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail. From the way the girl's fingers flew frantically over the keys, Sabe' knew that Yane's mother's condition wasn't improving.

Sache' had taken her manicure kit out of her bureau and was busy at her nails. Sabe' felt utterly useless and bored. She wanted to comfort the brooding Queen, but knew that disturbing Amidala was sometimes a big mistake. The young sovereign preferred her privacy and often brooded alone.

Sighing to herself, Sabe' decided to write in her own diary. Preferring to write on a flimsy bounded book, instead of entering her thoughts on a datapad, she settled down to one of her particular habits. The use of flimsy was rare these days of vast technology, but Sabe' took comfort in the use of her own hands and penmanship scrawling across the delicate flimsy. The night ticked away in the silent chamber.

Sabe' stared in disbelief at the figure in the mirror staring back at her. This was not the simple Naboo girl, but the Queen in the mirror. The girl was clothed in an elegant and flowing gown of blue and gold. Her smooth features were hidden under the white ceremonial paint and red dots on each cheek. Her bottom lip was slashed with the remembrance of Naboo's suffering. An elaborate headpiece crowned her head, lending height and regal bearing. Sabe' was almost convinced that Queen Amidala was staring back at her.

A delighted laugh broke Sabe' out of her reverie. Amidala with her make-up on, but dressed fairly casual, grinned. "Sabe, I mean, Your Highness, I'd almost forgotten that I was looking at you and not me!" She walked up beside Sabe' and looked into the mirror to see two identical doll-like faces staring at the reflecting glass.

A slow smile crept onto Sabe's lips. "Who am I again?"

"I think you're the one in blue," Amidala said, her reflection pointing back. "Wait? Or is that me?" The two girls laughed at their reflections.

"Of course, Your Highness," Captain Panaka said, his tone serious. "There is more to the guise than mere make-up and costume."

"Of course, Captain," Amidala nodded. The professional tone replacing her playful mood. "Sabe' and I have been practicing speech and expression. We've also developed our own code."

Nodding his approval, the Captain gazed intently at the painted faces. If one was two study the two faces side-by-side, they would note subtle differences. Sabe' had a more oval face than Amidala. The decoy's eyes were of a lighter shade of brown and her nose was of a different shape. The white make-up hid the feature differences well. Most only noticed the white face and red markings. The headdresses would hide face shape well.

"Alright, Your Highness," Panaka said. "Show me what you've taught Sabe'."

Amidala nodded at Sabe'. "It's all yours, Your Highness," she said, her voice soft and obedient, her native accent gone.

Gathering her thoughts, Sabe concentrated on her tone, forming Amidala's native accent and authoritative speech. "Handmaiden," she spoke, pleased at how her speech was almost identical to Amidala's. "Come forth."

Stepping forward, Amidala kept her eyes averted and bowed. "Yes, Your Highness?"

"What is the current status of my absent handmaidens, Padme'?" Sabe' inquired. She already knew the answer, but it didn't really matter.

"Your Highness, Rabe', Yane', and Sache' are currently attending Musical Director Hela Brandes' musical instructions. Eirtae' has been dismissed and I am currently aware that she is touring the south garden."

"That is all, Padme'." Sabe' said, almost saying 'thank you', but realized in time that it wouldn't seem right for a queen to thank a servant.

Amidala smiled. "Well done, Sabe," she praised.

Captain Panaka was a critic, though. "It will prove more difficult, Sabe', to pull the guise when in company of others who will watch your decisions closely. You and Her Majesty must work seeminglessly."

After he left, Amidala smiled mischievously, her brown eyes lighting up.

"Want to try it on the others? See how long it takes them to realize that it's you?"

Sabe' grinned. It was refreshing to see the Queen in a good mood, her mind off her worries for a moment. "I'm ready to try," she said. "How many know of this rouse?" Sabe' inquired.

"Panaka."

"That's all? Not even the Governor Bibble?" Sabe' was surprised that the Governor on Theed wouldn't know.

Shrugging, Amidala explained. "The Captain wants to ensure absolute secrecy. Only you and the handmaidens know."

"I understand now," Sabe' nodded. "Do you trust me to do the right thing, though, Your Highness? Do you really believe that I can in a complex situation?"

The brown eyes were serious as they stared into Sabe's. "Sabe', your honesty, cool-head, and trust ensure me that you'll do what is right. I'll be there to guide you, but there may come a time when I am not at your side and you must decide on your own. That is why I picked you, because I know you'll come through and take control."

The doors to the Queen's chambers hissed open and two handmaidens walked in and saw their Queen rise from her dais.

"Your Highness," they bowed. Rabe' glanced over at Sache', who was gazing at Amidala intently.

"Rabe'," the Queen spoke, her voice the usual authority. "Where is Yane'?"

"Yane' was last speaking to Hela Brandes, Your Highness," Rabe' replied. "She had an idea for the parade fanfare."

The Queen nodded. Her eyes darted to Sache', who was studying her intently. "Do you have something to say, Sache'?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Sache' nodded, a coy smile creeping across her lips. "Where is Padme'?"

Rabe' looked at Sache' in surprise. "Sache'? What are you talking about?" She eyed the Queen suspiciously. Something was different, although she couldn't quite place it. "Sabe'?"

A small smile formed on the red-slashed lips. "Padme'," she called out.

The door to the Queen's private chamber hissed open, and a girl in plain clothing emerged.

"They're quick, aren't they, Sabe'?" Amidala laughed.

"Only because of Sache'," Sabe' teased her friend. "I really wish, though, that they hadn't discovered me so quickly. There were a couple of tasks I would have liked them to do for me."

Sache' faked a disgusted look, while Rabe' just shook her head.

Yane' and Eirtae' entered the chamber then to see the Queen ordering two handmaidens to completely rearrange the chambers, top-to-bottom, while a plain Naboo girl doubled-over in laughter.

The chamber door hissed open and Sabe' closed her journal in surprise. Amidala stormed in, her brown eyes flashing in rage. Rabe' was desperately trying to calm her down, following at the queen's heels, muttering comforting words. Eirtae' and Yane' entered, looking quite astonished by Amidala's fury.

The young queen paced around the carpeted chamber. "How can they get away with this?" she stormed, her voice rising to almost a yell. "It's outrageous!"

Sabe' stood up and the towel wrapped around her wet hair came loose, falling to the carpet. Ignoring it, she glanced at Sache' with wide eyes.

Yane' whispered to Sabe'. "Her Highness received a message from Senator Palpatine. The Senate hasn't even discussed Naboo's situation yet!"

Sabe' had been practicing her combat skills with Sache' when the Queen had left with Rabe', Yane', and Eirtae' earlier. She had not been present when Amidala had recieved her message. The handmaiden realized that Amidala had remained aloof during the discussion afterwards, but was boiling and had to release her anger out of view.

Amidala yanked her headdress off, long brown hair spilling out wildly about her. It seemed to suit her rage and fuel it. ". . . and the bureaucrats! They are more concerned with petty squabbling in the Core Worlds than some Outer Rim planet being held hostage! My people are suffering because of their pettiness!"

Rabe' started to speak, but was quickly silenced by Amidala's angry gaze. Yane' and Sache' stood helplessly as their Queen stalked the room. Eirtae' gingerly picked up the discarded headdress.

Queen Amidala was now silent, her rage now buried. Her back became rigid as she gazed at her cringing handmaidens, realizing what effect her tantrum had caused upon them.

I've got to do something, Sabe' thought frantically. Her eyes traveled to the fallen towel. She had just finished her shower after her exercise.

What better way to work off one's anger?

"Your Highness?"

The Queen almost jumped at Sabe's voice, but she recovered quickly. "What is it, Sabe'?" Something in her handmaiden's tone made her curious.

"I think it's about time that you refreshed your combat skills, Your Highness," the bold handmaiden said. Sabe's confidence budded at the apparent intrigue in the Queen's eyes.

"Oh?" Amidala said, raising an eyebrow. "Am I that rusty?" She knew what Sabe' was attempting to do, and she welcomed the distraction.

