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❝𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺? ❞

❝𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘨𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭? ❞

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❝𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 we land the Federation will arrest you, ❞ Panaka told me as I regally sat on the throne in the Queen's whitewashed chambers, discussing my plan while my handmaidens and my sister stood behind my throne, Captain Panaka in front of me, and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan listening in the back of the sleek room. I had also asked Jar Jar to specifically intervene on this meeting as well, for support when I told everyone of my plan to recruit and make peace with the Gungans. He stood next to Qui-Gon and Ob-Wan in the back. "They will force you to sign the treaty."

"I agree..." Qui-Gon piped up from the back of the room, making his way to stand in the front with Panaka to address my tall stature head on. I folded my hands even tighter in my lap. "I'm not sure what you want to accomplish by this."

I decided to answer impulsively, even though it was true when I answered, "I wish to take back what is ours." By involving the Gungans, it was very possible that peace would be brought between us and we would be successful, resulting in a double victory.

"There are too few of us, your Highness," Panaka proclaimed, shaking his head at what he thought was a stupid decision, "we have no army, and I couldn't stand to see you hurt."

"And I can only protect you," Qui-Gon imputed from next to the copper skinned Captain, "I can't fight a war for you, as much as I want to shield you from harm's way."

I thought about both of their statements before setting my plan of peace and victory over the Trade Federation into motion.

We would win this.

"Jar Jar Binks!" I called out, causing the Gungan to become understandably confused as to why I was asking for him. The others in the room seemed to be confused as well.

"Mesa, your Highness?" The silly Gungan pointed at himself as he bumbled around.

I nodded once and simply replied, "Yes. I need your help."

And with that, the ship continued to glide through the stars and closer to Naboo, my home, where the final battle would commence.

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❝ 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 the Queen's idea will work? ❞ The young Padawan teenage boy asked his Master in the middle of the Gungan swamp, where their city lay deep in the water, never to be found by the Naboo civilization.

The Gungan swamp, like many landmarks on Naboo, was very green, and had numerous lush plants and trees of all kinds scattered around in the airy mist.

No wonder everyone wanted to come to Naboo when they retired.

Qui-Gon seemed faraway as he wistfully replied, with a far off look in his eyes and his gaze directed towards Jar Jar, who was diving into the lake, "The Gungans will not be easily swayed, and we cannot use our power to help her. But somehow, I have a feeling that the Queen will work things out. She is a very smart leader, after all, my young apprentice."

Obi-Wan nodded at his Master, and continued to look at the spot that Jar Jar once was, no longer there after having jumped into one of the many clear blue lakes that Naboo held.

That lake, was indeed very special, and held the key to freedom and victory for Naboo.

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𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘 out of the cool water, was a dripping, visibly confused Jar Jar Binks.

"Dare-sa nobody dare," Jar Jar exclaimed, raising his arms cartoonishly, very much confused on where his people had gone. Clarissé Amidala, who had switched with her decoy as they were flying into the lavish Naboo and was relieved to get off all that makeup and jewelry, tilted her head at his prospect, slightly confused on what Jar Jar was talking about. "Da Gungan city is diserted. Some kinda fight, mesa thinks."

Clarissé Amidala quickly started to panic at that revelation, as if the Trade Federation got to the Gungans before she did, all hope would be lost, as the Gungans being attacked and weakened would have the Queen's plan fail immediately.

"Do you know where they are, Jar Jar?" The disguised Queen asked in a fast paced question, needing to know where the Gungans were so she could make peace.

Jar Jar thought about it for a minute before turning back to the anxious little girl, who had started to clench her teeth together and fiddle with one of her double braids, occasionally reaching up to play with her fluffy bangs.

"When in trouble, Gungans go to sacred place. Mesa show you. C'mon, mesa show you." And with that, the Gungan skipped off to wherever this sacred place is, leading an unsure Clarissé Naberrie as she quickly followed him into the foliage, and into the unknown.

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐑 had said a 'sacred place', Clarissé Amidala wasn't so sure as what to think, but as she entered the massive clearing, she understood what Jar Jar meant when he had told her earlier in their journey about how big the Gungan civilization was.

Deep in a misty, windy clearing in the middle of the Nubian swamps, was an upturned large oak tree that many creatures like the Gungans would consider to be a sacred and safe place. The roots were gigantic and still intact, causing one to have to climb over them to get across.

And that's exactly where the Gungans were, all scattered around this giant tree, in which their leader in his ruby red robes, Boss Nass, stood proudly on the upturned tree, but quickly turned defensive as he saw outsiders, human outsiders, enter his obviously claimed territory.

Queen Amidala, otherwise known as Indirá Quailer and the decoy queen, led the large group of people up to the upturned tree and the Gungan civilization. Her hair was pinned up into the shape of an M, and she wore a long sleeved black and red dress, the pattern turning into intricate strips.

