Ask Naboo Somebody Think of the Gungans

[Felix Targrin]

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The city of Keren in Naboo was at boiling point. Protests lined several high traffic areas of the city as gungans marched in the pursuit of equality and a demands to be treated the same as their surface dwelling counterparts. Despite forming the peace during the clone wars decades of complacency and relative peace meant the old rivalries and misgivings were beginning to reemerge. Keren being the epicenter thanks in part to a shocking story of a gungan being brutally assaulted by a squad of police officers. The local government's inadequate and slow response to the event along with the mayor's failure to condemn or offer a substantial opinion only helped cement the feelings that many had. With active protest and fears that it could devolve into a riot, a minister from the Royal house of Naboo volunteered to head from Theed to keren to rectify the situation. Today would be the day that they arrived to meet with members of the city government, as well as the leaders and organizers of the Gungan protests.

Everyone this morning seemed to be filled to the brim with tension. Except for one man skipping across the streets, earbuds blaring a symphony of amplified instruments. That was Jedi knight Felix Targrin. Felix had been sent to Naboo a few days earlier to Keren on behalf of the Jedi order. The knight being given the task to investigate and ascertain the situation on Keren, upon the arrival of the minister he would report his findings and try to aid the two parties in reaching an agreement. Felix however understood what the true end game was: Keep the peace. It was never said but it was always understood. That was the Jedi way, maintain the peace and allow change to prosper under it.

So the days he spent talking to locals both of the human and Gungan variety and even trying to track down and investigate various incidents. It was tiring and even worse excruciatingly boring at times but it unearthed a rather unnerving fact. It wasn't just Gungans being attacked by authorities or humans. There were also several accounts of humans being attacked and tracked down by Gungans. It was clear among the people he interviewed that there was a fear apparent inside them. It got ignored in the press and waves of protest which were naturally more focused on the Gungan side and perspective. It seemed like a organized group was using this as a means to finally retaliate. He even found a name for the group: The Black Tendril. Knowing how high profile this event was Felix was paranoid that something bad was going to happen. In fact his carefree demeanor was merely a way to hide the fact that deep down the knight was terrified.

It was his first major assignment in awhile, handling a rather delicate situation that could end in a mass riot, and there were likely forces at play that would see to it make that a reality. Add up all those factors and you had a recipe for stress. So Felix made his way to the landing pad 30 minutes before the minister was set to arrive. He was trying his hardest to concentrate and make sure everything was all tip top. Not one stone was unturned, every nook checked and cranny inspected. Nothing seemed amiss so far. A crowd was beginning to form including the welcoming committee ready to great and take the minister to the building that the meeting would take place. Felix was now open himself up to the force trying feel the emotions of the crowd only to no avail as the mixture of emotions made it hard to tell if anyone had any premeditated feelings. His could only dart and his heart could only race until finally the ship came into view and landed.

By the force please let there be nothing to kark this up.

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[Nakira Sinvala]

The chrome-plated cruiser glid through the sky, met by a wall of fog as it re-entered Naboo its atmosphere. Keren was located on the other side of the planet; surrounded by swamps and vast seas. It was a vastly different landscape from the rolling hills and grasslands of Theed, which made many of the Royal Guards uneasy. The growing tension between the Gungans and the humans on this side of the planet made this a dangerous endeavor, especially since the terrain favored the Gungans.

Nakira glanced at the minister. A woman in her late 20s, perhaps early in her 30s, going by the name of Tenara Narde. She was intelligent, beautiful and ambitious, like many of the Royals and politicians she had met in Theed so far. It reminded her of home, with the exception being that the politics here were largely dominated by males. Not that it bothered her; she lacked the 'Women are superior' mindset of many of her Hapan sisters. Her glance, which had turned into a stare, was noticed by the minister. "Are you nervous?" She asked with a slight smile. It had been the minister herself who, upon the Padawan's arrival, had asked Nakira to accompany her. Apparently the myths and legends revolving around the Jedi Order were present here as well; since Tenara was far less tense with the Padawan around. It worked in Nakira's favor as well, for she knew that the Knight she had been assigned to was somewhere in Keren already. It made her wonder if he knew that she was coming, and if the council notified him at all.