"I just finished taking on Sache'," Sabe' replied slyly. "But, beg your pardon, Your Highness, I know I could still beat you soundly."

Amidala eyed her friend. "We shall see, Handmaiden."

The two girls quickly changed into skin-tight leggings and tunics for their duel. Their brown hair pulled tightly back, so as not to interfere with perception, Sabe's in a tight ponytail, Amidala's in a warrior's braid. Both had decided against footwear, preferring to go barefoot.

The combat room was located a level below the Queen's chambers, but there was a private passage leading from the chambers to the room. Rabe' began heading for the separate passage, but Amidala shook her head.

"Not that way, Rabe'," she said.

The handmaiden was confused. "Your Highness?" Rabe looked at Sabe' as if to say 'What did you do to her?'

The Queen grinned. "Let's take the way through the palace halls."

The handmaidens looked at one another, perplexed. The Queen was going out around the palace, dressed in her combat uniform, bare-footed, and without her make-up? Very few knew of the Queen's true identity, and Captain Panaka wanted to keep it that way.

Eirtae' spoke up. "What about the guards and passersby on the combat level?"

"Sabe' will pose as me," Amidala explained. "I'll wear her cloak. Sabe' will tell the guards, if questioned, that she needs to . . . contemplate privately." As she spoke, she was slipping into Sabe's cloak. "See? No one will be the wiser. But- to make sure-Yane' and Rabe', you'll play the flanks and walk around me."

Sache', being the playful one, saluted Sabe'. "What are your orders, Commander?"

"Hmm . . .," Sabe' murmured. "Since we're doing a little espionage . . I know, you'll be the picket scout. Walk around the corridors and bends first, you know, clear the area."

Grinning, Sache' saluted. "Yessir!"

The 'handmaiden' beside Sabe' was laughing silently, causing the soft cloak's shoulders to shake. Sache' marched smartly to the door, then crouched and looked down the corridor. Yane' watched Sache's progress from the doorway, then drew back, a grin on her face. "Sache's saluting every guard she passes! Oh, now she's creeping along the wall-she's signaling! Our turn!"

The four handmaidens and 'Queen Amidala' emerged from the queen's chambers, appearing nonchalant, despite the rogue handmaiden's attention.

The eight guards posted throughout the long corridor eyed the passing girls, noting that the Queen was among them. The girls reached the end of the hall when Sache' signaled them to stop.

"Panaka," Sache' mouthed silently.

Sabe' knew that their rouse wouldn't fool the sharp Captain, even if he wasn't the mastermind of the guise. Amidala looked at her. "Play the part anyways," she whispered.

They waited a few moments more before Sache' moved forward. Taking position to watch Sache' around the corner, Amidala couldn't help feel as if she had missed a few aspects of her childhood. At twelve, she had been Princess of Theed, and now, at fourteen, she was the Queen of the Naboo.

Sabe' was fifteen, soo to turn sixteen. Sache' and Yane' were fourteen, Rabe' was sixteen and Eirtae' was seventeen. Almost all of them had lived a normal childhood without royal etiquette, except for Eirtae'.

"All clear," Amidala whispered, glad that she had chosen this route to the combat room.

Retaking the lead, Sabe' quickly led the others down a less guarded hall. Sache' disappeared up ahead into a stairwell, whistling for them to stop. The girl's voice drifted back to them.

"Good afternoon, Governor Bibble," Sache' greeted.

"And to you, Handmaiden," a man's voice answered. "I trust that you are well?"

"Oh, most certainly!" Sache' said. "I wish that I could say the same for our Queen, Governor."

"What do you mean? Is she ill?" concern was evident in Sio Bibble's voice. "Perhaps I should alarm the medic-"

"Oh, no, Governor," Sache' assured him sweetly.

"What is she doing?" Amidala whispered.

"Just listen," Sabe' shushed. "This is Sache's element."

They quieted and listened as Sache' continued.

"No need for concern, Governor, I assure you," the clever handmaiden said. "Her Majesty gets the strangest cravings when she's worried, I shouldn't tell you this, but I see your concern," Sache's voice lowered until the others couldn't hear her.

Behind her, Sabe' heard Eirtae' groan. "She's spoiling it! The little peep! There goes our cover-"

"I see your point, Handmaiden," Sio Bibble's voice silenced Eirtae'. "I will not bother the Queen tonight."

"Good afternoon, Governor," Sache' farewelled. After a few moments of silence, the whistle signaled the others forward.

When they were safely inside the large combat room, Eirtae' spun on Sache'. "What did you tell him?" she demanded.

Amidala shrugged off her cloak and gazed at Sache' questionably. "Yes, I am quite curious, too, Sache'."

"I didn't peep," Sache' said. "I just told him that you had an embarrassing craving for certain foods when you were bothered-he saw my point."

"And what is my craving?" Amidala inquired. "Nothing to embarrassing, I hope. Especially since the way you scared him off."

Sache' raised her hands innocently. "I was only trying to cover our espionage, Your Highness."

"Doesn't matter," Amidala said. "What's said is said. When I'm suddenly surrounded by medical droids, I will personally see to your fate!" She turned to Sabe' and raised an eyebrow. "On guard?"

"Choose the weapon," Sabe' replied. "It's only fair, since you have to fight me."

Eyeing the locker weapon storage, Amidala chose a long staff made of shock-absorbing plastoid. She was exceptional at the movement and attack the weapon allowed. Sabe' had taught her how to fight with it without injuring yourself in the process. Picking up a second staff, Amidala tossed it to her opponent, who caught it swiftly. The handmaiden would appreciate they weapon of choice. Sabe' was an avid study of the infamous Jedi Knights, and was fascinated with the art of the lightsaber. The girl had learned the ancient art of swordsmanship, using remade metalloid sabers. Sabe' was an exceptional swordsman and had taught Amidala, who wasn't nearly as good with a saber as she was with the staff or blaster.

The staff wasn't a sword, but both girls were equals with it. Amidala preferred a fair fight and was not choosing a weakness of Sabe'.

"Rabe', you'll call the victor," Amidala ordered.

Sabe' stepped out onto the padded 'battle arena'. She twirled her staff slowly, warming her already used muscles. Amidala went through a series of stretches, centering her mind and body on her current conflict: Sabe'. When she was thoroughly stretched and ready, Amidala nodded at Rabe', then gave Sabe' a pleasant smile.

Bringing her staff up, hands spread apart, Sabe' trained her senses on her foe as Amidala circled slowly. Ugh! Sabe' cried silently to herself as she watched. Why did I teach her that? Any combatant knew to let the attack come to them, but Sabe' used to antagonize Amidala by circling for the attack, but never making a move, causing the girl to strike out first in impatience. Gotta start the battle sometime, Sabe' thought.

"Very good, my young apprentice," Sabe' said, implying that she was the teacher and that Amidala was just a learning student.

"I have a good teacher," Amidala replied, unwavering. "Who seems to be losing her edge. You seem weary, Sabe'. Has fighting Sache' only once today worn you out?"

"Never," Sabe' hissed, slipping into mode.

"Pity," said Amidala, all innocence. "It will be a shame to see such pride beaten."

"Fine," Sabe' replied calmly. "Have it your way." She sprang forward, engaging her foe. The staffs met and pressed together. Amidala spun away and readied herself to parry Sabe's blow easily. Swinging low, Sabe' attempted to trip Amidala, but the other easily leapt over the swinging staff, bringing her own staff across Sabe's shoulders. Ducking and rolling, Sabe' evaded the upcoming blow, but also seized the opportunity to strike Amidala with a bare-footed kick.

The blow wasn't enough to hurt the Queen, but it gave Sabe' her precious second to take the offensive and thrust forcefully at Amidala, who parried frantically. The Queen began to fall back, giving ground to Sabe', who followed eagerly. Her back hit the wall and Amidala suddenly brought the staff back up, pushing against Sabe' and twisting away, striking the other's side.