The real Queen Amidala, Clarissé Naberrie, wore what the rest of the handmaidens and her sister wore: A velvet maroon cloak without a hood, a pair of dark trousers, and thick black combat boots for the fight that was surely ahead of them all. A beige belt strapped itself along her torso, a handy silver blaster hanging down from it.

"Your Honor," Captain Tarpals, the older Commanding Captain of the Gungan army, announced as he gestured towards the fake queen, "Queen Amidala of the Naboo."

Indirá timidly took a large step forward as Jar Jar, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, meekly greeted, "Ah, ello dare, ye big Boss Nass, you Honor."

The massive Gungan noticed the one Gungan who had given the leader of the Gungans more trouble than it was worth, and the frog like creature growled at Jar Jar, bellowing in his deep, loud baritone voice, "Jar Jar Binks, who's da uss-en others?" The leader felt slightly betrayed at one of his own for leading outsiders into his sacred place.

Indirá made her presence very much known by announcing, "I am Queen Amidala of the Naboo... I come before you in peace."

"Ah," the giant Gungan exclaimed, clearly not liking the fact that her Royal Highness was from Naboo. "Naboo biggen. Yousa bringen da Mackineeks... Yousa bombbad."

Indirá tried not to let that non-assuring comment break her resolve, but she could feel it slowly weakening.

The Gungans were clearly intimidated by the outsiders, and their leader's words sent them into a defensive frenzy, in which they charged up their lavender electrical spears to life, causing the outsiders to tense up, including Clarissé Amidala.

In an effort to lift her front back up, not wanting to upset her real Queen, (who was deep in thought at the Gungan's response, her eyebrows bunched together cutely as she thought long and hard about what this meant and how to make it better) Indirá reassured, "We have searched you out because we wish to form an alliance —"

"Your Honor."

Everyone one, especially Anakin Skywalker (who stood with the Jedi), Jar Jar Binks, Indirá Quailer, and Padmé Naberrie, raised their eyebrows and looked at Clarissé Naberrie, the curious little brunette, walking toward the Gungan ruler, a determined glint in her breathtaking eyes.

"Whosa dis?" The Gungan leader asked, gesturing towards the little girl he saw in front of him.

What is someone like her doing in front of me?

Clarissé Amidala took a deep breath, pausing to pray to the Force that her handmaidens and sister would forgive her for giving up her identity, even though she believed it would get the Gungans to trust her more hastily.

Forgive me, Paddy, Panny, Indy . . .

And in a strong, confident voice, with her head held high, and a very confused Anakin Skywalker behind her, the hidden queen proudly proclaimed, "I am Queen Amidala."

Needless to say, gasps sounded out around the crowd, mainly coming from Jar Jar's fat mouth, who was shocked that the kind little girl he had considered to be his friend was actually the Queen of his planet, and Anakin, who's brows arched so far into his hairline, they were practically missing amongst the blonde mop. His ocean eyes were wide and completely surprised, utterly caught off guard with this information.

Clarissé Naberrie wasn't who she said she was. She had told Anakin that she was the most trusted handmaiden to the Queen.

Much to Anakin's shock and confusion, it turned out that Clarissé was actually the Queen, the leader of her own planet.

It should have scared off Anakin Skywalker, but it only made him admire her even more.

Clarissé Amidala Naberrie seemed to get more perfect every time the young Skywalker learned something new about her.

Strangely enough, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan didn't look phased at all.

In fact; they were smiling, as if they had known along.

Qui-Gon specifically knew when he and the Queen had that conversation on their way to Tatooine, knowing that there was more to her than what met the eye.

Obi-Wan had a similar feeling when he met her on their way to Coruscant, somehow knowing deep down that the little brunette was special.

The newly established queen looked back behind her at her faithful decoy with a small smile plastered onto her pretty, youthful face as she attempted to explain, "This is my decoy... my protection... my loyal bodyguard."

Once again, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon gave each other a knowing look with identical smirks on their faces.

Clarissé Amidala turned back to the Gungan leader as she continued strongly, "I am sorry for my deception, but it was necessary to protect myself from traitors secretly loyal and working for the Trade Federation, in fear that they would turn me in."

The little girl stared at the Gungan ruler, her voice taking on a professional and elegant tone as she compromised, "Although we do not always agree, your Honor, our two great societies have always lived in peace."

Her voice fully turned into a soft, comforting tone as she pleaded with the immensely sized Gungan with her big, curious eyes, further attempting to convince the Gungans by continuing, "The Trade Federation has destroyed all that we have worked so hard to build. If we do not act quickly, all will be lost forever. I ask you to help us..." But Clarissé soon realized that asking wouldn't be enough, and she instead decided to drop down gracefully to her knees, bowing towards the Gungan leader with her head up and in total submission to Naboo's lifeline, the Gungans.