While she had traded her Jedi robes for something a little more formal, she did not stand out among the passengers of the Royal cruiser. Many of the servants wore brightly colored and well decorated robes, while the other authorities present were clad in fancy dresses or suits, with jewelry of high value. It made her once again realize that the upper class of society cared only about their appearance. They didn't even seem tense or worried, unlike the Royal guard.

"A little. I had little time to prepare and I missed the briefing. I don't know what you expect of me, Lady Narde." she flashed the minister a smile in return. One of the Royal guards approached the minister shortly after, notifying her and her servants that they were going to land in a couple of minutes. Nakira took a deep breath, as she felt the adrenaline starting to flow through her.

The landing was smooth; the spacecraft only shook a little as it touched down on the landing pad. The landing pad was a floating platform above the water, connected to the city with a retractable bridge. It was the kind of construction that could be built in a couple of days, depending on the urgency of the situation.

Nakira descended the ramp on the minister's left. The first thing she noticed was the decently sized; almost large crowd that was their welcoming committee. Her heart pounded in her chest; the amalgamation of emotions that was the crowd made it hard to discern whether anyone with ill intent was among them. But instead of the crowd, Nakira's attention shifted to the spacecraft behind her. It began as an annoying itch, but transformed in a sharp pain that filled the back of her mind; as the Force cried out a warning. As the last few members of the minister's entourage exited the craft, Nakira burst into the motion; pushing herself and the minister against the ground the minute she felt the scorching heat creep up on her.

With an eardrum shattering explosion, the engines of the craft exploded. Debris flew over their heads tearing through the crowd, as Nakira shielded the minister with her own body. Smoke filled the air, as the bodies of those who stood to close were lit on fire. The remainders of the horribly disfigured bodies flew through the air and the crowd panicked. All, except for a small group of Gungans in red warpaint, who moved forward; out in the open to finish the job.

Nakira coughed, her eyes red and swollen because of the smoke and heat. Most of the guard were taken out, and the only one who stood directly between the minister and the assassins in this field of death and fire, was her. Any of the Royal guards who tried to close in and form a perimeter around the minister were swiftly taken out by the blue energy balls, launched by the Gungans. Nakira reached for the hilt of her lightsaber hidden in her sleeve, as she kept shielding the distraught minister. If it would come down to this; the Padawan would give her life to protect the minister.

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[Felix Targrin]

Nothing stood out so far and well that just made Felix worry more and more. It was better to find something than to find nothing at all. Felix now made his way to the local politicians and security forces that would be receiving the minister. Terana Narade was her name and well Felix didn't really have much of an opinion. Truth be told politicians weren't a favored class in Felix's eyes. They tended to put there fingers in the air and follow whatever the path to reelection was. Maybe that was just some old bitterness from the fact that it was the actions of politicians that resulted in the shut down of his family's clinic. Old feelings... That's what this moment of strife was about and well maybe it was best to just let go. Still paranoia resounded through the Jedi's core now that his mind snapped back to the matter at hand.

"You sure you haven't found anything?" The police commissioner seemed to scoff at the notion. Truth was that while the name Jedi may resonate for some it was dead to a lot of people as well. "Our men have double and triple checked the area. Now I already did enough just allowing you to be here, I don't need some nobody telling me how the kark to do my job." Felix understood that he already struck a nerve and bringing anything up would just trigger a defense mechanism and not do anything.

So instead as the transport ship glided into view Felix instead reserved to opening up his senses to the force. His ears picking up and isolating it's focus on various frequency ranges. The craft touched down and the envoys and personal were stepping out. His heart was trying it's damnedest to shoot out of his chest and every nerve in his body was telling him something was about to happen. As his mind processed the roar and cacophony of noise there was suddenly out of nowhere a sound that stood out from the noise floor. A distinctive click. Felix threw himself in front of the commissioner and suddenly yelled to the group. His brain and instincts telling him to prep a barrier.