The wind hissed out as Amidala lost her breath from Sabe's reaction to the blow. She spun around to parry Sabe's next attack, gritting her teeth against the pain. Sweat poured down both girls' faces as they constantly switched from the defensive to the offense and back again, spinning and rolling, ducking and twisting. Occasionally, one or the other would kick out or shove the other.

Amidala suddenly gave a roundhouse kick, striking Sabe' on her right shoulder. Sabe' hissed and fell back, only to shove herself full-force into her opponent. Her staff swung down and Amidala went down. Sabe' held the staff pointed down, touching Amidala's neck in victory.

"Good move," she replied, breathless.

"Not too bad yourself, Your Highness," Sabe' said, not removing the staff.

She took the opportunity to wipe her sweaty brow with one hand-Too late, Sabe' realized as the staff was kicked out off her hands. The Queen had seized the opportunity to twist away and strike. Sabe' frantically reached for her staff-but to no prevail. Amidala moved upon Sabe, pinning her down and standing over her. The Queen's bare foot pressed down on Sabe's back.

Sabe' surrendered. She had let her guard down and had been beaten by her student.

Sitting upright and silent in her throne chair, Sabe' fought back an annoying itch underneath her gold cloak. The Advisory Council was reporting to Queen Amidala of the diminishing essential Naboo supplies. Amidala was expressionless, but Sabe' knew her well enough, now, to know that the Queen was fighting back her emotions. The day before there had been an uprising in the city of Theed, Naboo protesters had begun blaming the Queen for their suffering.

In her red Throne gown, trimmed with black fur and golden embroidery, she appeared aloof and professional. Her dark hair had been combed over a crescent-shaped pad, and a gold headpiece framed her white-painted face. The Queen suddenly looked young to Sabe'.

Captain Panaka stood up. "We're receiving a transmission from Coruscant, Your Highness," he announced. "From Chancellor Valorum."

Queen Amidala nodded, and suddenly a holo-projection of the Supreme Chancellor Valorum of the Galactic Senate 'stood' before the Advisory Council. Sabe' studied the Chancellor, the head of the Republic Senate, the man who could solve their problems with a single vote. He was balding, which surprised Sabe', for the chancellor was not of an old age. His features were drawn and worn. Valorum had the look of a man under great stress, which Sabe' knew heading a squabbling government could stress out any being.

"Queen Amidala of the Naboo," Valorum greeted with a small bow.

"Chancellor," Amidala returned. She waited for his message.

"Your Highness," Valorum began. "I have made contact with you to

inform you that I have sent two Ambassadors to the head command of the Trade Federation, Viceroy Nute Gunray. They should be arriving presently, and the matter settled quickly. I apologize for the slowness of the Senate's response to Naboo's predicament."

"I trust the Ambassadors will restore the Naboo's freedom," Queen Amidala stated. "We thank you for support, Chancellor."

The holo-projection switched off. The Queen stared silently at the circle where the Chancellor had once 'stood.' The Advisory sat quietly, awaiting the Queen's response.

Captain Panaka looked doubtful. Shifting slightly in his chair, clearing his throat, the captain drew Amidala's eyes to him.

"Captain?" Amidala turned to him.

The dark-skinned man stood up. "Your Highness, the Senate's slow response has only encouraged the Trade Federation's Viceroy. I don't believe that these Ambassadors will be able to negotiate to our benefit. The bureaucrats are on the Federation's payroll, need I remind you, Your Highness."

"Do you not have faith in the Ambassadors, Captain?" Amidala inquired. "I am willing to trust the Chancellor's actions. He is our biggest supporter."

"If the Ambassadors prove unsuccessful, Your Highness," Panaka insisted, firmly. "I advise that the Naboo take action. This situation has gotten out of hand."

Queen Amidala's eyes narrowed. "I will not condone a course of action that will lead us to war." Her voice was deep, authoritative, and icy. "The Naboo are a peaceful people, need I remind you, Captain?" The captain seemed ready to reply, when the Queen cut him off. "I want to make communication with the Federation's Viceroy."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Leaning forward slightly, Sabe' was intrigued. Clearly, the Queen had something contemplating her mind. The image of Viceroy Nute Gunray appeared before the Advisory and Queen Amidala. Sabe' contained a hiss of disdain as she gazed at the Neimiodian. The amphibious-like creature made her blood curdle. Nute Gunray was clothed in rich robes of royal fabric.

His orange, bulbous eyes seemed to glower at the Queen. This was the being causing such suffering on Naboo.

The image spoke. "The Trade Federation is pleased you have chosen to come before us, Your Highness." The voice was slightly wispy and slurred. Sabe' noticed the slight hesitation between each word, as if the Viceroy was delicately choosing his greeting.

Queen Amidala fixed her eyes on the Viceroy, piercing through to the creature orbiting kilometers above Naboo, with a hard and steady glare. The imperious gaze seemed to unsettle the Neimiodian. "You will not be so pleased when you hear what I have to say, Viceroy." Amidala's voice was deep and hard. "Your trade boycott has ended."

The Viceroy's image appeared innocent. "Really, Your Highness? I was not aware."

"I have word that the Senate is finally voting on the matter," Queen Amidala cut him off.

"I take it you know the outcome already, then," the Viceroy replied, his face revealing discomfort. "I wonder why they bother to vote at all."

"I have had enough of pretense, Viceroy," the Queen said sharply. "I am aware that the Supreme Chancellor's ambassadors are with you now, and that you have been commanded to reach a settlement. What is it to be?"

"I know nothing about any ambassadors. You must be mistaken," Nute Gunray replied quickly-too quickly in Sabe's opinion.

"Beware, Viceroy," Queen Amidala said softly. "The Federation has gone to far this time."

The Neimiodian feigned innocence. "Your Highness, we would never do anything in defiance of the Senate's will. You assume to much."

"We shall see," the Queen's final words were cold and hard.

The holo-projection ended and the Throne room was once again silent. The Queen continued to stare at the empty circle that had once held her adversary, her face expressionless and aloof. Sabe' sensed Rabe's slight shifting beside her.

Once again, Captain Panaka took the opportunity to voice out his opinion. "You see, Your Highness," he said. "We cannot rely on the Ambassadors to succeed!"

The brown eyes, fury flickering behind them, gazed at the captain steadily. "No, Captain. I will not give the Federation any reason to act against us."

"Act against us? Your Highness, they already have!" Sio Bibble suddenly cried, joining the Captain's argument.

"Governor," the Queen said. "If the Naboo act against the Federation, the Senate may see their view. We cannot risk that."

"Surely," Bibble replied. "You must evacuate Naboo at once-" "I will not leave my people!" Amidala sharply cut him off. "It is unsafe, Your Highness," Bibble pressed.

Panaka was skeptical. "How do expect to get us past the battleships, Governor?" They won't just let us waltz by with the Queen."

"The starfighters will escort her," the governor replied, as if the solution was obvious.

"With our only defense and the Queen off-planet," Panaka said. "The Federation would invade Naboo."

The two men turned to each other and began squabbling, their voices heated words echoing through the cavernous room. Refraining from plugging her ears, Sabe' expected Amidala to reprimand them and end the debate, but she remained aloof, letting the antagonists battle on .

The Advisory joined in the debate. Some tried to include the Queen, but she resolutely left their protests unanswered. Sabe', herself, began tensing as the argument rose to an uproar. Suddenly, she noted a flashing light on the control panel for communications. Turning to the Queen, she realized that Amidala had indicated the signal, too.

A small hand flew up. "Silence!" the voice rang over the arguing Council. Immediately, the debate ended and all eyes were on Queen Amidala. "A message, Captain," her voice was softer now, but the disapproval in her eyes hadn't..

The holo-prjector activated and presented an elderly man with a balding scalp with white hair ringing it and keen eyes, before the Queen. He was donned in blue clothing sewed in the Naboo style. Senator Palpatine, Sabe' realized. She had never met him, and the Queen had only met him at her coronation.

