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'Siri…activate stealth mode…make it something relaxed and casual.' I commanded my A.I. While during my trip here to Tatooine Siri informed me that the Nanites can simulate clothing though most of the left over saves are Tony's suits and activewear.
[Affirmative Sir, changing armor to look like cargo pants, work boots and a hooded long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to elbows. Anything else Sir?] My A.I. replied to me as my armor seemingly melted away leaving me in a knit dark blue hooded sweater-shirt, tan cargo pants, and darkish red-brown work boots, and black gloves with composite knuckle guards.
'Thanks Siri.' I thanked my A.I. while a pair of sunglasses/goggles appeared over my eyes, giving me my armor's HUD.
The area of Mos Espa that I walked into was a lot livelyer than the area that I was in earlier, and I found myself struggling not to stare at all the different races, technology and droids.
A few people looked at me like I was some backwater bumpkin, which is saying a lot since Tatooine is the epitome of backwards and back water.
'Maybe it's the fact that I'm not carrying a blaster.' I idly thought to myself as I spotted a Gungan walking more like tripping into a shop following behind a small group.
'Holy shit, my timing is perfect! Now how should I approach this situation? Over the past two weeks I still haven't come up with a good approach.' I thought to myself as I brought my hand up to scratch the side of my head near my temple.
[I believe it would be best to approach naturally Sir…] Siri my A.I. told me with a bit of what almost sounded like uncertainty in her voice.
'Thank you Siri.' I replied to my A.I. as I rolled my shoulders and straightened my posture, before relaxing and walking towards the building belonging to Watto seeing a large fenced in area behind the tall building.
'I'm glad both translation magic and Siri, can translate written text and spoken languages, and that English or Galactic Basic is the standard language used in the galaxy, which isn't wholly surprising since humans seem to hold the largest population in the Star Wars universe…which also isn't all that surprising either since we breed so quickly.' I thought to myself while starting to consider at least Galactic Basic written just so I didn't have to rely on magic or Siri for something so basic.
As I entered Watto's store, I heard him sleazily chatting up Qui-Gon while his wings sounded like that of a hummingbird as they beat the air.
Padmé was walking through the aisles running her fingers against the shelves as her half inspected the merchandise half watched the door and JarJar.
"Hello there." I greeted Padmé with a lazy wave, kind of brushing her off while also bypassing both JarJar and Anakin, using Obi-Wan's pickup line…as I started to look at a pit droid near her which Siri scanned, saving blueprints and programming for the droid.
'Damn, she looks so beautiful…Natalie Portman forever, ahaha.' I mentally joked to myself while looking at a chef/butler droid.
"H-Hello." I heard Padmé greet me with a small, almost shy voice which didn't really fit with the mental image of a badass babe that handled a blaster like a trained pro while leading an assault to take back her Queendom from an invading army.
I looked over at Padmé with an almost bored expression as I pulled my sunglasses down and let them hang around my neck.
While feeling a little surprised that she approached me first.
"Hi…what can I do for you?" I found myself asking her while my voice filled with so much sincerity, it surprised me.
'Wasn't your plan to blackmail your way into her pants?' I thought to myself when those thoughts entered my mind, I found that I wasn't really sure how to address her or look her in the eyes, as I smiled back at her as I replied to her.
As I inspected her face, I noticed she was slightly nervous while speaking to me.
I found it a bit amusing since she's the Queen of Naboo and should be used to speaking with people, my sense of amusement only increased when her face and neck developed a light dusting of pink.
'Did I get a charm…of prince charming-ness or something as well?' I jokingly thought to myself while feeling a bit amused at seeing that Padmé was actually blushing.
"I-I'm not sure…when I first saw you..I-I, I felt this…connection to you and this compulsion to speak to you. But now I'm a little embarrassed, confused and unsure of myself. Do-do you think maybe you can help me…I mean us?" Padmé replied to me while cupping her hands together, almost wrestling them as she held her hand just above her stomach.
"I'd like to help you…miss?" I replied to Padmé opening up a bridge for her to communicate with me.
"My name is Padmé, and we're looking for parts to repair our ship or maybe…to find transport to Coruscant, should finding parts to repair our ship turn out to be impossible." Padmé replied to me and I could see hope and vulnerability in Padmé's eyes as she looked up into mine.
"Hahaha." I started laughing at Padmé's honest and hopeful look, that started to fall at my outburst, while turning around to walk away, but I reached out and grabbed her arm first.
"Wait-wait, I'm sorry, truly I wasn't laughing at you I swear…you see something funny happened to me recently, I was traveling to Naboo, and my Ship was attacked by a trade federation vessel…luckily I was wearing my armor and was able to fly aboard the ship…my first words to the security droids were something similar to you're own just now." I replied to Padmé with a smirk and a wink, while feeling awkward at the bit of desperation that was carried in my voice.
"Are-are you okay?" Padmé asked me with concern as she rested her hand against my bicep and rubbed it slightly.
'Am I still going to blackmail my way into this woman's pants.' I wondered to myself as I covered her hand with my own.
"It takes a lot to bring me down Padmé." I replied to her with a little roguish grin and a wiggle of my eyebrows.
"So anyway…once I was aboard the ship I was taken to the command center, now I don't know why a bunch of merchants thought they had any business running an invasion…a military action, but they didn't even try to get me out of my armor. So I was able to record their entire conversation with a hooded man that's obviously the instigator behind this whole thing…they even went as far as to order the deaths of two Jedi ambassadors for bantha sake." I told Padmé while waving my hand in the air a bit to express my exaggeration.
"Y-you have a recording…please you have to give it to me!" Padmé pleaded to me desperately clutching at my shirt like her life depended on it.
'Haha, this bitch not even being her real self and asking for something that could make me a billionaire in the galactic scene.' I thought to myself while trying not to smirk.
"Look…Padmé you seem like a nice girl but unless you're the Queen of Naboo and willing to marry me or fulfill any request, I make of you I don't have to give you anything let alone evidence that's worth a fortune, my heart goes out to the people of Naboo…truly it does, but the last time I let my heart lead me it ended badly." I told Padmé as I gently removed her trembling hands from my shirt, giving them a slight squeeze before releasing them.
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Would Padmé beg or give her body away to save her people?