"Get down!"​

A loud explosion came from the craft as the engines erupted into balls of fire. Shrapnel was thrown about and screaming was now everywhere. As the explosion went off a horizontal blue shimmering field would try to extend as wide as the Jedi muster. Felix was straining as it felt like he was ripping his mind in two along with his body doing so and he could keep the barrier up for a few seconds. The barrier managing to protect a sizable amount of the crowd from the shrapnel kicked up by the explosion. Still it couldn't save everyone. Felix dropped the barrier as he had to kneel to keep himself from falling over as he regained his senses. He looked around and saw that the minister was alive and a woman roughly his age was standing her ground as a swarm of armed Gungans began to encroach them. Another thing came to his sense. The smell of burning flesh. Sadly this wasn't the first time That awful stench assaulted him. The last time he remembered freezing as the memory and agony were burnt into the nerve tissue of his brain. Though that time he wasn't a Jedi, he was still a kid and this time he was going to act.

Felix got up and readied his stun baton. Noticing in his field of vision that the commissioner had frozen in horror and shock both at the explosion and at Felix himself. "I'll handle the minister now quit gawking and do your karking job!" He snapped at him which seemed to knock the commissioner out of his stammer. Before he could reply the knight used a burst of Force speed to cross ten meters and was within five meters of the gungan attackers. There were 5 surrounding the minister and the lone padawan at the moment in a half circle formation. Now sprinting towards the back of one of the attackers Felix begun his attack.

"Oi! Suzzie!" Felix said just before committing to a downward swing that impact the Gungan's right leg. The gungan wouldn't have time to get his leg out of the way but would have time to begin rotate his body which provided momentum to upset his balance as he leg locked solid. He would begin to fall over as Felix then performed a upward swing that knock the guy in the head sending him unconscious.

The rest of the attackers would suddenly have to divide their attention between the padawan guarding their target and the knight behind them. It wouldn't be easy though. Felix knew he just got a freebie with that first Gungan and that the rest would put up a much more spirited fight. Still four on two... Those were good odds right?

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[Nakira Sinvala]

She hadn't even fully recovered from the explosion yet, when the Gungan warriors moved in for the kill. The Jedi Padawan heard nothing but muffled ringing and her body was still lightly trembling from the shock. Despite being trained to act in these situations specifically, one was never truly ready.

The black smoke originating from the burning corpses and debris around them made it hard to tell where the Gungans were coming from. She saw movement, blasterfire and blue orbs flying through the smoke, but no assassin or terrorist had tried to approach them yet. Nakira kept the minister low, cautiously pressing her against the landing pad as the Padawan shielded her with her own body. She wouldn't forgive herself if the minister was harmed due to stray projectiles or by inhaling the smoke.

Nakira kept her eye trained on the projectiles, ready to intercept any at a moment's notice. But something didn't make sense. How had these terrorists been able to plant a bomb on the cruiser? Everything had gone according to their plan so far, except for her interference. But that didn't matter to the Gungans. They were here with a reason; to finish the job. The explosion was never meant to take Tenara's life, no, she had to die by the hands of a Gungan warrior. She was certain of it.

Suddenly a single Gungan jumped through the smoke. He wielded an electropole, a weapon she recognized from the ceremony's back on Hapes. Nakira rose to her feet and rolled forward, barely evading the Gungan's thrust at her upper body. Blue fire erupted from her right hand as her role ended, creating an afterglow as it moved in an arc that cut the electropole in half. She couldn't hear the surprised cry of the Gungan when her lightsaber was drawn, but she knew it was there. With her free hand, she caught the part of the electropole that she had separated, the tip still pointed at where her upper body had been mere seconds ago. In one swift motion, Nakira spun 180 degrees and pressed the weapon against the Gungan, incapacitating him with the electric shock of his own spear.