The image flickered and the voice was stuttering as the projection continued to flicker and fad. Sabe' leaned forward, along with the others, trying to decipher the garbled message. Captain Panaka worked frantically at the control panel, trying to improve the message on several different frenquencies. Then, arruptly, the image disappeared completely.

"Captain," the Queen spoke, her voice a shock in the silent room. "What has happened?"

"I'm not sure, Your Highness," came the answer. The captain's brow was furrowed. "Communications have been completely cut off. We can't send or receive any source of communication on or off planet."

"What does this mean?"

The captain sucked in a breath, and Sabe' felt her stomach turn heavily. His words slammed down on every person seated in the Palace's Throne room.

"Invasion, Your Highness."

Sabe' watched with a heavy heart as the Queen silently stood watching out the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city of Theed's anteway. The proud head was bowed in sorrow as she gazed at the Trade Federations invading droid army. Monstrous droid tanks were inching closer and closer in the distance.

The Queen stood alone, preferring to view the devastating site in solitude. Her five handmaidens stood watchful, taking stations at their seats around the throne. Sabe' glanced over at Captain Panaka, who had just entered the Throne Room from reporting the situation to his command. Amidala didn't even glance up at the other's entrance.

"Your Highness," Panaka said, his voice full of concern. "We must remove you from Theed, for your protection."

There was no response.

"Your Highness," the captain's tone was stern. "If the Viceroy intends to harm you, you must leave."

There was a long silence and the Queen showed no sign of hearing him. Her eyes were trained on her beautiful city, on the lavish architecture and gardens, on everything dear to her. "I will not leave my people," she said softly, her voice suddenly young and barely audible.

"Your Highness," Panaka began, but the Queen turned away from him and walked over to her handmaidens.

Sabe' watched Amidala's eyes turn from a look of utter sorrow to a fiery defiance. Amidala walked right up before Sabe', her most trusted handmaiden. "Sabe'," the Queen spoke, quietly and calmly. "Protocol."

The following moments were hectic for the Queen and her handmaidens preparing for the Federation's evasion. Sabe' found herself wearing a black traveling gown interlaced with gold fabric. A feathered headdress framed her white-painted face, lending height and stature. The handmaidens and Amidala wore crimson hooded cloaks that faded into a gold at the hem. Their hoods were drawn to hide their faces and features.

Sabe' fought the impulse to shiver and shake nervously. She knew that once she started, that she wouldn't be able to stop. Amidala was giving her last minute instructions and encouragement before they returned to the Throne room. The Federation tanks had seized the city of Theed, including the palace, and Viceroy Nute Gunray would be occupying the palace shortly. Sabe' had just gotten herself settled into the Queen's throne, her face set impassive and expressionless, when the Viceroy and his battledroids stormed in. The Naboo guards had been stripped of their weapons.

Governor Sio Bibble began a heated speech against the Neimiodians actions, but the Viceroy seemed bored by the man's stand. Instead, his attention was trained on the 'Queen' dressed in black, aloof and detached.

"Viceroy, I ask you point-blank," Bibble raged, his speech beginning to wind down. "How do you intend to explain this unlawful invasion to the Senate?"

Sabe' listened, managing not to show her rage at the Neimiodian's easy confidence. "The Naboo and Trade Federation will forge a treaty that will legitimize our 'occupation' of Theed. I have been assured that such a treaty, once produced, will be quickly ratified by the Senate."

"A treaty?" Bibble snapped. "In the face of this unlawful action?"

Anger arose in Sabe' and she rose from the throne, feeling the handmaidens close around her protectively. "I will not cooperate."

Viceroy Gunray's orange eyes flickered to the Neimiodian beside him, Rune Haako. Then he gazed at the Queen. "Now, now," he purred. Sabe' fought revulsion at the amphibian's tone. "Don't be to hasty, Your Highness. You are not going to like what I have in store for your beloved people. Their suffering, in time, will persuade you to see our way of viewing things."

Sabe's eyes narrowed and the Viceroy turned away. Her anger boiled and she silently cursed the Viceroy, wishing that she had a vibroblade to casually drive into his gut . . . The presence of Amidala and the handmaidens calmed her enough to banish those dark thoughts.

A battledroid, clearly of official status, began herding its prisoners with the help of his droid command. Each droid held a deadly blaster rifle pointed at each prisoner. Sabe' heard Nute Gunray order his droid to take them to 'Camp Four'. Hope was quickly lost as she, Amidala and the handmaidens, Panaka, Bible, and the royal guards were ushered down the grand palace's halls. She didn't know where and what 'Camp Four' was, but Sabe' had the distinct feeling that being disguised as Queen Amidala meant that she wouldn't be receiving the royal treatment.

The battledroid command marched their prisoners out of the palace and out onto the wide, lavish streets of Theed. It made Sabe' uneasy as they marched through the deathly quiet and empty streets. The only sound was of the occasional whine of a STAP and tanks buzzing around Theed. She realized that they were the only life-forms walking about the city. The only thing close was the battledroids, and they hardly counted.

No one spoke, but Sabe' felt the other's desperation and her own clenching at her heart. They turned down a quieter street, more of an alley, and Sabe' noted had no other battledroids or tanks. Her senses were suddenly on full alert, a tingling in her mind warning her, and she knew not why until they had rounded a bend in the street when two men dropped from an archway. The prisoners and droids stopped in surprise. Another creature dropped clumsily and landed awkwardly compared to the two cloaked men's graceful drop. The men seemed to take no notice of the awkward creature. The two groups stared at each other silently.

In that second, Sabe' eyes took in the sight of the cloaked men before her. Hope rushed into her, these where Jedi Knights, no doubt. The older and taller man was clearly the Master and wore his hair long and tied back. The younger Jedi stood much shorter than his Master, but had a lean, compact build of a warrior. His hair was cut short and even with a single long braid hanging over his right shoulder. A small, confident smile played across his lips as her regarded the battledroids.

The elder Jedi stepped forward, his eyes on Sabe'. "Are you Queen Amidala of the Naboo?" he asked in a soft and efficient voice.

"Who are you?" Sabe' asked, wondering why Jedi would appear so suddenly.

The commander battledroid suddenly seemed to remember his orders and purpose. "You're under arrest!" the tinny voice rang out.

A sudden snap-hiss, and a green blade hummed across the droid's 'head' as the Jedi Master activated his lightsaber. A blue blade joined the first as the younger Jedi leapt into the main of the battledroids' force.

Sabe' and the handmaidens stepped away from the blaster bolts and slashing lightsabers. Wonderment filled Sabe' as she watched the Jedi dismantle droid after droid. She had studied the Jedi Knights, but had never expected to actually see one. The Master slashed efficiently and deflected bolts with control and ease, wasting no energy. The younger Jedi caught Sabe's fascination. Her combat trainer would have disapproved of the Jedi's methods, calling it showing off. The young man levitated himself and flipped over the droids' heads and kicked out, instead of simply slashing them to scrap metal.

He seems to be enjoying this, Sabe' thought, her eyes riveted on the leaping and twisting Jedi. He added a few extra twirls of his lightsaber than really necessary, but he got the job done.

"Oh, oh," Sabe' heard a high-pitched voice she didn't regconize behind her. "Tisa bombad!"

Her attention never diverted from the Jedi. The younger one, a Padawan, Sabe' recalled, realizing the status of the braid, was tossing two blasters to the royal guards while dismantling two droids. He spun around and finished off the last three droids in seconds. He wiped his sweaty brow and glanced over at the Jedi Master.

"Oh, oh," the unfamiliar voice moaned again. Sabe' glanced around to see a Gungun, Naboo's other civilized species that inhabited the swamps, cowering behind a marbled stone. She wondered what it was doing here. Gunguns rarely left their underwater cities to socialize with the Naboo. And why was the Gungun with the Jedi, no less?

The Jedi Master approached Sabe' and looked directly at her only. "Your Highness, I am Qui-Gon Jinn and this is my apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi. We are Jedi Knights, as well as Ambassadors for the Supreme Chancellor."

Behind her, Sabe' heard Sio Bibble give a snort. "Your negotiations seem to have failed, Ambassador."

