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As the delegation made its way into the heart of Jabba's palace, Sio Bibble drew close to Padmé. He looked fearfully towards the path ahead and whispered to the young queen.

"Take care, milady. There are going to be sights in this palace far worse than anything you can possibly imagine."

Padmé smiled at his warning, wondering how the old aristocrat would react to the sight of she and her handmaidens devouring each other's pussies. Probably he'd have a heart attack.

"I don't know..." Padmé mused. "I can imagine quite a bit..."

Sio Bibble's eyes widened at her statement, but before he could reply, they descended the stairs and were in the presence of Jabba the Hutt himself.

Padmé had chosen not to use Sabé as a decoy, despite the obvious dangers of seeking mediation from a Hutt. Captain Panaka nearly had a conniption over it and even more so at having been left behind on Naboo. But with an invasion still a possibility, she had wanted her chief of security home, to guard against the droid threat. Now suddenly, as the myriad of alien gangsters, petty criminals, and bounty hunters all eyed she and her party, she wished very much for the disguise of a handmaiden, and Panaka's blaster at her side.

Qui-Gon walked into the center of the court and bowed before the mighty Jabba as the majordomo whispered in his slug-like master's ear.

"STATE YOUR BUSINESS." Jabba bellowed.

"Mighty Jabba, we seek your wisdom and ask your indulgence." Qui-Gon explained. "A financial dispute of massive proportions brings the Naboo and the Trade Federation to your great court, seeking mediation."

"HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO." Jabba laughed disdainfully. Padmé felt her blood chill at the cruelty behind the huge slug's mirth. "I AM TO CLEAN THE MESS OF A JEDI."

Qui-Gon nodded, undisturbed by the insult. Clearly, the Trade Federation was flooding the holo-net with his image.

"Indeed, I have made a complicated situation worse." He conceded. "We come before you in the hopes your wisdom will succeed where mine has failed."

"WHAT IS IN IT FOR ME?" Jabba asked, all eyes in the court looking to the massive gangster. "I DON'T MEDIATE FOR THE REPUBLIC."

"Mighty Jabba!" Padmé implored, seizing the moment as she stepped to Qui-Gon's side. "We ask only that you mediate our dispute as you would any other. If you can help bring about an end to our quarrel I can promise you the eternal devotion of my people. I beg you..." she implored, taking a knee on the dirty floor. "To treat both us, and the Trade Federation with the even-handedness your people are renowned for throughout the galaxy."

Padmé continued to kneel before Jabba for an agonizing few seconds before his voice filled the room.

"HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO." He laughed. "NEVER HAVE I REFUSED SO ELOQUENT A PLEA FROM SO BEAUTIFUL A FEMALE."

As Jabba licked his lips and gazed down at Padmé with what was unmistakable lust, she shivered at the thought of being any closer to the creature.

"SHOW OUR GUESTS TO THEIR NEW QUARTERS." Jabba instructed. "I WILL MEDIATE THIS DISPUTE."