Twirling her blue-bladed lightsaber around, the Padawan moved back to shield the minister. She kept her breathing at a minimum, careful not to inhale the smoke. If she passed out or flinched now, the results could be disastrous. There was no telling how many Gungan terrorists were left from her position and her hearing had yet to return.

Nakira jerked her head to right, spotting another figure who tried to reach the minister. This time around, it was a member of the Royal Guard. He was in bad shape, his brown uniform torn and stained with blood. The Jedi jumped to his defense, batting aside a blue orb that came his way with her lightsaber. With his blaster pistol clutched in his hand, the guard knelt down beside the minister, ready to act as the true last line of defense. His swollen red eyes locked with hers, granting the Padawan a small nod. They did not need to exchange words; she know how much that single sign of respect meant. The guards had been skeptical when Tenara had asked the Jedi to accompany her, especially because of the bad reputation they had nowadays. But his facial expression said it all. "Thank you for protecting our minister..."

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[Felix Targrin]

3 Gungan warriors decided to cordon off Felix in order to let one freely get access to the minister. Soon two would begin their war charges armed with vibrospears screaming out a gungan warcry in the process. Flanking Felix from both sides at a 30 degree angle as the third one would ready his Atlatl and in order to throw a booma towards Felix. This one being roughly in size to a hand grenade though a much larger more substantial one the size of a small watermelon sat loosely in a leather pouch affixed to his belt. Felix eyes widened as he saw the ball of plasma get hurl toward him causing him to do a sideways motion with his free hand to generate a force push that would hit the Gungan from his left and deflect the Booma to harmlessly dump it's plasma in the water. The gungan would also lose his Atlatl.

Immediately afterwards Felix would see a pair of spears start to plunge and converge towards his midsection. Sidestepping to the right he would grab hold to the spear of the right Gungan and pull the gungan towards Felix using the leverage to now force his weight on the attacker making him rotate into his accomplice. Though Felix's man focus was on the Gungan he was grappling now. Taking his stun baton Felix would attempt a jab into the grappler's chest The grappling gungan would then retaliate with a strong headbutt that slammed into Felix's forehead. Reeling from the blow Felix had released his grip on the spear only to then feel the brunt of the other Gungan's shoulder slam into his chest.

In that brief moment Felix had missed the fact that the other gungan had successfully avoided being entangled in the grapple. He took advantage of the window the headbutt created to charge Felix. The impact tackled Felix to the ground as he now lied on his back. His eyes opening just enough to see that the Gungan that charge him was now overtop of him his spear raised and now lowering towards felix aiming for his neck. Reflexes kicking in he swing his left hand from his chest outward casing the back of his hand to impact and deflect the spear. The spear would now jab into the steel platform and miss Felix's neck by a few centimeters. The whirring vibrospear would create a racket as it's vibrating tip dug into the metal ground. The Gungan was now temporarily stuck now thanks to his attack failing. Felix would use this opening to slam his baton into the Gungan's exposed neck knocking him out immediately. sliding the unconscious body aside Felix would finally get up and wipe some blood from his mouth looking around he saw the last Gungan with the spear staring at Felix trembling. He could feel it. The doubt, fear for his life and now a fear of the unknown. Felix took a few steps forward and the gungan would back up in kind. Felix got a better look at him when it suddenly occurred to him.

This Gungan was still a teenager near adulthood but still young. Infact a brief glance at the others including the with the spare Booma confirmed that the assassins. weren't grizzled vets but fresh faced kids in a way. To think they were ready to throw away their lives for this. A shame. Still Felix decided to try a different approach.

"You don't want to fight me no more."

"Meesa don' wan' to fit yousa no more"

"You want to drop your weapon and turn yourself in."

"I'msa gonna drop my wep' and turn meesa in." The gungan dropped his weapon as it clattered to the floor.

"You want to talk to your parents who you miss a lot."

"I miss momsa and popsa!"

