Chapter 8
Obi-wan Kenobi had just reentered the transport's cockpit when explosions began to buffet the ship. He could see a huge Trade Federation battleship looming ahead through the viewport, cannons firing. The Queen's transport was rocked so violendy by the blasts that it was thrown from its trajectory. Ric Olie's gloved hands were locked onto the steering grips, fighting to bring the slender craft back into line.
'We should abort, sir!' the pilot shouted at Qui-Gon, who was braced at his side, eyes fixed on the battleship. 'Our deflector shields can't withstand much more of this! '
'Stay on course,' the Jedi Master ordered calmly. He glanced down at the controls. 'Do you have a cloaking device?'
'This is not a warship!' Captain Panaka snapped, looking angry and betrayed. 'We have no weapons, Ambassador! We're a nonviolent people, which is why the Trade Federation was brave enough to attack us in the first place!'
A series of explosions jarred the Nubian, and the lights on the control panel flickered weakly. An alarm sounded, shrill and angry. The transport shuddered, its power drive stalling momentarily in a high-pitched whine.
'No weapons,' Qui-Gon Jinn breathed. Obi-Wan was next to him, feeling the weight of the other's gaze as it shifted to find him, steady and unwavering. One hand settled on Ric Olie's shoulder. 'The Trade Federation uses pulser tracking for its weapons. Spin the ship. It will make it difficult for them to get a reading on us.'
The pilot nodded, flipped a series of levers, and put the Nubian into a slow spin. Ahead, the battleship filled the viewport, then lost focus. The Queen's transport accelerated, racing toward the enemy craft, whipping past towers and gunports, bays and stabilizers, speeding down an alleyway of jagged metal protrusions and cannon fire. A laser bolt hammered into them, causing sparks and smoke to explode from one panel, sending the ship reeling. For a brief moment they were tumbling out of control. Then Ric Olie pulled back hard on the controls, and the hull of the battleship receded.
'Something's wrong,' the pilot announced quietly, fighting the steering, feeling the ship shudder beneath. 'Shields are down!'
They continued to spin, to hug the cavernous shell of the Trade Federation battleship, so close that the larger guns were rendered useless and only the smaller could chance firing at them. But without shields even a glancing hit could be disastrous.
'Sending out the repair crew!' Olie shouted, and flipped a lever.
On the viewscreen, an airlock snapped open, and one by one a series of astromech droids popped out of the hatch and onto the transport's hull. The transport straightened and leveled out, and the spinning stopped. The droids motored swiftly across the hull, seeking out the damage as Ric Olie hugged the battleship's shadow in an effort to protect them.
But now there was a new threat. Unable to bring the weapons of their warship to bear in an effective manner, the Trade Federation command dispatched a squad of starfighters. Small, sleek, robot attack ships, they consisted of twin compartments attached to a rounded, swept-back head. As they roared out of the battleship bays, their compartments opened into long slits that exposed their laser guns. Down the length of the mother ship they tore, seeking out the Queen's transport. Fast and maneuverable, they had no trouble working close to the battleship's hull. In seconds, they were on top of the transport, weapons firing. Ric Olie struggled to find cover and gain speed. Two of the R2 units were blown away, one on a direct hit, the second when its hold on the transport hull was shattered.
On the viewscreen, the blue R2 unit could be seen working furiously to connect a series of wires exposed by a damaged hull plate. Laser fire lanced all around it, but it continued its effort without stopping. The fourth droid, working close by, disappeared in a cloud of shattered metal and brilliant fire.
Now only the blue unit remained, still busy amid the onslaught of Trade Federation starfighters. Something changed on the cockpit display, and Ric Olie gave a shout of approval. 'The shields are up! That little droid did it!' He jammed the thrusters all the way forward, and the transport rocketed away from both the battleship and the starfighters, leaving the Trade Federation blockade and the planet ofNaboo behind.
The lone R2 unit turned and motored back into the airlock and disappeared from view.
When they were well away from any Trade Federation presence, Ric Olie made a thorough check of the controls, assessing their damage, trying to determine what was needed. Obi-Wan sat next to him in the copilot's seat, lending help. Qui-Gon and Captain Panaka stood behind them, awaiting their report. The Queen and the rest of the Naboo had been secured in other chambers.
Ric Olie shook his head doubtfully. 'We can't go far. The hyperdrive is leaking.'
Qui-Gon Jinn nodded. 'We'll have to land somewhere to make repairs to the ship. What's out there?'
Ric Olie punched in a star chart, and they hunched over the monitor, studying it.
'Here, Master,' Obi-Wan said, his sharp eyes picking out the only choice that made any sense. 'Tatooine. It's small, poor, and out of the way. It attracts little attention. The Trade Federation has no presence there.'.
'How can you be sure?' Captain Panaka asked quickly.
Qui-Gon glanced at him. 'It's controlled by the Hutts.'
Panaka started in alarm. 'The Hutts?'
'It's risky,' Obi-Wan agreed, 'but there's no reasonable alternative. '
Captain Panaka was not convinced. 'You can't take Her Royal Highness there! The Hutts are gangsters and slavers! If they discovered who she was-'
'It would be no different than if we landed on a planet in a system controlled by the Trade Federation,' Qui-Gon interrupted, 'except the Hutts aren't looking for the Queen, which gives us an advantage.'
The Queen's head of security started to say something more,, then thought better of it. He took a deep breath instead, frustration etched on his smooth, dark face, and turned away.
Qui-Gon Jinn tapped Ric Olic on the shoulder. 'Set course for Tatooine.'
