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even, save for the tightly braided pigtail that hung over his right shoulder.
    Qui-Gon was staring out the viewport at the interior of the Trade Federation battleship when he spoke again. “Why Naboo, do you think, my young apprentice? Why blockade this particular planet, when there are so many to choose from, most larger and more likely to feel the effects of such an action?”
    Obi-Wan said nothing. Naboo was indeed an odd choice for an action of this sort, a planet at the edge of the galaxy, not particularly important in the scheme of things. Its ruler, Amidala, was something of an unknown. New to the throne, she had only been Queen a few months before the blockade had begun. She was young, but it was rumored she was prodigiously talented and extremely well trained. It was said she could hold her own with anyone in a political arena. It was said she could be circumspect or bold when necessary, and was wise beyond her years.
    The Jedi had been shown a hologram of Amidala before they left Coruscant. The Queen favored theatrical paint and ornate dress, cloaking herself in trappings and makeup that disguised her true appearance while lending her an aura of both splendor and beauty. She was a chameleon of sorts, masking herself to the world at largeand finding companionship almost exclusively with a cadre of handmaidens who were always with her.
    Qui-Gon hesitated a moment longer, thinking the matter through, then said to Obi-Wan, “Come, let’s be off.”
    They passed downward through the bowels of the ship to the main hatch, waited for the light to turn green, and released the locking bar so that the ramp could lower. Raising their hoods to help conceal their faces, they stepped out into the light.
    A protocol droid named TC-14 was waiting to escort them to their meeting. The droid took them from the bay down a series of hallways to an empty conference room and motioned them inside.
    “I hope your honored sirs will be comfortable here.” The tinny voice reverberated inside the metal shell. “My master will be with you shortly.”
    The droid turned and went out, closing the door softly behind. Qui-Gon watched it go, glanced briefly at the exotic, birdlike creatures caged near the door, then moved to join Obi-Wan at a broad window that looked out through the maze of Federation battleships to where the lush green sphere of Naboo hung resplendent against the dark sky.
    “I have a bad feeling about this,” Obi-Wan said after a moment’s contemplation of the planet.
    Qui-Gon shook his head. “I don’t sense anything.”
    Obi-Wan nodded. “It’s not about here, Master. It’s not about this mission. It’s something … elsewhere. Something elusive …”
    The older Jedi put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “Don’t center on your anxiety, Obi-Wan. Keep your concentration on the here and now, where it belongs.”
    “Master Yoda says I should be mindful of the future—”
    “But not at the expense of the present.” Qui-Gon waited until his young apprentice was looking at him. “Be mindful of the living Force, my young Padawan.”
    To his credit, Obi-Wan managed a small smile. “Yes, Master.” He looked out the viewport again, eyes distant. “How do you think the viceroy will deal with the supreme chancellor’s demands?”
    Qui-Gon gave an easy shrug. “These people are cowards. They will not be hard to persuade. The negotiations will be short.”
    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