Gungans, Felix has never seen one race as cursed by their dialect as these amphibians. Still he was relived the mind trick worked... though in reality it felt more like a nudge to where his mind wanted to go than a trick. Felix had to sometimes wonder if the mind trick was the workings of the force or just simple psychology at times. It was nice that he didn't need to fight, he already had to use the force heavily in quick succession and would appreciate the break.

He turned back towards the wreckage and flames and saw the last Gungan stare off at him. Frozen for a few seconds until Felix started walking towards him which only prompted him to remove his Booma from the leather carrying pouch and start sprinting through the wreckage towards the Minister. booma's were designed to be thrown but the Gungan was still holding on to his. It was perplexing for a few moments till the realization hit him. The gungan was attempting a suicide bombing. The knight picked up his pace into a sprint now trying to catch up.

"STOP!" Screamed at the gungan, but it was futile and soon the Padawan protecting the minister would be greeted by the sight of the suicide bomber heading straight for her.

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[Nakira Sinvala]

Finally, the ringing and deafening noise that filled her ears started to fade away. It made place for the sound of crackling fire and the distraught screams that erupted from where the crowd had been before the explosion. The smoke still obscured her vision, but through the Force she could tell that many had suffered injuries from the debris.

Nakira continued to push her consciousness outwards, extending her reach to find the beings with ill intent. She had only been with the order for half a year, but this was a technique she could already effectively utilize.

Her attention was drawn by the source of negative emotion that rapidly came her way. Hate, anger and fear combined, with a dedication to end it once and for all. Nakira's grip tightened around the shaft of the electropole. From his intentions, she could tell that this Gungan was not going to leave any of them alive. Did she have any other choice than to kill him? If she allowed him to get close even slightly within range, all her effort would have been for naught. If the minister died here today, there was no telling how many more would have to lay down their lives. But could she really kill the suicide bomber for the greater good?

The Jedi Padawan closed her eyes, banishing ever noise, smell or distraction from her mind. Focusing on her heartbeat, she centered herself. Her tense muscles relaxed as she shoved her right foot forward and took a stance, ready to throw the electropole. The Force granted her clarity, as the rhythmic pulse of the Living Force moved through her veins, guiding her movement. The only two living beings in the universe were her and the Gungan, who seemed to move in slow-motion.

With all the strength of her upper body, her experience as a specialized soldier and the guidance of the Force, Nakira hurled the spear at the Gungan. The shaft was propelled through air and smoke with the speed of lightning, but the force behind her throw was not of importance. It was her precision, her accuracy that truly mattered.

The electropole grazed the Gungans arm, the electric shock paralyzing his arm on contact. It forced him to drop the booma; safely out of the minister's range. The electropole would continue its trajectory, narrowly missing Felix and hitting a larger piece of debris. It was thrown with such force that the shaft remained stuck in the chrome plate, making it possible to trace its trajectory all the way back to Nakira.

Knowing that the booma would explode the minute it hit ground, Nakira once more summoned the Living Force to her aid. Extinguishing her blue fiery blade, she took a step forward and stretched both her arms out in a pushing motion. The Force complied with her request, sending a wave of telekinetic energy at the Gungan that pushed him back just far enough. The booma exploded, without causing injury to anyone in the vicinity. Nakira dropped to her knees, Nearly collapsing from her extensive use of the Force. She was used to physical strain, but the mental exertion caused by the Force was new to the Padawan.

@Caught in Strangereal

 

[Felix Targrin]

Felix couldn't no wouldn't let this atrocity take place. If the gungan was successful then it would just create a storm of rage and hate that would set the city on fire. A failure like that would have torn Felix asunder. So he ran after the Gungan sprinting with every bit of might his body could manage as the Gungan disappeared into the smoke and flames. Felix was moving in on the Gungan and was saving up any essence of the force for fear of exhausting himself. Sadly though it meant that his pace was maintaining parity with the gungan instead of catching up to him.