Something flickered across the younger Jedi's blue eyes, almost amusement, Sabe' observed. She briefly wondered what in the Governor's words could have provoked his amusement. The Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, looked directly at her again, drawing her attention. "The negotiations never took place," he said.

Although her gaze revealed nothing, Sabe' wondered what had actually taken place aboard the Federation's flagship. The Master continued, all serious. "Your Highness, we must make contact with the Republic."

"We can't," Panaka stated, stepping beside Sabe'. "The Federation has knocked out all communication on or off-planet."

Be silent, Sabe' ordered herself. The less she spoke, the less cause for suspicion. She didn't want to slip, even if the Jedi had no reason to believe that there was a rouse. The Jedi Master's unwavering gaze directed at her made Sabe' feel uneasy, as if she was being studied inside and out.

Suddenly, alarms began sounding, bouncing off the city's architecture. The distinct sound of running and the click-clak of metal seemed to be heading in the fugitives direction. Sabe' tensed and glanced at the younger Jedi, who was alert and ready for another fight.

"Do you have transports?" Qui-Gon Jinn asked, looking around him.

Captain Panaka nodded, seeming to know what the Jedi intended. He glanced at Amidala, not Sabe', and the handmaiden gave the faintest of nods. "This way, to the main hangar," he said.

They followed Panaka, and Sabe' felt a little rebuked at not being trusted to make the decision. His inquiry at Amidala, though slight and Sabe' didn't think the Jedi noticed, could have hinted their rescuers that Sabe' was not the Queen.

The freed prisoners and Jedi wove quickly and silently through small alleys and back streets in the general direction of the hangar. The Master led them along with Panaka, while the younger Jedi, Kenobi, Sabe' remembered, flanked them. It seemed like fate to Sabe' that the Jedi had come when they did. She had read somewhere that when all but hope was lost, that Jedi would appear. It seemed to fit them, Sabe' decided.

Within moments, they reached the hangar. It was heavily guarded by battledroids and the fugitives had to circle around until they found an unguarded approach. It was a narrow corridor connecting to the hangar. Panaka and Master Jinn signaled a halt, then both men crept into the doorway to observe and analyze the situation.

Their report wasn't what Sabe' would have liked to hear. The hangar was crawling with battledroids. The Naboo pilots for the starfighters and the Queen's transport were disarmed and held hostage. The Queen's royal transport, a Nubian 327 J-type, was relatively unguarded, though, with the ramp lowered.

The Jedi Master turned to Sabe'. "Your Highness," he said, his voice barely audible, but clear. "Under the circumstances, I suggest that you come to Coruscant with us."

Sabe' shook her black feathered head. She concentrated on keeping her gaze steady and unwavering from the Jedi's ice blue eyes. "Thank you, Ambassador, but my place is with my people."

"I don't believe so," the Master shook his head. "The Federation has other plans for you. They may kill you if you stay."

"They wouldn't dare!" Bibble cried, shoving Sabe' aside. The decoy fought back and angry reply.

"They need her to sign a treaty to make this invasion of theirs legal," Captain Panaka agreed. "They can't afford to kill her!"

Uncertainty clenched Sabe'. What should she do? Amidala had given explicit instructions to not cooperate with the Neimiodians, but the Queen hadn't expected Jedi to come to their rescue, much less come up with an escape plan. Her eyes sought Bibble's and Panaka's faces before finally settling on Qui-Gon Jinn.

"The situation is not as it seems," Qui-Gon said, his tone pressing. "There is something else going on. The Federation's actions hold no logic. My instincts tell me they intend to destroy you."

A strange feeling crept into Sabe's mind. What was it? Fear, she suddenly realized. The realization of her fear was more frightening than the fear itself. Sio Bibble began speaking to her, suggesting that the Jedi was right. Panaka contradicted him, saying that there was no escape past the battleships. The two Naboo men's argument reminded Sabe' of an earlier disagreement that day. There had been no resolution.

Sabe' brought her hand up sharply. . The men silenced immediately. Slowly, deliberately, Sabe' looked each in the eye, the Governor, the Captain, the two Jedi, and finally Amidala and the handmaidens. She had to receive a signal from Amidala without giving herself away. The five cloaked girls pressed close to her. "Either choice presents great risk to all of us . . ." Sabe' said softly, feeling her throat close up as she gazed at Sache', Yane', Eirtae', Rabe', and finally Amidala.

For a moment there was no response, and Sabe' wondered if she'd have to make this important decision on her own.

"We are brave, Your Highness," Amidala spoke softly underneath her concealing hood.

Thank you! Sabe' silently cried, relief flooding into her, even though her face revealed nothing. Then, a saddening thought jolted her. Before their arrest, Amidala told all of her handmaidens that if they had to split up, that she, Rabe', and Eirtae' would accompany Sabe'. Her heart clenched at the thought of possibly leaving Sache' and Yane' behind.

Qui-Gon Jinn turned to her. "Your Highness, if we are to escape we must leave now." Several alarms were creating a clamor throughout the city of Theed.

This is it, Sabe' thought as she nodded to the Jedi. "So be it."

"I'll stay behind, Your Highness," Sio Bibble said, his features saddened. "Captain Panaka will accompany you to Coruscant."

"Thank you, Governor," Sabe' replied. She turned to the handmaidens and glanced Amidala's hand, that flickered the signal 'three' for less than a second. Fighting back tears, Sabe' chose 'Padme'', Rabe', and Eirtae'. Her eyes met Sache's moist gaze. She held Yane' and Sache's hands. "You must be brave," she whispered, controlling her emotions. "Be brave for our people. Do not give up hope-"

Chapter Two

The sudden emotion that rocked Sabe' broke her concentration and calm. She blinked repeatedly in the light. Where was she? The Queen's transport, she suddenly realized. They were on their way to Coruscant, but the Nubian starship had sustained damage to the hyperdrive core in their escape through the Trade Federation blockade. The Jedi had led them to Tatooine, a back-water desert planet ruled by the Hutts. There, the Jedi Master and Amidala, under the disguise of Padme', had ventured out into the spaceport city of Mos Espa for the needed hyperdrive parts. That left Sabe' and the rest of the Naboo fugitives alone in the starship.

The young Jedi, who had been meditating, was now studying the 'Queen'. Sabe' remembered the waves of calm that flowed from him, calming her thoughts, and she fervently wished he'd continue his meditation. Then, a thought occurred to her. What if it was she who had disrupted his meditation? From the way he was looking at her, Sabe' had the distinct feeling that he could sense her feelings and possibly her very thoughts.

Had he read her mind and thoughts, perhaps discovering her true identity?

Rabe' and Eirtae' stood beside her, quiet but alert. Sabe' concentrated on leaving her face impassive, imagining a wall between her emotions and the present. I wonder how long I was meditating? Sabe' mused. She had relived her life over the past few months, but the memories were probably only flashes. Another thought occurred to her. The Jedi had somehow known that she didn't want to show any weaknesses, so instead of clearly asking if she wanted assistance, he had silently calmed her through his mind.

Sabe' met his gaze, silently thanking him. The Jedi's eyes flickered and he inclined his head ever-so-slightly, the movement barely perceptible. "How long?" Sabe' asked softly.

"Almost two hours, Your Highness," Obi-Wan Kenobi answered, his voice equally soft and understanding. He was silent for a moment, then spoke again. "The captain stopped by once, but I told him not to disturb you."

Sabe' nodded, but gave no reply. She had a deep respect and admiration for this Jedi's subtle implications and meaning. Even in her present predicament, Sabe' couldn't help but notice that certain things about him made her feel warm and queasy. He had a boyish face that seemed to contradict the maturity in his eyes. Although she hadn't seen the Jedi smile outright yet, his mouth seemed to quiver at the corners at times in amusement, as if he possessed a quiet, dry sense of humor. There was a confidence, not arrogance, in the way he fought and moved against the droids. His swordsmanship handling was impressive and beautiful to watch...

