Deliberation, Determination, Defiance

Jar Jar was both ecstatic and annoyed, first was because even if he died he did not have to do his life up to the point of meeting the Jedi over again, the latter was every time he messed up he was greeted by a yelling Jedi that tacked him. Binks was sure that even with how odd an occurrence his life had been as of late, surely none else had to deal with anything like that.

Jar Jar had tried everything, trying to explain, pleading with reason, even hysterically begging on his knees... but each time, if he survived the part where the two Jedi met up, they always tried to leave him, and in doing so left him wide open to be picked up by the patrolling droids no matter what the Gungan did. He had spent hours running from the relentless metal death machines each time the Jedi left him to fend for himself trying to remember how it went the first time, but the hazy memories of decades, maybe even centuries ago if you added everything up made such a job quite a task. After many fruitless repeats of trying to recall what happened, all he could come up with was that at the time he was still a bit immature, clumsy, and not that well spoken. This time in his repeating life he had retained a bit of the decades of lessons that politics had hammered into him, so even though he had backslid to a point that even the more generous of senators would have winced at his mannerisms, they were a far cry better then his first time around.

It could not be that simple, could it?

Could it just be that Binks had to act like his clueless, klutz, of his original young self? He heard the incoming buzz of the droids as they found him, and with a calming breath he steadied himself for another go, perhaps this time if he played up how hopeless he was without the Jedi they might take pity on him? Couldn't be worse then everything else he tried. With a calm determination Jar Jar opened his eyes and calmly stared down the approaching droids, ready to give then next try his best shot.

Bring it on.