Just as he entered the flames he felt an object whoosh by at incredible velocity whistling in the air as it passed. Though it barely registered in his mind. What did was the audible explosion and the flash of blue light. Felix's heart plummeted as his thoughts went to the worse case scenario. As he vision finally clear he saw the receding explosion as it highlighted the silhouette of a gungan standing there not quite processing what just happened. Felix gave him a quick passing bop to the back of his head with the Stun baton. After all that wasn't important to him. What was seeing if their were any survivors.

The plasma died down and he saw the unconscious body of a girl and behind her the Minister still alive and breathing. Near the body of the girl was also a cylindrical object that was unmistakably a lightsaber to the Knight's experienced eyes. Was she a Jedi? He didn't get any word of any other Jedi being sent to Keren. He looked towards the minister, able to now conduct a closer inspection he saw that she was relatively unscathed if a little shaken by the chaos that had erupted all around her. His eyes also noticed a member of the royal guard. He was pale and had his eyes shut and the considerable trail of blood from him confirmed the worse. His body had gone into shock and he was bleeding out if not already dead. A damn shame this all was... a damn shame.

"The attackers are subdued, you should be safe for now. I'll see if I can get her back on her feet." Felix rattled off to the minister before bending down to check on the unconscious padawan. She must of have been exhausted maybe from the using of the force. Felix tenderly lifted her head and grab hold to the back of her head. Closing his eyes he would try to imagine the energy in him moving and flowing through his arm into her head. Rejuvenating the padawan's mental faculties. In his head he pictured a peaceful field with the gentle breezing of the winds, the idyllic peace he fought and stood for. He could feel his mind tire and hope to take that as a sign his efforts were working. He then whispered one phrase to her.

"Wake up"

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[Nakira Sinvala]

Seconds after she had landed on her knees, the world faded to black. She fought the exhaustion, but her hurl had been too much. What exactly had she done? Propelling the spear with such strength, that was not a feat she was normally able to accomplish. Had she perhaps.. enhanced her own strength with the Force? Without fully knowing how?

With the Gungan gone and her energy depleted, it was just her in her 'universe' now. One woman alone, questioning her own actions and beliefs, lacking the strength to get up as the adrenaline seeped out of her body. Until she received a vision. A peaceful field, a gust of wind moving the grass in wavy patterns. The image was accompanied by a whisper. Wake up

Nakira's eyes shot open, waking up to the sight of a messy-looking man standing over her. Half in shock, she tried to comprehend what had happened. Did the remaining Gungans get to the minister? Did back-up arrive in time? She couldn't tell. The Padawan instantly reached for her lightsaber and got up, her movement swift and gracious. Some unknown factor had provided her body with energy again. An unknown factor she traced back to the man in front of her; a beacon of Light in the Force.

The Padawan slightly tilted her head ajar. She had a good idea as to who this man was. Although she had expected him to look quite... differently. "Are you Master Targrin?" It was not how she had expected their first meeting would go. Her usual neat and tidy clothes were a mess, just like her hair. The fragrance of rosemary had been replaced by the scent of smoke; it was not something that would get out of her clothes soon. Yeah, that did frustrate her a little.

"I have been assigned as your Padawan by the Jedi Council." she stated, while she prepared to move away from the wreckage.

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[Felix Targrin]

"Take it easy or you'll pass out again." Felix told the woman as she got brought back to the land of the awakened. Clearly her mind was till registering the last bits of fight or flight. Still though even now after all that had happened she was still trying to put on a air of grace and elegance. Though that wouldn't be the thing that stuck with Felix. No that would be one word that exited her lips.

Master​

The word had stuck out to him, and now was reverberating like mad trying to figure out what it meant. Clearly in her shock she had mistakenly identified him as a master. That had to be it.

"Jedi Knight Felix Targrin, at your service." He said with a bow as he tried to politely correct the Padawan. He projected his voice and made sure that he was also facing Tenara Narde as well so that it could serve as introduction for her as well. He didn't want to give off the wrong impression that he was a master like Oren or anything. Heck! He didn't even have a Padawan he was training yet...