What am I thinking? Sabe' cried silently. He's a Jedi, your supposedly the Queen. He had to be in his mid-twenties, and she was fifteen-no wait-sixteen! Today was her birthday! She had forgotten about it completely in face of the day's dangers.

Obi-Wan Kenobi stood up abruptly, his attention directed towards the chamber entrance. A moment later, Captain Panaka and two Royal Guards came in. Sabe' was instantly alert, the captain's expression was warning her that something was up.

"Your Highness," Panaka bowed. "I've received a message from Naboo. It's from Governor Sio Bibble." The captain placed a holo-projector in the center of the chamber.

The Jedi sat back down, leaning forward to listen intently to the recorded message. Sabe' stared unblinkingly at the flickering, garbled message. The words were scrambled, but it was clear that the Naboo were starving and in grave danger. The message ended and Sabe' stared numbly at the empty space, wishing that Amidala was there, not her. Her eyes traveled to the Jedi, whose brow was deeply furrowed and troubled.

He suddenly looked directly at her. "It is a trick," Obi-Wan stated. He stood up. "Send no reply!" The young man turned and strode out of the room, leaving Sabe' feeling helpless and alone.

Where's my journal when I need it? Sabe' wondered to herself, as she gazed across the chamber. Her thoughts were racing, memories, feelings, images, and sometimes nothing at all. After the Jedi Knight had left, Captain Panaka had muttered to himself, then had left the room, too. For a few hours, the royal guards had stayed in the chamber, but Sabe' mused that it was getting near their mealtime and they began to shift restlessly. She had dismissed them to their meals.

She, herself, was not hungry, although her stomach churned as she mulled over her thoughts. Rabe' and Eirtae' were sitting quietly to the side of the throne, resting their feet. Sabe' had not spoken much to them, not wanting to act too casual in the presence of others.

Panaka had come in a few times. Once, he reported that there was a fierce sandstorm outside. He said that the Jedi was keeping a lookout, but doubted that Padme' and the Jedi Master would return while the storm raged. Sabe' sighed, worrying over Amidala's delayed return. The longer they were gone, the longer she would be the decoy, and the more opportunity to mess up royally.

Eirtae' shifted and coughed. Sabe' looked at her for a moment. Perhaps they were hungry. They were tired, she knew. A break would be good-for all of them.

"I think we should eat in my chamber," Sabe' said, almost jumping at the sound of her own voice.

Rabe' nodded. "I'll go inform the Captain," she volunteered. She stood up and stretched a little. "What would you like?"

"Doesn't really matter," Sabe' shrugged. "Whatever you chose will be fine." Rabe' nodded and headed towards the throne chamber's open entrance.

"Excuse me, sir," Sabe' heard Rabe' say in the hall.

A moment later, Sabe' looked up as she and Eirtae' were heading

towards the smaller private chamber adjacent to the throne room. The Jedi Knight had been about to enter, obviously to report to the Queen.

"Your Highness," Obi-Wan Kenobi bowed.

Sabe' gazed at him, gathering her royal bearing. "What is it, Jedi?" she asked, then suddenly wondering how she should have addressed the him.

"The storm has subsided," the Jedi continued. "Qui-Gon contacted me awhile ago."

Sabe' nodded silently for him to continued.

"The parts we need have been found, but the dealer won't accept Republican credits. Is there anything of equal value aboard the ship? Your garments and jewels are not enough." He gazed intently at her expressionless face. "Anything of high value to barter? I have searched, but found nothing of value that we need."

Sabe' calculated through her mind of the transport's cargo. There was the Queen's gowns and jewels, valuable, but not enough. Weapons, blasters and armor-also not enough. "I'm afraid not, Jedi," she finally said. "The only thing of the substantial value would be the ship itself."

There was a pause, both contemplating their situation, wondering if there was something they might have missed. Sabe' felt her hopes diminishing. How could they reach Coruscant without a hyperdrive? It was impossible! How were they going to get the parts they needed?

"Qui-Gon will find a way," the Jedi murmured, almost to himself. Sabe' looked at him sharply. The Jedi seemed to read her thoughts, again. Obi-Wan met her gaze squarely and offered a soft smile of reassurance. "He always does."

One could not resist that compassionate smile, one of fondness and admiration. Sabe' found herself returning the smile with her own, and she spoke softly. "I'm sure he will." The Jedi began to turn away with a small bow, but Sabe' stopped him. "The crew is eating right now," she said, wondering why she felt the need to talk to the Jedi Knight more. "You are welcome to anything in the ship's kitchen. Please, don't hesitate."

"I thank you, Your Highness," Obi-Wan Kenobi said, his tone polite.

Sabe' watched him go, wanting to talk to him more, but aware that a Queen shouldn't be making casual conversation-even to a Jedi. Besides, she might give her true status away. Wishing she could be in her regular identity again, Sabe' reluctantly entered the Queen's small, private chamber.

Once the door was closed, Sabe' let out a big sigh. "This has been a long day," she said, glancing around the room. It was small and square. Two walls had hideaway sleep-couches that pulled out from the walls. A small desk and two chairs lined another wall. Along the fourth, a full length mirror and bureau filled up the small space. Carefully, Sabe' removed her feathered headpiece and placed it on the desk. She untied her hair, which had been tied into a tight bun. It cascaded in waves past her shoulders as she shook it out.

"Great," Eirtae' muttered. "Now we'll have to redo your hair after dinner."

"It'll give you something to do," Sabe' retorted, running her fingers through her hair. "Help me get this over-robe off." Eirtae' walked over and assisted Sabe' in removing the black robe that covered most off the gold gown underneath.

"I'm sorry, Sabe'," Eirtae' said as she hung the robe up. "It's just so irritating to stand and do nothing when something has to be done!"

"I know," Sabe' replied, stretching her arms out. "It should be one of us out on Tatooine, not Amidala."

"You know how she likes to do things herself," Eirtae' said, sitting herself down on a chair. "You know she didn't even want us at first."

"Good thing Ami listened to Panaka," Sabe' smiled ruefully. Sitting herself on the other chair, she stretched her legs out in front of her.

"I'm sort of glad to stay, though," Eirtae' said after a moment, her voice taking on a girlish tone.

"Why? So you could watch the wall?" Sabe' teased. "I can see how that would be interesting."

The other girl blushed a little and looked away. "He's kinda cute, don't you think?"

"Who?" Sabe' asked, although she had a pretty good idea of Eirtae's infatuation.

"The Jedi."

"The older one?" Sabe' frowned. "But he's far to old! He' old enough to be your father!"

Eirtae' fixed Sabe' with a withering glare. "Very funny, Sabe'."

The door hissed open and Rabe' entered, carrying a large tray of assorted food. She set the tray down and glanced at each girl. "What did I miss?"

"Eirtae' was swooning over the Jedi," Sabe' waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Especially the older one, Qui-Gon. She's so jealous of Ami!"

Eirate' glared at Sabe'. "Well, at least I didn't fall all over myself whenever the younger Jedi spoke to me!"

"I was being polite," Sabe' retorted, rolling her eyes. It was time to change the subject. "What did you bring us, Rabe'?"

"A little of everything," Rabe' said, barely containing a smile. " . . you know who I saw in the kitchen?" Eirtae' looked at Rabe' with innocent interest, while Sabe' busied herself with examining the assortment of salads and fruits.

"Who?" Eirate' asked.

"The Jedi," Rabe' grinned, not missing the slight flush on her friend's cheeks. "Nice fellow. We had a nice talk, that's why it took me so long."

Sabe' shrugged. "I told him to eat from the kitchen. He would probably have eaten alone." She had caught the teasing twinkle in Rabe's eyes and knew that the other girl was just teasing them.

"What did he say?" Eirate' asked, sending Sabe' a triumphant look, as if she had won some kind of victory.

Rabe' shrugged. "Oh, nothing much. He's very nice, though." Eirtae' looked ready to strangle Rabe', so the girl gave in. "Actually, I didn't talk to him. He's very quiet."

"Did he eat?" Sabe' inquired, wondering if the Jedi would bother to take up her invitation.

