Windu noticed that the Trade Federation had created a blockade around the planet.

“Customs. What is the meaning of this?” Windu asked.

“The Kingdom of Naboo has asked us to protect their planet. They gave us permission to police Naboo.”

“Sure they did.” Mace Windu sarcastically said, studying the Neimoidians face.

“We are more than willing to let you in, Master Windu.” The Neimoidian said, and turned away. The Neimoidian left a subordinate to speak to Mace as he panicked and ran to another room to a holoterminal.

“This is outrageous! You told us you would make the occupation legal! Now we have a third Jedi onto us!” Lott Dod yelled.

“Calm down, Dod. My Apprentice shall make quick work of him.” Darth Sidious spoke.

“Your Apprentice?! Please tell me you are joking, Sith. Your Apprentice still has not returned from fighting the two Jedi! I’m not going to prison for this, I am evacuating-auck!!”

Dod grasped his throat as it began to constrict.

“You do as I say, you stunted slime!”

“Y-yes auck, my lord!”

“Better. Do not forget you still have an army of Battle Droids at your disposal.”

“Those are for the occupation, my lord.” Dod meekly whimpers, and is silenced by an evil glare.

“Understood.”

Windu landed his Jedi Starship. “Come with me boy. Stay close. I don’t trust this one bit.” He said, as they walked down the royal halls. Finally, Windu found the Queen. “Queen Amidala. What is going on here?” He asked.

“Nothing. We have made an agreement with the Trade Federation.” She looked around, then ushered Windu into the bathroom. The droids did not follow. Once she made sure the coast was clear, she whispered frantically to Windu. “The Trade Federation has invaded. They hold my people captive. But more than that, there is… a Sith. Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan went to fight him. That was hours ago. I fear the worst.” She exclaimed. He nodded his head. She pointed the way to the Sith. Mace Windu and Anakin ran into the room, Windu effortlessly destroying the B1 Advanced Battle Droids along the way. A strange Astromech droid named R2-D2 followed them and saved Threepio from a Battle Droid. The Queen was following in suit, the long headresses that mimicked the strange appendages of the Flufgi people dragging across the floor as she ran after them.

“Well, I suppose I should thank you.” Threepio says. Threepio sizes up the scrappy little astromech and sassily walks away, chin up.

“Bwip beep!!” Artoo cusses at Threepio.

“Oh I do say, how rude.” Threepio says, as the group hurries along the corridor.

There, they saw Qui-Gon Jinn, and Obi-Wan Kenobi fighting an unknown assailant, the assailant in between them. Viceroy Gunray was spectating from a balcony. Almost immediately, Gunray recognized Windu.

“This is getting out of hand!! Now there are three of them!” As soon as Gunray’s mouth opened, the red skinned Zabrak noticed as well. He made a face, just as Obi-Wan slices the double-bladed red lightsaber in half, creating two different lightsabers. The enemy adjusts his fighting style. But he knows that three Jedi could be too much. He jumps away, and all three chase him in force-guided acrobatics. Anakin looks up to them, then focuses his attention on Gunray. Gunray drops his blaster. They both lunge for it, and Anakin gets it, and points it towards Gunray. “I’m sure we can reach a reasonable agreement.” Gunray oozes out, sprawled out on the floor, his hat fallen off.

“Of course we can.” Anakin smiles.

“Surrender, Darth, you are no match for two Master Jedi and a Padawan.” Qui-Gon Jinn says.

Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Mace Windu, Anakin Skywalker, Viceroy Gunray, and even Darth Maul all turned in unison to the direction of where they heard the loud crash. They all stopped fighting in order to look out over the balcony.

“I’m disappointed. The Trade Federation has been known to interfere in politics, but this is ridiculous.” Qui-Gon breathed, in utter disbelief that a galaxy-wide mega corporation had actually lead an army to attack a peaceful planet. Noticing that the four were distracted, Darth Maul aggressively yet quietly grunt-sighed. He didn’t want to do it, but he knew that he had to escape. He couldn’t face both Master Windu and Master Jinn. Maul quietly escaped to a shuttle without being noticed.

“Aha! The Trade Federation will come and defeat you and your foolish rebellion!” Gunray exclaimed, laughing at Qui-Gon. Gunray continuously laughed in hysterics. Anakin rolled his eyes, set his blaster to stun, and aimed it at him. “Wait, HAHAHA, please, I can’t help i-” Gunray fell to the ground unconscious. This got Qui-Gon’s attention. Qui-Gon grabbed Anakin by his shirt.