"I have been assigned as your Padawan by the Jedi Council."​

Oh. well then... This couldn't be right, right? There was no way someone had decided to take a relatively fresh knight and think it was a good idea to give him a padawan to train. This had to be a joke. A very funny one the Padawan came up on the way here to lighten the mood... Why was everything about her body language saying she was serious? Oh no she's serious.

"Oh, sorry I must of missed that somewhere, uh right! We can go over that when we clear things with the authorities. Sorry but do you have a name? He was brushing his messy hair trying to get it into something vaguely presentable to no avail. He was not ready for this. Was this how people felt like when they suddenly have children? He didn't feel like he should have been chosen for this and having met in such chaos only confirmed that.

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[Nakira Sinvala]

Nakira flashed him a smile as he seemed visibly uncomfortable and.. surprised, even. Just as she had expected. Flashing him a smile, Nakira briefly caught a glimpse of more guards approaching behind her new master. "Nakira Sinvala. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Master." she responded, performing a small respectful bow as she spoke.

The guards rushed past the two Jedi, coming to the minister's aid. The Padawan kept her focus tightly on the minister and the surrounding guards, probing their minds to the best of her ability. The bomber was most likely still out there, and she feared that all of this was far from over. The plan was too well orchestrated to be thwarted this easily. Even after she made sure that none of the guards were assassins in disguise, she dared not leave the minister's side. Contrary to her expectation, the guards actually allowed her to stay close. Although it was understandable; she had proven herself in this crisis to be a valuable ally.

"Master, did any of the terrorists escape that you know of?" she asked, eyeing what remained of the crowd. Most of the men and women had fled, only to return with holorecorders and datapads to play disaster tourists. The wreckage and landing pad were out of bounds, but that didn't stop some of the more ambitious fellows from trying to get a good angle, only to be pushed back by the authorities.

"I didn't expect the black tendril to be this bold..." she muttered, as she took another glance at the wreckage of the royal transport.

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[Felix Targrin]

Nakira Sinvala. A rather pretty name Felix found and a rare one. However, as pretty the name was and as graceful the etiquette and manners this woman presented was. It didn't stop the fact that the word master grated at the knihgt and caused him to wince and cringe with every usage. This was something that he would have to adjust to. Heck he may never quite adjust to that. Still thankfully the Padawan brought up something that his mind would eagerly devour and that was the question of any escapees.

Felix racked his mind as he tried to remember the calm before the storm. Then he remembered the click that set everything ablaze. Now as he was remembering this he was analyzing the sound, where it came what kind of switch it may have been or what may have been a trigger. His memory wouldn't be ironclad with accuracy but it would serve as a good frame of reference until more concrete evidence could be uncovered. Now he thought about it it came from beyond him and the click was akin to the trigger used for thermal detonators though no the thermal detonator was a self contained unit... besides the explosives the Gungans used were boomas.

"Sadly I cannot give a definitive answer. We'll need to see if any of the attackers had the trigger device for the bomb, but that won't be enough. We'll need to go over footage, interview, get witness accounts... Something that we might be forced to leave to others. Felix rattled off. Though he felt his heart give a little at the thought not being able to contribute or aid with any investigation. Governments tended to be fickle around Jedi and well the general fear around those that wield plasma glow sticks gave them good reason to be wary. He hated telling Nakira that. He joined her in looking at the wreckage. The Naboo made beautiful ships, works of pride, art and function really. This was supposed to be a vessel of understanding and compromise whether or not the people who committed this attack realized that.

No they wanted to force the message into something holy different: We don't want your kind here anymore. Hostile and fear inducing. Something that always had a darkness to it that Felix would want to wash off with whatever the spiritual equivalent of bleach was. That's why he needed to be here, and looking at his new Padawan he realized that he needed to be a beacon for all, her especially.

