We must move quickly to disrupt all communications down there until we're finished!'
In the main hangar bay of the ship, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi crouched silently in the opening of a large circulation vent that overlooked six massive double-winged Federation landing ships surrounded by a vast array of transports. The transports were large boot-shaped vehicles with bulbous noses. The doors that formed those noses gaped open, racks were extended, and thousands of sleek silvery shapes were marching inside in perfect formation to be secured...
'Battle droids,' Qui-Gon said softly. There was surprise and dismay in his deep voice. 'It's an invasion army,' Obi-Wan said. They continued to watch for a time, taking in the scene, counting transports and droids as they filled the half- dozen landing craft, taking measure of the size of the army. 'It's an odd play for the Federation,' Qui-Gon observed. 'We've got to warn the Naboo and contact Chancellor Valorum.' Obi-Wan nodded. 'We'd best do it somewhere besides here.'
His mentor glanced at him. 'Maybe we can hitch a ride with our friends down there.' 'It's the least they can do after the way they've treated us so far.' Obi- Wan pursed his lips. 'You were right about one thing, Master. The negotiations were short.' Qui-Gon Jinn smiled and beckoned him ahead.
Chapter 4
A twilight that was misty and seemed perpetual lay in silvery gray layers over the green lushness of Naboo as the Federation landing ships descended out of the black infinity of space to settle slowly planetward. One set of three moved away from the others, dropping silently through clouds that hung still and endless across the world's emerald surface. Ghostlike as they passed through the haze, double wings shaped like a giant I, they materialized one by one near a vast, murky swamp. As they gently landed next to the dark waters and clumps of trees and grasses, their metal bodies parted to allow the bulbous-nosed transports to offload onto the surface and begin forming up. Some distance away from the closest of the landing craft, Obi-Wan Kenobi's head broke the swamp's still waters. A quick breath, and he was gone again. He surfaced once more, farther away, and this time took a moment to look back at the invasion force. Dozens of transports filled with battle droids and tanks were moving into place in front of the landing craft. Some hovered above the swamp's waters. Some had found purchase on dry ground.
Far to his left, he caught sight of a shadowy form running through the mist and trees. Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan took another deep breath, submerged swiftly, and began to swim.
Qui-Gon Jinn slipped wraithlike through the swamp, listening to the sounds of heavy rustling and snapping branches behind him as the Trade Federation transports began to advance. Mixe-d With the deeper, heavier whine. of the transport engines was the higher pitched buzzing of STAPs-singie trooper aerial platforms-small, individually piloted mobile gun units used to transport battle droids as scouts for the main army. The STAPs whipped above the watery terrain ofNaboo, fleeting shadows as they surged in front of the larger transports.
Animals of all shapes and sizes began to scatter from their places of concealment, racing past Qui-Gon in search of safety. Ikopi, fulumpasets, motts, peko pekos-the names recalled themselves instantly to the Jedi Master from his preparation for this journey. Dodging the frightened creatures stampeding around him, he cast about for Obi-Wan, then picked up his pace as the dark shadow of a transport appeared outf the mist directly behind him.
He was running out of firm ground and searching for a way past a large lake when he saw a strange froglike creature before him. It was squatting in the water, its rubbery body crouched over a shell it had just pried open, its long tongue licking out the insides with a quick whipping movement, its throat swallowing. Casting aside the empty shell, it rose to face Qui-Gon, its long, flat ears dangling from its amphibious head in broad flaps, its ducklike snout working thoughtfully around whatever delicacy it had removed from the shell. Eyes that protruded from the top of its head blinked in confusion, taking in Qui-Gon and the animals about him, then seeing clearly for the first time the massive shadow from which they fled.
'Oh, oh,' the creature muttered, the syllables clouded, but recognizable.
Qui-Gon broke left past the strange creature, anxious to get out of the path of the approaching transport. The creature dropped the shell, eyes wide and frantic, and grabbed onto Qui-Gon's robes.
'Hep me, hep me!' it cried plaintively, rubbery face contorting in shock and desperation.
'Let go!' Qui-Gon snapped, trying in vain to break free.
The transport thundered toward them, skimming the surface of the swamp, flattening grasses and stirring up water spouts in the wake of its passing. It bore down on Qui-Gon as he fought to break free of the creature that clung to him, dragging it sideways in a futile effort to escape.
Finally, with the transport only meters away and looming over him like a building about to topple, the Jedi Master pushed the creature into the shallow water and sprawled facedown on top of it. The Trade Federation transport passed over them in a wash of sound and shocked air, the vibrations hammering into their prone forms, flattening them into the mire.
When it was safely past, Qui-Gon pulled himself out of the mud and took a deep, welcome breath. The strange creature rose with him, still clinging to his arm, cloudy water dripping from its flat-billed face. It gave a quick glance after the departing transport, then threw itself on Qui-Gon, hugging him ecstatically.
'Oh boi, oh boi!' it gasped with a high-pitched, warbled sound. 'I love yous, love yous forever!'
The creature began kissing him.
'Let go!' Qui-Gon huffed. 'Are you brainless? You almost got us killed!'
The creature looked offended. 'Brainless? I speak!'
'The ability to speak does not make you intelligent!' Qui-Gon was having none of it. 'Now let go of me and get out of here!'
He freed himself from the creature and began to move off, glancing around uneasily as the high-pitched buzz of STAP's sounded in the distance.
The creature hesitated, then began trailing after him. 'No, no, me stay wit you! Me stay! Jar Jar be loyal, humble Gungan servant. Be yous friend, me.'
The Jedi Master barely glanced at him, watching the shadows, searching now for Obi-Wan. 'Thanks, but that won't be necessary. Better be off with you.'
