getting back in the saddle

Jar Jar took a deep breath of the crisp, yet the tangy feel of the air flowing through the high-end air-cyclers, the expensive and important part of the luxury ship providing clean air for long voyages for those accustomed to the very best pointed him to be on the senator's transport craft. One of the security guards opened the door leading to the front of the ship where the pilots were and informed the passengers that they were making their final approach to Coruscant. Jar Jar thought quickly, the explosion was highly unlikely to be happenstance, the rigorous maintenance cycles on craft like these to ensure the travel capability of very important people meant that even a single light fixture flickering was taken care of right away, never mind anything that could cause an explosion like that. That meant that it was no accident, someone meant for the ship to explode, what Binks had to figure out was whether the explosion came from within the ship, or was an outside attack. Binks took a breath, it had been a decade since he last repeated himself due to death, and he did not look forward to getting himself back into that mindset.

Jar Jar first had to find out if the attack was from without or within, so putting on a bubble-headed grin he took the lead exiting the craft at a loping run and turning around, a glib phrase on his lips. Binks saw the senatorial group make it to the end of the ship's ramp when the explosion consumed the J-type diplomatic barge. The explosion billowed out from the cargo bay and blasted apart the port engines, followed shortly by the starboard engines going up, Binks forced his eyes wide open to take in as many details as he could. From what he could see, the explosion ripped through the craft as it seemed to tear itself apart. Jar Jar hoped this was a clue as to what caused the ship to explode, and how to prevent it from exploding the next time. Jar Jar felt his body fall to its knees, the injuries from flying shrapnel taking its tool, as the disguised senator ripped off her flight helmet, racing from where she parked one of the escort fighters to help the injured from the exploded ship. Jar Jar felt his eyes close as Padme was yelling to someone named Corde to hold on, he felt a smile pass over his face, the senator had to deal with so much, yet still cared for her people, how could he do less. No matter how many times, he would find a way to try and avert this disaster, just like old times when he met the Jedi on Naboo.