"A little," Rabe' said. "But I didn't stay long." The handmaiden gave her friend a small smile. "You're right, though, Eirtae'. He is handsome."

Eirtae' smiled, satisfied. Sabe' suddenly found herself hungry and she bit into a mujik fruit, savoring it's sweet tangy juice. The three girls ate in comfortable silence, exchanging words every-so-often. After finishing the mujik, Sabe' found herself no longer hungry, but she nibbled a some thick gelatin cubes, anyway.

Sabe' didn't feel as if she really wanted to don her robe and headdress and sit and stare at nothing. It was important to be silent and still, it seemed bring a dignified effect upon the crew and Naboo escapees. Her unwavering presence gave them purpose. Amidala depended on her to keep her cool and to keep suspicion back. She had a duty.

Sighing, Sabe' stood up and stretched luxuriously. "I guess we better get out there." The other two nodded and stood up.

"I'll take the tray back," Rabe' volunteered. She quickly left the chamber in a whispering of robes.

Sabe', with the help of Eirtae', began retying her hair into the bun. The black robe came next, followed by the feathered headdress. The two girls did a quick recheck of makeup before emerging from the small chamber.

Only months of training on composure kept Sabe' from startling in surprise at seeing the Jedi seated in the Throne chamber. He looked up as she entered and stood respectfully.

Wordlessly, Sabe' seated herself in the throne, gathering her composure before once again looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi. "I trust that your meal was satisfactory?" she said, her tone polite.

"Most enjoyable, Your Highness," he replied.

So much for conversation, Sabe' thought ruefully. She made another attempt. "Has any word come from Master Jinn?"

The Jedi shook his head. Rabe' entered the room and quickly crossed it to bow in front of Sabe', then took her place on the right. The chamber filled with silence again, and Sabe' felt the urge to scream coming on. It was so tempting. Just so sweetly tempting to jump out of her throne and run laps around the Nubian transport. So increasingly tempting. It was an excruciating itch that burned into her soul. Would the crew and Panaka truly think that their Queen had gone mad if she requested a fly-by over Mos Espa for fun? The thought almost made her laugh. She bit down on her tongue, allowing the sharp pain to distract her. There, the urge was gone. She was wrong. Another maddening thought raced into her mind, chasing her previous insane wish. She clenched her robe in her hands and breathed deep to suppress the tickling urge. The Jedi shot her a curious glance, suppressing her obvious mirth. The amused blue eyes caused Sabe's urge to peak at an uncontrollable level.

She coughed to cover her smile and giggle. Rabe' coughed as well, to lend Sabe' a little dignity. Sabe' could not bring herself to look at the young Jedi, for fear she would burst into a fit of giggles. She felt so giddy! Why? She had no idea! Her heart was begging to laugh and scream in wild abandonment. Oh, how good that would feel! To let loose every worry in a long single shriek! It would be so nice. She felt the Jedi's gaze on her and abruptly the euphoria began to fade. She must regain control.

Luckily, Sabe' had calmed herself down enough that when Captain Panaka walked in, he could not tell that the decoy had been close to losing more than her dignity. "Your Highness," Panaka bowed.

Sabe' nodded for him to continue, not quite trusting herself to speak.

"We will be shutting down most of the ship's power down tonight to conserve power," the captain said. "Most of the crew will be resting, although I have a few of my men at post. The cockpit and your chambers will maintain full power, if you wish. Everything will be at emergency power status only. Do you have any further orders, Your Highness?"

Sabe' glanced at the Jedi, who looked as if he was going to say something. "What is your opinion, Jedi?" she inquired.

"I suggest that the engine room remain at half-power," Obi-Wan Kenobi said. "I have made a few repairs on the core."

Sabe' nodded at Kenobi before turning to Panaka. "That is all, Captain."

Panaka left and the Jedi soon after. Sabe' suspected he was going to try and make contact with his Master.

They were, once again, alone.

Sabe' stood up, coming to a decision. She had to work off her excessive energy, or she might go insane. "Rabe', Eirtae'," she addressed her friends. "You are dismissed for the evening." She felt no need for bodyguards in the well-protected ship. Besides, she wanted to be alone.

"What will you do?" Rabe' questioned as they headed into the smaller chamber.

Removing her headdress, Sabe' looked around the tiny chamber. "I was planning on a little workout. I need to burn off my nerves. But. ...this room's a little small."

"Why not the meeting chamber?" Rabe' suggested. "It's big enough, just move a few chairs."

Eirtae' shook her head. "Everyone has access to that room. What if someone sees her?"

"The throne room then," Rabe' said. "No one will be going by there this late."

Sabe' brightened. "Excellent! And there's plenty of room."

"What about your face?" Eirtae' inquired.

Sabe' looked at her blankly. Had she just been insulted? It had been a long day and she didn't feel like bantering with Eirtae'.

"No one has seen you or Amidala without the paint," Eirtae' explained, as if talking to a daft child. "What if someone walks by and sees you?"

"I'll leave the paint on," Sabe' shrugged. "I'll just have a slow workout so I don't sweat off your wonderful artwork. That okay?"

Eirtae' looked skeptical. "It won't be my fault if you're caught."

"Oh," Sabe' retorted. "And I'm going to be so stupid and tell everyone who the Queen really is!"

"You just might," Eirtae' shrugged. "You could barely stay under control when the Jedi was here!"

"That is not why I was acting like that!" Sabe' cried, her agitation mounting. It had been a long and stressful day. Didn't she have the right to have emotions?

"Well, good for you, Your Highness," Eirtae' spat out. "I'm so sorry that you can't handle the responsibility of playing Queen!"

"Your jealous!" Sabe' was incredulous. Her usual cool-tempered composure slipped away. "It's not my fault that Amidala didn't think you worthy!"

"Oh, excuse me!" Eirtae' cried, her voice almost rising to a shout.

"Knock it off!" Rabe' suddenly broke in, her voice icy. "Will you two stop acting like children raised by banthas? We have to work together to pull this off. Remember?"

Eirtae' continued to glare at Sabe', but remained silent. Nodding, Sabe' looked at the ever patient Rabe'. "You're right," she said. Turning to Eirtae', she said, "I apologize, Eirtae'. We're all under a lot of stress."

The other girl was silent, clearly deciding whether Sabe' was sincere. Finally, the other girl allowed herself a small smile. "I'm sorry, too, Sabe'." And as quickly as it had begun, their argument ended.

Outside the starship, the night was still and dark. Stars twinkled in the black sky and the desert was barren except for the smooth starship resting silently. A wromp rat scuttled under the ship's shadow, then scurried away as a shadow detached itself from the dark. A robed figure strode back into the ship, silent and graceful.

Obi-Wan Kenobi's mind had been wandering and wondering as his Master Qui-Gon continually reminded him and reprimanded. Something was taunting him, telling him he was looking something over. This mission wasn't about a small trade dispute, he had sensed it as soon as they had stepped aboard the Trade Federation battleship. It was elusive. Qui-Gon had told him that it had nothing to do with their present mission, but Obi-Wan wasn't so sure.

Obi-Wan began heading down the dimly lit corridor leading towards the throne room. He sensed the Queen's stress . . . and there was something else there, too. He couldn't pinpoint it. Had he possessed the power to read her thoughts, he might have been able to figure it out, but he did not. Only sensing emotions. Even if he did contain the power, he didn't want to invade on one's mind. It was too personal. He wouldn't like it if someone probed his mind for his deepest thoughts. . . As he drew near the room, though, the feeling was fading and was transformed into determined control. Queen Amidala of the Naboo was becoming a growing mystery to him. At first impressions, she seemed incredibly professional and controlled-almost as if she were a droid. Then, there were times she seemed as if she wanted to burst out with emotion, yet she remained cool and impassive. Obi-Wan remembered the Queen's barely contained outburst earlier that night. She had almost seemed . . . possessed.

Like me, Obi-Wan realized. As a Padawan learner to Master Qui-Gon Jinn, he had to be respectful and many times silent and controlled. Especially when facing the piercing judgment of the Jedi Council. There were times when the young man "possessed with dry humor" wanted to be released.

