You cannot prevent what you did not see coming. You can only do what you think is right at each moment you live it. We can plan, hope and dread the future. What we cannot do is know it. – Qui-Gon Jinn, 'An Uncertain Path'

The Phantom Menace – AU

The small Corellian runner made a fast course behind the shadow of a moon, it seemed to be avoiding something, and it was. The large Trade Federation fleet in orbit around Naboo wasn't exactly welcoming.

At the controls was Obi-Wan Kenobi, he slowed the ship carefully, hugging the atmosphere of the moon. He surveyed his read outs, they were too late, far too late, the Trade Federation had already begun their invasion. In the seat next to him his master Qui-Gon Jinn noticed it too; he silently surveyed their scopes, clearly not perturbed.

"She didn't tell us about this," Obi-Wan said with a frown, after completing a mission on Samia they had received a distress call. Jedi Master Shakya Devi and her Padawan had gone to negotiate with the Trade Federation at the request of Supreme Chancellor Vallorum. The details of their mission weren't known, Mace Windu had informed them when he had contacted them several hours ago, but Shakya's apprentice Padmé Naberrie had informed them her master had been killed and she require immediate aid. Normally in the case of the death of a Jedi Council member was sent to the scene, but since Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan happened to be near and could be there relatively quickly an exception was made.

"There are a lot of things we don't know, Padawan," Qui-Gon reminded him as Naboo loomed closer and closer in the viewport.

"I'd still like to know exactly what killed Master Devi," Obi-Wan said rather crossly, she had been a renowned lightsaber combatant in the Jedi Order and Obi-Wan was fortunate enough to have had a practise session with her. Of her Padawan he knew almost nothing, other than the fact she was female, human and about fourteen years old.

Qui-Gon Jinn didn't comment, he didn't see the need nor had the desire to.

Finally the moon was behind them and they could see the Trade Federation ships in more detail, quite a few droid control ships as well as a few cruisers and many, many droid fighters. An alarm went off in the cockpit and several blips on their scope zeroed in on them, outside the viewport the blips proved to be droid fighters.

"We've been spotted," Obi-Wan said, rerouting all power to the engines.

"Don't open fire," Qui-Gon said, "we are here as peacekeepers, any aggressive actions we take will not just be considered on our backs."

Obi-Wan didn't like flying. He knew some Jedi were in their element in a cockpit, got a thrill by the speed, the manoeuvring, the near possibility of death even if they were reluctant to admit it. But there were far too many variables out of his control in piloting; his attention was needed in too many places at once. That being said Obi-Wan was not a bad pilot, and given the time and need to hone his skills further he could have been quite good, perhaps even more than good. But that didn't mean he had to like it.

So any prowess shown in out-manoeuvring the droid fighters closing in behind them was secondary to something else, any pleasure that he allowed himself was for the sole reason that soon they would be on stable ground with any spaceflight postponed for the time being.

In one of the circular Trade Federation ships stood Nute Gunray, Viceroy of the Trade Federation and had previously been pleased that the invasion was proceeding on schedule despite the interruptions. The interruptions were chiefly the Jedi woman Shakya Devi and her young apprentice, yet somehow Lord Sidious had heard of their arrival and has sent the…necessary precautions.

"Too late, Viceroy," said a figure in a dark hood, "there's more Jedi."

"That is impossible!" blurted out the Neimoidian.

This…female for the want of a better word, was Sidious assistance. She was taller than him, humanoid and clothed in black. Except for her face, several deep scratches that looked a lot like claw marks. Their aesthetic quality was nil, and Gunray had wondered more than once why she had not had her appearance corrected…unless she intended to look as threatening as she was dangerous.

And by the way she quickly despatched that Jedi, the Neimoidian didn't like to cross her. Maxah was her name, and she was looking at Gunray with the utmost contempt as she pointed out a small craft trying to blend with their invasion force.

This could mean only one thing.

"This could all be for naught if they get to the Queen," Maxah's harsh, caustic tones penetrated his thoughts. "I do not fail, Viceroy."

Gunray made the necessary measures, but privately he thought there were far too many Jedi around for anything to get done.

The invasion was in full force as Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon descended, and it was getting harder to be lost in the throng as the MTTs started to land. Below them was a vast carpet of green, the skyline of Theed not that far into the distance.

"The city, master?" Obi-Wan asked.

"That's where Padmé is, but we're still not sure what we're going to find there," Qui-Gon said, the craft shuddered from the laserfire, "and we have to lose those fighters."

Reluctantly Obi-Wan turned the ship and headed for a clearing in the trees.

In that clearing, striding through the tall green grass, was a lone orange figure. Bi-pedal, dressed in nothing but a loin-cloth, tall boots and woven vest. It threw back its long ears that fell to its shoulders and looked up at the sky. Along one shoulder the figure carried a long spear with a thick, threatening metal shaft that crackled with electricity.

