Queen of Naboo
"It must be difficult having sworn your life to the Jedi.”
- Padmé
Naboo awaited news on a defense pact with the Alliance, one that would ensure her people would be safe from the Sith and the pirates who fought proxy wars for them in the Mid-Rim. The delay in formulating their pact, coupled with the news of neutral worlds falling victim to the growing Mandalorian threat, had drained Inara's patience. And now they meant to send a Jedi to Naboo. To serve what purpose, she wondered. She didn't have business with the Order, nor did she need some babysitter to watch over her. She just stared with a steely gaze at the minister.
The older man shook his head and sighed. He was clearly tired of her combativeness, and it was hardly noon.
"Your Highness, it's imperative in times such as these that we accept any boon from our allies that we are offered. What message would we send if we rejected a Jedi ambassador?"
Kalantha's eyes narrowed.
"What message are we sending by accepting the visitation of one man when we were promised a garrison. Food, water, medical supplies, too."
"All I ask is that we entertain the thought. If nothing else, a Jedi in our midst may set a precedent for whom we cast our allegiances. We've much trust to build in the wake of the CIS, my lady."
The Queen sighed. He had a point, although she wondered if the arrival of a Jedi wouldn't simply paint a target on Theed for the Sith. What is Naboo's neutrality thus far was the only thing saving them from attack? She looked to Melantha with troubled eyes, hoping to find direction in her kind features and calm demeanor. Handmaidens may be bodyguards, but Melantha was a sister.
"Very well, Minister," she resigned, turning back to face him. "Please inform the Order that we shall accept their representative."
"At once, your highness."