Back to the ship

On her way out, Padme borrowed a transport from Jabba. R2 was her pilot and together, they flew from the desert of Tatooine to orbit where her ship is.

Or was. It was gone. The Venator that brought her here was now in pieces that orbited the planet. She could see dead clones floating in space, armor black and charred from the attack. Padme had recognized one of them as the men who escorted her down. She was now scared, perhaps the separatists knew she was there.

“Artoo, go back to the surface. NOW!” Padme ordered.

They sped towards the surface and flew at low altitudes for a while. Padme knew she needed to find a place to lay low.

“Take us to Mos Eisley spaceport.”

R2 touched the ship down in one of the ports and Padme exited. She desperately tried to keep the lashaa strips covering her womanhood from flailing in the wind. Her gold bra was still held firmly in place. R2 followed Padme but she stopped him.

“Stay with the ship, R2. I’m gonna try and get some help.”

Where will the nearly naked senator go? Will she run into trouble? Or will she find a way to get there?