The starship came closer, the roar of the repulsor engines was almost deafening but still the figure stood, motionless like a sculpture from orange mud. Then it threw the spear, it arced dangerously through the air landed with a sickening crack on one of the wings of the ship and quivered there.

"What the—" Obi-Wan swerved and somehow managed to get the craft to stay in the air, it was difficult but he did it.

"Leave it alone," Qui-Gon said in a low but firm voice, and put his hand on Obi-Wan's, restraining the younger man's grip.

"But Master, the drag is making us off balance! If I don't keep a hold we're going to…" then he realised his Master's intentions.

Once securely strapped in Obi-Wan let go of the steering column and the craft took a sharp dive into the clearing, Obi-Wan swallowed deeply as he could feel the g-forces pinning him to his seat, several more laser blasts jerked the craft around some more.

With a thud the starship hit the ground and skidded through the long grass, churning up the dirt in a long spray behind them. But still they didn't stop; they kept careening on with the momentum from the dive. Obi-Wan almost closed his eyes as the tree-line approached and he was thrown forward, his forehead hitting the control panel.

"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon was slapping his face. Obi-Wan unbuckled his restraints and followed his master out of the craft. They dove into the long grass and lay there for a few seconds, Qui-Gon nudged his apprentice and pointed to the wing of their ship. The long spear was still embedded in the hull.

"That?" Obi-Wan whispered incredulously. "That was what brought us down?"

"Sometimes the best weapons aren't the ones with the more firepower," Qui-Gon mused, "or even the better technology, what matters is how they are used."

Obi-Wan smiled wanly; trust Qui-Gon to make a lesson out of everything when they had a mission, not to mention the life of a Jedi, in the balance.

"Move," Qui-Gon sprang forward and Obi-Wan was only a nanosecond after him, they ran towards the tree-line and further into the shadows of the forest. Behind them Obi-Wan could hear laserfire, again they had been spotted, it was certainly their lucky day.

Qui-Gon turned, then stopped so suddenly that Obi-Wan almost ran into him. The droid fighters were still firing on them, but as they couldn't get lower than the forest canopy it was more of a hit-and-miss affair. But Qui-Gon wasn't worried about the fighters, in a flash his lightsaber was out. The green blade in a defensive postion as the sounds of something approaching grew nearer.

"That's no droid," Obi-Wan said through the hum of his own lightsaber.

"No, but I believe it is the one who saved us back there," Qui-Gon said mildly.

"Saved us?" Obi-Wan was wont to admit that he didn't like flying, but to say that a single primitive spear had saved them when his skills did not?

"You can come out, friend," Qui-Gon said, "we mean no harm."

From directly behind Obi-Wan, and so suddenly he almost started, an orange bi-pedal creature stepped out from the bushes. His long face regarded the Jedi with contempt, then Obi-Wan chastened himself not to make such quick judgements. But the creature carried a familiar long spear held in the attack-ready position. He looked at the Jedi, looked at their drawn lightsabers, and lowered his own weapon, holding out a hand in a gesture of peace.

Qui-Gon deactivated his lightsaber and Obi-Wan followed his Master's lead. He didn't altogether trust this creature, but if his Master did then that was good enough for him and he'd reserve his judgement.

In a few syllables of pidgin Basic, the creature introduced himself as Danta Pela. Danta Pela was a Gungan, that is he was a bipedal being with orange patterned amphibious skin, enormous ears that extended like wings from his head to his shoulder blades, a face constructed along the lines of a fish more than a humanoid and eyes that protruded from the top of his head which he could partially retract in times of stress. They were retracted now, but Danta didn't say anything, merely stared at the Jedi.

With mild amusement, Qui-Gon noticed Obi-Wan's distaste of Danta, the young man still had much to learn. Here was a reminder that the Living Force was at work, and what more visible reminder was there than that spear he held in his hands that had not long ago brought down their ship? Clearly the Gungan wanted something from them, Qui-Gon wasn't exactly sure what but he trusted his instincts. And they told him there was more afoot here, and it involved Danta.

"We are grateful for your assistance back there," Qui-Gon said with an amiable smile, Obi-Wan rolled his eyes but a sideways glance silenced any vocal protests.

"Yousa want to get to Theed?" Danta asked, Qui-Gon started to reply in the affirmative when he was interrupted by the deafening roar overhead. The Trade Federation had returned, as they moved to thicker undergrowth Qui-Gon examined what he could see.

A large C-9979 landing craft was settling down in the clearing where they had landed earlier, where their ship still was Qui-Gon realised with dismay. With the deploying of MTT tanks and STAPs and battle droids came the sounds and sensations of the forest's response to the invasion. With the splintering crack of fallen trees and rough sounds of torn undergrowth was the sounds of animals and birds fleeing, their fear and confusion palpable through the Force.

Danta ran, motioning for Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to follow. He threaded between trees, pausing in his steps every so often to check if they were being followed, but the tanks and droids were doing a general sweep of the area, they were not searching specifically for them.