The Queen had given him questioning looks at many times when he had felt compelled to release that man. For example, upon their first meeting when Sio Bibble had commented on their failed negotiation. The negotiations had never took place, and Obi-Wan felt compelled to laugh at the man's apparent bravado at pointing out a Jedi's flaw. It was rather hard to negotiate when blaster bolts from destroyer droids were trying to kill you. Not to mention being poisoned by toxic gas. Difficult indeed.

He almost decided to turn back and try for some sleep, but stopped just before the dimly lit throne room. He listened. To a normal listener, the room would have been silent, but not to a Jedi. There was the soft sound of bare feet padding in a graceful rhythm on the vessel's floor. There was the soft whisper of controlled breathing. It was slow and soft, but unstopping nonetheless.

Quietly, Obi-Wan moved to the doorway, to see a slim figure clad in a tight green tunic and leggings, gracefully hefting a staff. The girl's movements were smooth and controlled as she stepped and swung in slow, graceful arcs, her feet perfectly placed. She could have moved faster and with battle fury, but instead, the girl chose the exercise as a relaxation. Her mind was centered, at peace and drifting. The figure's back was turned to him, and he could not see who it was, but somehow knew it was the Queen. He realized that he was disturbing her meditation, but could not help himself. It was unlike any meditation he had ever seen before. Meditation was usually done in a quiet state of rest, not combat mode. He wanted to search her mind for signs of aggression, but didn't want to risk the possibility of her sensing him. As he studied her, he say no aggression in her movements, just a calm, cool confidence. Intrigued, he continued to watch.

Sabe' was now calm and controlled and simply enjoying the feel of the staff slipping through her fingers. Suddenly, she felt someone watching her, but told herself that it was the shadows effecting her imagination. Concentrating, Sabe' closed her eyes contentedly and let her instincts take guide her steps and arcs. It was late in the night and the ship was silent. Her swings and twirls were coming to her without thought and she let herself sink deeper and deeper into the flow, her mind melding into the rhythm.

The ever present sensation of someone watching her still persisted, and Sabe' decided to act on her imagination. She spun around, her eyes still closed, and attacked her imaginary foe. Stepping forward and bringing the staff gracefully down in one smooth motion, she expected to continue the full swing and counterattack. Her senses jumped as if she had hit something solid, but the staff only quivered as it brushed past something-or someone. Sabe' followed the movement with her staff and dancing feet. Someone was in the room, yet she did not feel threatened and her eyes remained closed. Tracking the intruder with her eyes closed would test her senses and instincts. Sabe' liked a challenge.

The whisper of robes alerted Sabe' to the intruder's whereabouts. She felt a slight draft brushing her bare neck, signaling to her that she was near the door. The intruder had taken a step or two into the room. There was silence as she sensed the intruder's hesitation to move. She acted on the hesitation, spinning around the intruder and moving into the doorway behind. The staff came up to block any attempt to exit.

"Good move."

Sabe's eye's flew open and she almost cried out in surprise. She knew that soft accented voice! Her theory was proven correct as her eyes adjusted to the dim emergency lighting, revealing the young Jedi at the other end of the staff. The 'intruder' gripped the staff's end to prevent himself from being gutted. Sabe' stared at him silently, not knowing what to say, feeling quite embarrassed. Finally she worked up the courage to speak. "Do Jedi ever sleep?" It was awfully late in the night to be wandering the corridors. The thought never occurred to her that she was up rather late as well.

"I was. . . thinking," the Jedi answered, his blue eyes searching hers. "I sensed your anxiety."

"Are you always reading minds, Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Sabe' inquired. Her tone was light, but she suddenly wondered what he might have discovered. Had she revealed her disguise? Suddenly, Sabe' felt defensive under the intense blue gaze. She felt her wariness rise up, and fought back the feeling. If he sensed her anxiety, he would sense her wariness. She raised an eyebrow, as if she were simply jesting to an old friend about a bad haircut.

The young man's lips quirked slightly. Was the Queen teasing him? He gazed at her for a moment in wonderment, at her white-painted face that faced him so boldly and outright-then realized she might notice his staring. "I, Your Highness, do not possess the power to read other's thoughts," Obi-Wan replied, as solemnly as he could underneath the Queen's penetrating gaze.

"You seem to do a fair job of it," Sabe' replied. "For one who doesn't 'possess the power'." What am I doing? Sabe' thought frantically. Making jest with a Jedi? A giggle almost escaped her at the queer thought. She felt her cheeks flush at her close outburst under the Jedi's intense gaze. Kenobi gazed at her, curious for seeing the Queen almost laugh again. Averting her eyes to his grip on her staff, Sabe' felt suddenly uncomfortable. Why did he look at her so? As if she was something he had never encountered? The Jedi released his grip.

"You fight well," said Kenobi, not bothering to hide his admiration. "You almost trapped a Jedi."

"Almost?" Again, the mocking tone, that still seemed to be so innocent.

"Almost," Kenobi replied, not missing the Queen's appraising look from her boast.

"I believe that you are still here and captured," Sabe said, trying to gaze steadily at Kenobi with solemn eyes. "That is not almost." Remembering her face-paint, Sabe' was grateful that the Jedi couldn't see her flaming cheeks at the subtle challenge.

"With all due respect, Your Highness," Jedi Kenobi replied. "I'm afraid that if I had actually tried to escape, I wouldn't still be here-" He suddenly stopped, realizing that he was bantering with a Queen. He couldn't help it, though. Something was causing him to respond to her bold mocking and dry comments. It was. . . refreshing.

"My eyes were closed," Sabe' was defensive. She was proud of her fighting skills. She moved away from the doorway, as if deciding out of the kindness in heart to let her captive free. Realizing that she didn't really want him to leave made Sabe' self-conscious, and she didn't like it. Covering her feelings, she twirled the staff through her fingers.

Kenobi stood his place, not sure whether the Queen was signaling him to leave or not. Somehow, he didn't think so. He watched the Queen for a moment, suddenly wondering what she looked like under that ceremonial paint. She was very slender, but her body was very feminine under her small green tunic and leggings. Wisps of dark hair had escaped from her ponytail and fell across her eyes, and the effect was very. . . captivating. Now, it was Obi-Wan Kenobi's turn to be self-conscious. Why was he having such thoughts? He shouldn't be thinking like this, but Obi-Wan was intrigued by the bold young woman in front of him.

Sabe' stopped twirling her staff and met the Jedi's gaze boldly, and this time he glanced away. I made him uncomfortable, Sabe' realized. She immediately softened her gaze, wondering if she actually intimidated a Jedi. What would Sache' say? A soft laugh escaped her lips.

Obi-wan looked sharply at the Queen. Why had she laughed? Was her mirth pointed at him? The laugh was almost sad and personal, and Obi-Wan suddenly felt as if he was intruding.

"I'm sorry," Said Sabe', seeing Kenobi's confusion. "It's just that the thought of me chasing and capturing a Jedi would have made Sache' laugh until she couldn't breathe-" the mention of her friend suddenly sobered Sabe'.

"Sache'?" the Jedi prompted, his voice soft.

"A dear friend," Sabe' answered, her voice a whisper. "She stayed on Naboo." The weight of reality came crashing down on her shoulders, making her feel suddenly small. Her calm resolve and good mood quickly evaporated as if in a space vacuum. It left her tired and sad.

The Jedi seemed to sense the change, for he softly said, "Pardon my intrusion, Your Highness," he bowed. "I bid you goodnight." Silently, he gave her a reassuring gaze, then left the room, a whispering of robes.

Sabe' sighed and gazed around the dim chamber. She hefted her staff and headed for the smaller chamber. It was dark, and she could hear the quiet breathing of Rabe' and Eirtae'. The sound was comforting. Quickly undressing, Sabe' pulled out a sleeping couch and snuggled into the warm covers. The steady rhythm of her friends' breathing lulled her into a deep sleep.