The sound of inevitability

At Palpatine Manor, a new plan was hatched, one less obvious, and easier to clean up after. The last effort had cost the cloaked figure valuable money and influence to cover up. This time things would go right.

Six months of hard work had given Jar Jar some strength of body, but his coordination was still as bad as ever. His sentence had been no sooner been up and he was back in the city when Jar Jar decided to take a long think on what he wanted to do, so he sat at one of the grand windows overlooking the water watching the Bongo craft go by. During this time however a light shone in his face and he looked up and saw a Bongo out of control and heading straight towards him, Boss Nass in the control seat frantically trying to stop the craft.

"Why Messa?"