The younger Jedi.

I went out of the room and by instinct I went towards the engine room. Before entering, I saw the younger Jedi tending to his work on what looked like the hyperdrive generator. I went into the hyperdrive room and instead of greeting him, I asked a plain question.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked in a coy way.

"It's fried," he said disappointingly, "and we need a new one."

"Oh," I said blankly. He then looked up from his work and saw my face, shrouded in shadow by my hood. He smiled and asked for my name.

"Oh, hello, now who are you?"

"I'm Padme. Padme Naberrie, I'm one of the Queen's handmaidens," I told him.

"Nice to meet you Padme, I'm Obi-wan Kenobi," he replied smiling a handsome smile. It was a good thing I had a fresh towel strung over my shoulder, and I offered him it for his sweat-beaded forehead. "Oh, thank you," he said.

Out of sheer curiosity, I asked him detailed questions about what happened in the past few moments. "Now why has the Republic send two Jedi's to negotiate?" I asked.

"I want to know the same thing. I only went on this assignment because I love my mentor, and he wanted me to accompany him on this near-**** learning experience."

I giggled at his small humor. "So you mean, you didn't want to do this mission?"

"Actually I couldn't say no. To say no is to be a coward and have nothing to be proud of."

"How did you get here anyway?" I ventured further in and Obi-wan continued his story and I listened attentively.

From what he could tell me was the time he accepted this mission, he was already half-through a battle against droids. To take him back a few moments, he arrived on the Trade Federation starship on a Republic-class cruiser. A shiny chrone-plated droid escorted them into a meeting room. Obi-wan remembers clearly, that during the time he stood at the window looking out into space, he felt a burdensome feeling of elusiveness. His mentor said it was probably nothing.

All of a sudden, smoke enters the vent and with one quick sniff, they recognize it to be a potent sleeping gas. In a matter of seconds, the room is filled with a smoke and nobody can see anything clearly. The blast door is opened and several droid stand waiting for any hostile ****. The chrome droid from before almost got itself fried with blaster fire. Then two lightsaber activate and a green one and a blue one slice through each and every droid present.

The Jedi, once done take themselves to the main control room where the Trade Federation masterminds are located. With a sudden thrust with his lightsaber, the older Jedi inserts his lightsaber into the door and started melting all through the three blast doors.

All of a sudden they are interrupted by rolling droid called droidekas. Even with lightsaber reflecting blaster fire, the shield on the droidekas absorb the reflected shots. All the Jedi can do is run down the hallway and escape into a ventilation shaft. After much sneaking around and observing shifts, they covertly board a huge dropship. Everything that happened with them and Jar Jar was already told to me.

The storytelling of Obi-wan has made him sleepy. I ask him one more question, "Do you know where I can find your mentor, or master?"