Unlike Senator Sheev Palpatine, Clarissé didn't have any trouble begging and pleading to someone else.

If it meant that her people, the Gungans, friends, family, and the whole of Naboo would be safe, she didn't mind one bit.

"No, I beg you to help us. We are your humble servants, and our fate is in your hands, your Honor," Clarissé fully said as everyone led by the newly discovered Queen's example and followed her lead, bowing down to their knees towards Boss Nass. Everyone in the Gungans clearing, including the Gungans themselves, seemed to trust the young brunette ruler with everything they had.

After a few seconds of this submissive bowing, the Gungan leader began to laugh obnoxiously at their attempts of making peace, making the young Amidala severely worried at what was happening.

Did he not accept the offer? What if he doesn't? I bet you didn't think about that, Clarie.

After Boss Nass got out his contradicting chuckles, he composed himself and asked, "Yousa no tinken yousa greater den da Gungans!"

He paused for a moment, before smirking slyly and slurring, "Mesa like yousa." He directed it toward Clarissé who slowly started to wipe away the confused frown on her pretty face, instead replacing it with a bright smile.

She did it. She really did it.

She was going to win this war for Naboo.

"Maybe wesa bein friends." And with that, the massive Gungan shook his head vigorously, a Gungan sign of saying yes to an offer, while also drawing saliva all over the face.

And with that, everyone, especially Clarissé, the two Jedi present, Padmé, Jar Jar, the handmaidens, and Anakin, cheered as loudly as they could without being detected by the nearby Trade Federation.

Clarissé laughed heartily as Boss Nass sent her a warm grin in response, clearly accepting her olive branch of peace.

The young Queen of Naboo felt as if she was in a dream, slowly being moved along as she felt her sister hug her tightly and say something about how proud she was of her. The three handmaidens also jumped at the young Naberrie, squeezing her tightly into oblivion, with Anakin standing close by with a dreamy look on his face (surely thinking about how amazing Clarissé Amidala Naberrie was and how badly he wanted to congratulate her, but she was always getting pulled off elsewhere by someone else in the crowd, never sticking around to one spot for Anakin to start up a conversation with her, and oh, how he longed to hug her and whisper sweet things into her ear) as Qui-Gon watched on proudly at the young girl, greatly impressed by her peace making skills, but also thinking about how truly special she was.

To Naboo, and to the galaxy.

Captain Panaka also rushed forward to hug the younger girl he considered to be a little sister or daughter, also telling her how greatly proud he was, and how much of an amazing young woman she already was becoming (even though she was only nine).

Clarissé Amidala Naberrie had extended an olive branch of peace and hope, and her neighbors had accepted, forming an alliance that was sure to last for a lifetime.

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𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 and her group of misfits were ecstatic at the prospect of creating an alliance with the Gungans to become a stronger unit, one person in particular was not happy in the slightest as he appeared as a hologram in front of the shivering Nute Gunray, who never liked to receive messages from his employer, the one and only, Darth Sidious.

"We've sent out patrols," the shaking Viceroy of the Trade Federation reported, not liking Sidious's eyes on his terrified form as Darth Maul, who had just returned from Tatooine, and Rune, Nute's right hand man, stood next to the horrified alien. "We've already located their starship in the swamp... it won't be long, my Lord, until we find the Queen and force her to complete the treaty."

Darth Sidious snarled slightly at the fact that they still hadn't made any progress in finding their missing Queen before saying in deep thought, "This is an unexpected move for her Majesty, though she has always been an unpredictable girl. It's too aggressive for her usual peaceful and civilized approach to the situations she faces. Darth Maul, be mindful of her whereabouts. Let the Queen make the first move."

Darth Maul subjectivity nodded, reciting a submissive, "Yes, my Master."

And with that, the transmission was shut off, and Darth Maul swept off into the night, looking for the lovely Queen Amidala, and her unsuspecting position as Nute and Rune quickly scurried back into the dark Nubian palace, a lot gloomier without its rightful female ruler in its halls.

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A/N: Hey guys! Here's another chapter that I wrote in literally one day! It was still so much fun to write though. One of my favorite chapters, and we officially only have about three or four chapters left! Oh no, time is slipping away simply too quickly. On another note, I'm actually rereading one of my favorite historical fiction novels, The Book Thief, which is remarkable in every way possible. A book review will definitely be coming for that. I don't know what it is these days, but it feels like all I want to do is write. I don't know, man. My brain's weird like that.

For the fun fact of the day: If Clarissé had an actual, established birthday in our boring, real world, it would be on October 6th at exactly 11:13 AM. Don't ask me why, I don't know. It's close to my birthday (which is October 17th) so I thought, "why not?"

And that's all my loves! I hope you had a fun time, and I'll hopefully see you guys next time, or, in other words, next Monday or Tuesday.

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