“You can’t just kill a man!” He yelled.

“Calm down Jedi, it was set for stun.” Anakin said.

“Leave young Skywalker alone, Master Jinn. Gunray is a nuisance that I would rather not have to deal with during an invasion.” Mace said, patting Anakin on the back. This made Anakin feel accomplished. Like how a child feels when they are told that their father is proud.

“Great, so what do you suppose we do, Master Jedi?” Obi-Wan asked, rolling his eyes at the brute of a child in front of him.

“I… I don’t know. We must make a plan first-” Qui-Gon was cut off by Obi-Wan.

“Master Jinn! With all due respect, have you not noticed how many there are?! We don’t have time to ‘meditate on the Force’!” Obi-Wan yelled. Qui-Gon held his head down, too sobered by the situation to lecture Obi-Wan on respect.

“It’s simple, really,” Anakin said matter-of-factly, walking up to the edge of the balcony, holding a macrobinocular set. Obi-Wan thought that looked familiar, and so he checked his belt, where he keeps his. He doubletaked, and realized that Anakin had somehow taken his.

“Hey!” Obi-Wan yelled, but Qui-Gon held him back.

“The Trade Federation likes to command their battle droids from Command Stations that hover in space. They modify them, so that they are completely reliant on the commands that are sent to their antenna. Although that wears off in a day if the battle droids are still operational, they will drop like flies if the commands were blocked. But since Naboo is a ‘peaceful planet’, they wouldn’t have the ability to remotely hack the Command Station, that’s in orbit, right there, see that?” He points, and hands the tool to Mace Windu.

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“As a matter of fact, Skywalker, I do. What’s your plan?” He asked. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan’s idea of Skywalker changed from a dumb brute, to a mix of brains and braun. Anakin smiled at Mace Windu, a little smirk that said, ‘Wait till ya hear this’.

“We’re gonna blow the hell out of it.” Anakin said, smiling.

“Great thinking Skywalker.” Windu said, applauding him. Anakin took it in for a moment, then got serious.

“Just one problem, however.” Anakin pointed at the Royal Space Bay. It was full of the shuttles they’d need to launch such an offensive. However, the path to it, as well as the room itself, and the sky, were crawling with B1 Advanced Battle Droids.

“As much as it seems we do not have time, we must make a plan of action. Your highness, is there a secret area to hide not on the Federation’s radar?” Windu asked.

The Queen looked thoughtful, seemed grossed out, then spoke.

“There is… one area.” She said.

“What is it?” Anakin piped in.

“The sewer system. My father made me learn the ins and outs of it when I was elected, in case of assassination attempts or… invasions.” The Queen spoke. The group hunkered down into the manhole. Anakin picked up the head tails of the Queen’s headdress. The Queen turned.

“You wouldn’t want your head thingies to get dirty, your highness.” Anakin blushed.

“Thank you.” Padme smiled.

The group walked until they got to a wall. Anakin stumbles into Padme and they almost fall over.

“My, what a clumsy boy you are.” Padme smiled and Anakin blushed.

“Why did we stop, your majesty?” Anakin asked.

“This is the entrance to a secret communications depot to call for help.” Padme felt around the wall until a door that seemed to be the wall shifted open. The comms channel was blinking, and Padme accepted the transmission. A holorecording of Royal Governor of Naboo Sio Bibble’s head popped up, looking very disgruntled.

“The death toll is catastrophic! There are droids burning down the city and massacring anyone who even dares to resist! The Royal Guard and some brave souls are fighting, but they’ll surely be defeated! Please, if you are still alive, Jedi, you must help us!” The group takes a few minutes to take in the severity of the message. Then Padme turns to Mace.

“We must help them at once!” Padme cried.

“I agree.” Anakin says.

“As powerful as we are, there’s no way we can take that many battle droids all at once. We need backup. We need to get the Senate and or Jedi Council to approve of a strike team.” Windu said.

“That sounds about right…” Padme said, beginning to tear up.

“Don’t worry your majesty! We’ll get some help.” Anakin piped in. The group took Queen Amidala’s H-type Nubian Yacht, customized to include a stealth mode (only usable when deactivating weapons and shielding), it being the only way to get off of Naboo and out of the Naboo System without being attacked by the Trade Federation blockade. The group got into the cockpit.

“You all can leave now, me and Master Jinn will pilot the vessel.” Windu said. Everybody left except for Anakin and Padme.

