She decides to go out.

Later that night, Padme decided to go out and see what the planet was like for herself first hand.

As she walked around Mos Espa, she did not see the black probe droid circle around her and follow her.

Darth Maul sat in his ship monitoring the information relayed to him from his probe droids. Something caught his eye and he ran his hands over the panel and peered into the view screen. The image of Amidala walking out of a junk shop filled the screen. From the data he knew she was from Naboo. Since it was unlikely anyone else from Naboo would be on this desolate planet, she was probably with the queen’s party.

His prey was close at hand. He looked closer at Amidala. She was young and very attractive. Her brown hair was pulled into a bun on the top of her head. She wore the clothes of a peasant girl, but the loose outfit could not hide the curves of her body. From experience, he could tell that she was a completely mature female. Nice. Very nice. He smiled. This might be more fun than he had anticipated. He sent the probe droid to survey the area. He would find the ideal area to trap his quarry.

It was now dark and the streets were almost empty. Amidala suddenly realized that she had lost track of time in her search for an alternative solution. She walked down a dark alley back toward Jabba's Palace. A dark hooded figure appeared in front of her and walked with an air of aggressive confidence toward her. He exuded an almost palpable aura of evil. She looked around and realized the alley was otherwise deserted. She started to turn when he called out.

“Stop.” She unwillingly stopped at the command even though her mind was screaming at her to run.

Darth Maul stalked up to her until he was standing directly in front of her. Amidala was no stranger to fear, but years of training had enabled her to maintain an outwardly appearance of calm, no matter the situation. She looked up at the hooded man and could see his yellow eyes gleaming intensely at her. She shivered involuntarily. Such intensity. Such anger. Such malice.

“What is it you wish?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even and steady.

“Where is your queen?” Darth Maul demanded with his **** enhanced query.

Amidala tried to feign ignorance to his question but when she opened her mouth she answered, “The queen is here.”

“I know she is here, but I want to know exactly where she is.”

Amidala answered again against her will, “She is here.”

Darth Maul was not pleased with the answer he was getting from the queen’s handmaiden. She was obviously not very bright. He grabbed her chin in one hand and with a painful iron grip pulled her face close to his.

“Do not mock me. You would do well to tell me what I want to know. I will ask one more time. Tell me exactly where is Queen Amidala?”

The queen realized that whoever this was was using some type of mind control to get answers from her. He also didn’t realize that it was working and that she was telling the truth.

“She is here.”