On the bridge of the Trade Federation battleship, Neimoidian Viceroy Nute Gunray and his lieutenant, Daultay Dofine, stood staring in shock at the protocol droid they had sent to look after the supreme chancellor's ambassadors.
'What did you say?' Gunray hissed furiously.
TC-14 was impervious to the look the Neimoidian gave it. 'The ambassadors are Jedi Knights. One of them is a Jedi Master. I am quite certain of it.'
Dofine, a flat-faced, restless sort, wheeled on his companion in dismay. 'I knew it! They were sent to force a settlement! The game's up! Blind me, we're done for!'
Gunray made a placating gesture. 'Stay calm! I'll wager the Senate is completely unaware of the supreme chancellor's moves in this matter. Go. Distract them while I contact Lord Sidious.'
The other Neimoidian gaped at him. 'Are you brain-dead? I'm not going in there with two Jedi Knights! Send the droid!'
He waved hurriedly at TC-14, who bowed, made a small squeaky sound in response, and went out.
When the protocol droid was gone, Dofine summoned Rune Haako, the third member of their delegation, drew both his compatriots to a closed, separate space on the bridge where they could be neither seen nor heard by anyone else, and triggered a holographic communication.
It took a few moments for the hologram to appear. As it did so, a stoop- shouldered, dark-robed shape appeared, cloaked and hooded so that nothing of its face could be seen. 'What is it?' an impatient voice demanded.
Nute Gunray found his throat so dry that for a moment he could not speak. 'The Republic ambassadors are Jedi Knights.'
'Jedi?' Darth Sidious breathed the word softly, almost reverently. There was a measure of calm about his acceptance of the news. 'Are you sure?'
Nute Gunray found what little courage he had been able to muster for this moment quickly evaporating. He stared at the black form of the Sith Lord in mesmerized terror. 'They have been identified, my lord.'
As if unable to endure the silence that followed, Daultay Dofine charged into the gap, wild-eyed. 'This scheme of yours has failed, Lord Sidious! The blockade is finished! We dare not go up against Jedi Knights!'
The dark figure in the hologram turned slightly. 'Are you saying you would rather go up against me, Dofine? I am amused.' The hood shifted toward Gunray. 'Viceroy!'
Nute stepped forward quickly. 'Yes, my lord?'
Darth Sidious's voice turned slow and sibilant. 'I don't want this stunted piece of slime to pass within my sight again. Do you understand? '
Nute's hands were shaking, and he clasped them together to still them. 'Yes, my lord.'
He wheeled on Dofine, but the other was already making his way from the bridge, his face filled with terror, his robes trailing behind him like a shroud.
When he was gone, Darth Sidious said, 'This turn of events is unfortunate, but not fatal. We must accelerate our plans, Viceroy. Begin landing your troops. At once.'
Nute glanced quickly at Rune Haako, who was trying his best to disappear into the ether. 'Ah, my lord, of course, but... is that action legal?'
'I will make it legal, Viceroy.'
'Yes, of course.' Nute took a quick breath. 'And the Jedi?'
Darth Sidious seemed to grow darker within his robes, his face lowering further into shadow. 'The supreme chancellor should never have brought the Jedi into this. Kill them now. Immediately. '
'Yes, my lord,' Nute Gunray answered, but the hologram of the Sith Lord had already vanished. He stared at the space it had left behind for a moment, then turned to Haako. 'Blow up their ship. I will send a squad of battle droids to finish them.'
In the conference room in which they had been left, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stared at each other across a long table.
'Is it customary for Neimoidians to make their guests wait this long?' the younger Jedi asked.
Before Qui-Gon could respond, the door opened to admit the protocol droid bearing a tray of drinks and food. TC-14 crossed to their table, placed the tray before them, and handed each a drink. It stepped back then, waiting. Qui-Gon motioned to his young companion, and they lifted the drinks and tasted them.
Qui-Gon nodded at the droid, then looked at Obi-Wan. 'I sense an unusual amount of maneuvering for something as trivial as this trade dispute. I sense fear as well.'
Obi-Wan placed his drink back on the table. 'Perhaps...'
An explosion rocked the room, spilling the drinks, sending the tray with its food skidding toward the edge. The Jedi leapt to their feet in response, lightsabers drawn and activated. The protocol droid backpedaled quickly, arms lifting, muttering its apologies, looking every which way at once.
'What's happened?' Obi-Wan asked quickly.
Qui-Gon hesitated, closed his eyes, and retreated deep within himself. His eyes snapped open. 'They've destroyed our ship.'
He glanced around swiftly. It took only a moment for him to detect a faint hissing sound from the vents near the doorway.
'Gas,' he said to Obi-Wan in warning. In the cage beside the door, the birdlike creatures began to drop like stones.
