In a remote conference room on the Trade Federation's flagship, Nute Gunray and Rune Haako sat side by side at a long table, staring nervously at a hologram of Darth Sidious positioned at the table's head. The hologram shimmered with the movements of the Sith Lord's dark cloak, a patchwork of small nuances that the Neimoidians found themselves unable to read.
The Sith Lord had not been summoned. The Neimoidians would have been happy if he had chosen not to communicate with them at all this day. But in keeping with the way he always seemed to sense when things were not going right, he had appeared on his own. Demanding a report on the progress of the invasion, he had settled back to listen to Nute Gunray's narrative and had said nothing since.
'We control all the cities in the northern and western part of the Naboo territory,' the viceroy was relating, 'and we are searching for any other settlements where resistance-'
'Yes, yes,' Darth Sidious interrupted suddenly, his soft voice vaguely impatient. 'You've done well. Now, then. Destroy all their high-ranking officials. Do so quietly, but be thorough.' He paused. 'What of Queen Amidala? Has she signed the treaty?'
Nute Gunray took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 'She has disappeared, my lord. There was an escape-'
'An escape?' The Sith Lord spoke the words in a low hiss.
'One Naboo cruiser got past the blockade-'
'How did she escape, Viceroy?'
Nute Gunray looked at Rune Haako for help, but his counterpart was paralyzed with fear. 'The Jedi, my lord. They found their way to her, overpowered her guards...'
Darth Sidious stirred within his robes like a big cat, shadows glimmering within the confines of his concealing hood. 'Viceroy, find her! I want that treaty signed!'
'My lord, we have been unable to locate the ship she escaped on,' the Neimoidian admitted, wishing he could sink into the floor right then and there.
'Viceroy! '
'Once it got by us, we tried to give pursuit, but it managed to elude us! Now it's out of our range-'
A wave of one robed arm cut him short. 'Not for a Sith, it isn't,' the other whispered.
Something shimmered in the background of the hologram, and a figure emerged from the darkness behind Darth Sidious. Nute Gunray froze. It was a second Sith Lord. But whereas Darth Sidious was a vague and shadowy presence, this new Sith was truly terrifying to look upon. His face was a mask of jagged red and black patterns, the design etched into his skin, and his skull was hairless and studded with a crown of short, hooked horns. Gleaming yellow eyes fixed on the Neimoidians, breaking past their defenses, stripping them bare and dismissing them as insignificant and foolish.
'Viceroy,' Darth Sidious spoke softly in the sudden silence, 'this is my apprentice, Lord Maul. He will find your lost ship.'
Nute Gunray inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, averting his eyes from the frightening presence. 'Yes, my lord.'
The hologram shimmered and disappeared, leaving the conference room empty of sound. The Neimoidians sat without moving, without even looking at each other, reptilian eyes fixed, on the space the hologram had occupied.
'This is getting out of hand,' Nute Gunray ventured finally, his voice high and tight, thinking that their plans for sabotaging the trade-routes tax did not contemplate risking their lives in the process.
Rune Haako managed a quick nod. 'We should not have made this bargain. What will happen when the Jedi become aware that we are doing business with these Sith Lords?'
Nute Gunray, his hands clasped tightly before him, did not care to venture an answer.
Aboard the Queen's transport, the Jedi stood with Captain Panaka and the remaining R2 unit as the captain gave his report to the Queen on the events surrounding their escape through the Trade Federation blockade. Amidala sat surrounded by her three handmaidens, white face framed by the black headdress, dark eyes steady, listening as the captain concluded.
'We are lucky to have this one in our service, Your Highness.' Panaka glanced down at the blue-domed astromech droid. 'It is an extremely well put together little droid. Without a doubt, it saved the ship back there, not to mention our lives.'
Amidala nodded, eyes shifting to the droid. 'It is to be commended. What is its number?'
The little blue droid, lights blinking on and off as it processed the conversation, gave a series of small beeps and tweets. Captain Panaka reached down and scraped a large smudge off the droid's metal shell, then straightened.
'Artoo-Detoo, Your Highness.'
Queen Amidala leaned forward, and a slender white hand came out to touch the droid's domed casing. 'Thank you, Artoo-Detoo. You have proven both loyal and brave.' She glanced over her shoulder. 'Padme.'
One of her handmaidens came forward. Qui-Gon Jinn, listening to the exchange with half an ear as he considered the problems that lay ahead on Tatooine, noticed it was the young woman who had supported the Queen's decision to escape from Naboo. He frowned. Except, it hadn't been exactly like that...
'See to the cleaning up of this little droid.' The Queen was speaking to the girl. 'Artoo-Detoo deserves our gratitude.' She turned back to Panaka. 'Please continue with your report, Captain.'
Panaka glanced uncomfortably at the Jedi Knights. 'Your Highness, we are heading for a remote planet called Tatooine.' He paused, unwilling to speak further on the matter.
'It is a system far beyond the reach of the Trade Federation.' Qui-Gon stepped into the gap smoothly. 'Once there, we will be able to make needed repairs to the ship, then to travel on to Coruscant and complete our