“Your majesty-”

“I would like to remain here until I at least know we are past the blockade, Master Jedi.” Padme said, in a bit of a slightly snarky way. She was a bit mad about these ‘Jedi Masters’ not being strong enough to save her people, but she knew that they weren’t enough and it resulted in a contradiction between having a grudge and being friendly to them. The ship activated it’s cloaking device and took off, and after a few minutes, passed the blockade unnoticed. Queen Amidala sighed in relief and went into the gathering room. Anakin meekly followed. The two were on separate sides of the room for a while, Anakin focusing on repairing any damage done to Threepio, promising to get him plated soon, and cleaning up the heroic Artoo.

Padme tried not to cry. She tried using the emotional control training she had been receiving from the Royal Advisor of Politics, a very close friend of hers. She then broke when she remembered that she had been killed in the initial struggle. Everyone she had known and come to love as Queen and before were either being worked in a camp like slaves or were killed by the Trade Federation’s Battle Droids. She was only 12, it was too much for the young girl to handle. She started silently sobbing in the corner, and Anakin walked over. He took off a necklace that was around his neck and held it out to her.

“I want you to have this. It’s a Mandalorian necklace given to those who show profound bravery and heroism in times of war. My family had it for generations, but we didn’t earn it for a while. You deserve this. Most leaders aren’t willing to be in danger like you are. I used to think all leaders were selfish, you changed that for me. Thank you.” Anakin says. Padme takes the necklace and hugs Anakin, making him blush.

“Thank you. What is your name?” Padme asked.

“I’m Anakin Skywalker, what about you?” Anakin responded.

“I’m Padme Amidala. But most just call me the Queen. You can call me Padme.” Padme smiles. The group lands on Coruscant and are greeted by Senator Sheev Palpatine of Naboo.

“Your majesty, I have heard rumors of your death! Seeing you alive is a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. I have tried to start the talk, but the Senate will not believe me. We must get you into the Senate. They will believe the leader of Naboo.” Palpatine says, ushering Padme towards the Republikka 500, the Senate Building. Anakin tries to follow, but Mace guides him away.

“Where are we going, Master?” Anakin asked.

“The Jedi Council.” Windu answered.

***

The Congress was roaring with bickering and yelling from annoyed Senators and Associate Representatives. Many had been taken away from enjoying the profits of being a politician of the Galactic Republic. Padme got into a pod with Senator Palpatine, and rose to the center of the room. The room grew quiet fast.

“People of the Galactic Republic, my people die and slave away, as my planet is occupied. The Occupation of Naboo by the Trade Federation must end now!”

“This is preposterous, we are a humble corporation just trying to collect on debts owed to us by the people of Naboo!” Nute Gunray, Chief Viceroy of the Trade Federation exclaimed from his pod.

“That is a lie Gunray, and you know it. I call on Supreme Chancellor Valorum and the Galactic Congress to approve the creation of a strike team to liberate Naboo.”

“Queen Amidala, with all due respect, I can’t do that! That would set a dangerous precedent for settling problems with violence.” Valorum said.

“Very well. I call for a vote of no confidence in Supreme Chancellor Finis Valorum immediately.” Padme said. The room grows in loud roars, and Padme wonders if she had done the right thing.

“Don’t worry your majesty, you have done the right thing. If he is allowed to remain in power for much longer, the Galactic Republic will fall apart.” Palpatine said.

“I hope you are right, Palpatine. For the sake of our people.” Padme said.

***

“The man was a Sith, Master Yoda, I swear of it!” Obi-Wan yelled.

“True is this, Master Qui-Gon?” Yoda asked.

“It is, Master Yoda. He held a red blade, and bore yellow eyes.” Qui-Gon said.

“Two signs of the Sith? Master Windu?” Plo Koon asked.

“I saw the red blade. It was a lightsaber staff, one of ancient Sith design. But I did not get close enough to see their eyes.” Windu spoke. The room was full of non-believers, then Master Oppo Rancisis just bluntly states what everyone was thinking.

“I don’t believe it. No Sith has ever existed for hundreds of years. And if it was the Brotherhood, they wouldn’t have sent a coward to face you.” Rancisis said.

“Afraid I am, the Council is in agreement. Jedi Masters, deploy we will not.”

***

“Members of the Senate, I beg of you to approve of a strike team!” Padme yelled.

“Your majesty, with all due respect, we are too busy with impeachment proceedings. After we will grant you your response team.”

“There is no time! My people die!”

“I am sorry.” Padme storms out of the room, meeting up with the rest of the group.

“You are all coming?” Padme asked.

“Of course we are. Our job is not done yet.” Windu says.