journey.'
'Your Highness,' Captain Panaka said quickly, regaining his thoughts on the matter. 'Tatooine is very dangerous. It's controlled by the Hutts. The Hutts are gangsters and slavers. I do not agree with the Jedi on their decision to land there.'
The Queen looked at Qui-Gon. The Jedi did not waver. 'You must trust my judgment, Your Highness.'
'Must I?' Amidala asked quietly. She shifted her gaze to her handmaidens, ending with Padme. The girl had not moved from the Queen's side, but seemed to remember suddenly she had been given a task to complete. She nodded briefly to the Queen, and moved to take R2-D2 in hand.
Amidala looked back at Qui-Gon Jinn. 'We are in your hands,' she advised, and the matter was settled.
Jar Jar Binks had been left in the droid storage hold until after the lone R2 unit returned through the airlock and the Naboo came to retrieve it. They didn't seem to have any orders regarding the Gungan, so they simply left him to his own devices. At first Jar Jar was reluctant to venture out, still thinking of the younger Jedi's admonishment to stay put and out of trouble. He'd managed one out of two, and he wasn't sure he wanted to tempt fate.
But in the end his curiosity and restlessness got the better of him. The transport had stopped spinning, the Trade Federation attack had ceased, and the warning alarms had been silenced. Everything was peaceful, and the Gungan saw no reason why he should have to stay shut away in this tiny room for one more minute.
So he cracked the door, stuck his billed face out for a look around, eyestalks swiveling guardedly, saw no one, and made his decision. He left the storage room and wandered along the ship's corridors-choosing a path that took him away from the cockpit, where the Jedi were likely to be found. He waited for someone to tell him to go back to where he had come from, but no one did, so he began to poke into things, careful what he touched, but unable to help himself sufficiently to forgo all investigation. He was following a narrow corridor that led up from the lower levels of the transport to the main cabin when he poked his head through an airlock to find one of the Queen's handmaidens hard at work with an old cloth cleaning the R2 astromech droid.
'Heydey ho!' he called out.
The handmaiden and the R2 unit both started, the girl with a small cry and the droid with a loud beep. Jar Jar jumped in turn, then slowly eased himself through the opening, embarrassed that he had frightened them so badly.
'Me sorry,' he apologized. 'Me not mean to scare yous. Okeday?'
The girl smiled. 'That's all right. Come over here.'
Jar Jar came forward a few steps, studying the condition of the droid. 'Me find oilcan back dere. Yous need it?'
The girl nodded. 'It would help. This little guy is quite a mess.'
Jar Jar scrambled back through the opening, groped about a bit, found the oilcan he had remembered, and brought it to the girl. 'This helps?'
'Thank you,' she said, accepting the can. She flipped up the cap and poured some of the oil onto the cloth, then began rubbing the R2 unit's dome.
'Me Jar Jar Binks,' Jar Jar said after a few moments, taking a chance on trying to continue the conversation. He liked this Naboo girl.
'I'm Padme,' the girl answered. 'I attend Her Highness, Queen Amidala. This is Artoo-Detoo.' She rubbed a black smudge from the droid's strut. 'You're a Gungan, aren't you?'
Jar Jar nodded, long ears flapping against his neck. 'How did you end up here with us?'
Jar Jar thought about it a minute. 'Me not know exactly. Da day start okeday wit da sunnup. Me munchen clams. Den, boom! Maccaneks every which way, dey flyen, dey scooten... Me get very scared. Den Jedi runnen, and me grab Quiggon, den maccaneks rollen over, den go down under da lake to Otoh Gunga ta da Boss Nass...'
He stopped, not knowing where else to go. Padme was nodding encouragingly. R2-D2 beeped. 'Tis 'bout it. Before me know what, pow! Me here!'
He sat back on his haunches and shrugged. 'Get very, very scared.'
He looked from the girl to the droid. Padme smiled some more. R2-D2 beeped again. Jar Jar felt pretty good.
In the cockpit, Ric Olie was directing the transport toward a large yellowish planet that was steadily filling up the viewport as they approached its surface. The Jedi and Captain Panaka stood behind him, peering over his shoulder at the ground maps he had punched up on the monitors.
'Tatooine,' Obi-Wan Kenobi confirmed, speaking to no one in particular.
Ric Olie pointed to one of the maps on the scopes. 'There's a settlement that should have what we need... a spaceport, it looks like. Mos Espa.' He glanced up at the Jedi.
'Land near the city's outskirts,' Qui-Gon Jinn ordered. 'We don't want to attract attention.'
The pilot nodded and began to guide the transport in. It took only moments to direct it down through the planet's atmosphere to a patch of desert just in sight of the city. The Nubian landed in a swirl of dust, settling comfortably in place atop its landing struts. In the distance, Mos Espa glimmered faintly through the shimmer of the midday heat.
Qui-Gon sent his protege to uncouple the hyperdrive and Captain Panaka to advise the Queen of their landing. He was settled on going into the spaceport alone as he left the cockpit to find other clothing and came upon Jar Jar Binks, the Queen's handmaiden Padme, and the little R2 unit.
He slowed, considering the possibility that going into the city alone would make him more noticeable. 'Jar Jar,' he said finally. 'Get ready. You're going with me. The droid as well.'
He continued on without looking back. The Gungan stared after him in disbelief, then in horror. By the time he regained his wits, the Jedi was out of view. Wailing in dismay, he chased after him and came upon Obi-Wan in