"Bold it may be we won't let it succeed. Things may be stacked against us but that just means that the light that breaks through will be that much brighter. Now Padawan Sinvala, let's go see what we can do for the people of Naboo besides being the subjects of a dramatic photoshoot." Felix said in earnest ending with a small joke. A bit of gallows humor it may be but sometimes it's what's needed to cope with the moment.

Felix then turned and started to walk towards the minister. She seemed to be now be talking to the guards trying to get a handle on the situation. The royal guards initially noticing the figures moving towards the minister were beginning to ready themselves into a defensive stance before seeing that it was the jedi approaching. Felix tried his best to conjure a friendly face as he stop before the woman as he know had to do the worst part of his job. Appeal to politicians.

"Ms. Narde as Nakira's master and as representative for the Jedi order I wanted to apologize for all that has happened today. I want you to know that we won't stand for such vile acts like this and would be more than willing to work with you and the government of Naboo to the fullest extent so that we can stop a event like this from ever happening again. You have my word."

Felix was internally sweating bullets as he awaited the minister's response.

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[Nakira Sinvala]

"If I knew there was going to be a photoshoot, I would've worn something a little more glamorous." she stated nonchalantly, following behind her master as the two Jedi strolled in the direction of the minister. "Also, feel free to call me Nakira. We'll be working together for quite a long while, after all." she added, her gaze shifting to the minister.

While she had only spent a short time with the minister, she had a good idea of how Tenara would respond to her master's apology. "This was out of your hands, master-Jedi. There is no reason to apologize." she began. The Royal Guard wouldn't allow the Jedi to get close, instead keeping them at a respectable distance. "Given the questionable reputation of your Order, I should have both of you confined as suspects or accomplices." she continued, her voice harsh and authoritative. "But I owe my life to your apprentice. I highly doubt the two of you are here with the intention to bring harm upon my people." This time, her tone was kind. For once, someone actually seemed to trust the Jedi. "Needless to say, my men would still like to interrogate both of you. Therefore, I cannot allow you to stay on Naboo unsupervised. I give you my word that you will be treated with respect, as long as you cooperate."

It was as she expected. They wouldn't be allowed to leave Keren before the perpetrators of the crime were caught. And that could take quite a while.

"If you don't mind me asking, where will we be staying?" The Padawan was a little skeptical of the minister's 'you will have my word'. She was used to politicians lying to civilians back on Hapes and even if she trusted Tenara, she wouldn't fall for it here on Naboo. "In my estate, of course. You have proven yourself once already, master-Jedi. I would feel a lot more safe having both of you nearby." Tenara flashed her a smile again. She was honest, and that made the Hapan feel at ease.

@Caught in Strangereal

 

[Felix Targrin]

With that bit of dry wit coming from caused a small smile to come to be planted on Felix's face. He had a good feeling about this one. Hopefully he would be a worthy teacher for her. Actually that brought on a good point. What would he have to teach Nakira? What did she even know? What were her problem areas? A line of ever flowing questions that demanded to be answered and yet were force to the shelf due to the nature of this day. He wished he met Nakira before all of this but that was the Sabacc hand he was dealt and he would have to make do with it.

He was quiet during Ms. Narde's response as he tried to gauge whether or not she was to be trusted or not. At first it felt like the normal politician spiel. But as it progressed he could tell that there was a great deal of gratitude coming from her and it was clear she meant every word she was saying. Still the fact that they would be forced to be questioned and confined was unfortunate but expected.

Still the query by Nakira and Tenara's response was something else. Staying at the minister's personal estate was both unexpected and welcomed. That said a lot. He was glad that he found someone who could see the Jedi as allies rather than glow stick wielding lunatics. Especially because she subtly turned detention into a escort duty. Felix had so many feeling coursing through him he didn't know just how to express himself. Though what finally did exit his mouth felt so succinct to what was going on in his head. As he returned a smile at the minister that he admittedly found quite attractive, he would utter three simple words.

"As you wish"

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