In the Royal Palace in Theed, Naboo’s capital city, Queen Nalanda stood before a large window staring out to the plaza beyond. It was normally a view that pleased her, nothing but the happy citizens of Naboo going about their business and completely trusting their young queen. Their thoughts completely devoid of trouble, especially such nasties that might come from the skies. But not today. “Your Highness.” A girl in the deep red hooded robe of a handmaiden walked up to her and inclined her head respectfully. She held a comlink in one hand. “We should move you to safety.”