With the thundering of blasterfire and the roar of approaching STAPs, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan ran after the Gungan to they knew not where. Several times Danta stopped and gave a loud cry, like a woman's scream or the attack call of a large animal and at the same time he scanned the treetops for only he knew what.

"What is he looking for, Master?" Obi-Wan asked after they had stopped for a third time.

"An answer to his call, I suppose," Qui-Gon mused.

At this inopportune moment Qui-Gon's comlink buzzed on his belt. For a moment he ignored it, then reluctantly activated it as they started running again.

"Yes," he said, the transmission that came through was very garbled and distorted, but there were a few coherent words.

"Mas…Jinn…droids are…tering city," said a female voice through the speaker, she sounded a little distressed but Qui-Gon nodded and smiled to his Padawan, they had made contact.

"Where are you?" Qui-Gon asked as they stopped again and Danta made a few more of his ear-splitting yells. "Is the Queen safe?"

"The Queen…afe…not much…longer," Padmé said, "shoul…ove her?"

"Do what you can," Qui-Gon replied as they started running again, "we shouldn't be much longer."

"Master," Obi-Wan asked as Qui-Gon replaced his comlink on his belt. "Why did you say that? We could be running in completely the wrong direction."

"I said it because it is true," Qui-Gon answered. "Trust the living Force, Padawan."

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.

Today she had seen an invasion force descend on her planet so large that its numbers would have been seen ludicrous if it wasn't so real. Today she had pleaded mercy in vain to Viceroy Nute Gunray on behalf of her people, had seen her only real assistance cut down by a vicious unknown assassin and for the first time felt the full weight of her responsibilities when communications were jammed and she was truly alone.

Nalanda didn't want to admit it to anyone, but she was scared. Scared of what the Trade Federation might make her do for the sake of her people. The only defence they had against the invasion was the relatively few starfighters and the various branches of security, and the battle droids were hewing through them mercilessly. She was completely powerless.

"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 her hands. "We should move you to safety."

"There isn't anywhere," Nalanda replied, taking care to keep her voice measured and calm.

"Assistance is coming as we speak," the girl continued, "but there is no guarantee they will be here in time. We need make sure they can't find you. Is there anything you know that could in any way delay them?"

Nalanda nodded, there wasn't anything else to stop the Trade Federation than what was already out there. But as for delay…

She nodded to her handmaidens that stood either side of her in silent sentry then gave a significant look to Captain Panaka, her Head of Security. Despite what he had told her after her coronation a few months ago she never even considered the measures he proposed in extreme need. But the extreme need was there, and more than anything they had to buy time.

"Why are you helping us?" Obi-Wan asked.

They were standing on a high but sturdy branch near the top of a very tall tree. It wasn't at the exact top, but it was high enough for them to poke their heads through the canopy and see the sky completely unobscured by foliage. With the havoc from the air looking like it was not going to let up any time soon, Obi-Wan felt naked and exposed.

The question he really wanted to ask was what in the name of the Force they were doing up there at all. But such a question would guarantee a reprimand from his Master as well as a reminder to trust the living Force.

So perhaps, Obi-Wan thought, I can get the how from the why

"Wesa no like outlanders," Danta said bluntly, he didn't look at the Jedi but kept his eyes firmly on the horizon. "Yousa bring mechaniks that scorn tha' gods and try an' make our heads small like yousa with your talk. Very bomba, mesa speed yousa on your way. Better for all da Gungans."

"But how—" Obi-Wan asked but Qui-Gon placing a hand on his shoulder stopped any further protests. He felt a subtle prompting through the Force and followed his Master's line of vision.

Heading towards them at a rapid pace were three very large birds, one black with white patches and the other two speckled with brown. Even at distance, Obi-Wan could easily comprehend the sheer size of them and marvelled at the way they carried themselves through the air.

It's as if they wanted to be here, Obi-Wan thought.

"So the plan is," Obi-Wan said slowly, still trying to fully understand it himself, "to be carried by these birds the rest of the way to Theed right under the nose of the Trade Federation?"

"On the backs," Danta said with a curt nod, "theysa fly high, wesa not seen till we land."

"It'll confuse their sensors," Qui-Gon agreed, "and Theed's been taken by now, so it's not as if we can ask at the gates if the Queen is at home."

Obi-Wan didn't reply, but he didn't really need to with Danta making another shrill cry. And this time, there was a returning call, the birds slowed their speed and flew low towards them.

The birds were known as goff by Naboo and Gungans alike and they were not so numerous as they once had been. Given there was a market for their large feathers as well as the fact that the Gungans used them extensively in warfare and ritual.

The goff alighted on the opposite branch to where they were balance, clicking among themselves and examining the three bipedal land-dwelling beings with curiosity. Danta began cooing at them waving his arms gently as the black and white bird inclined its head towards him then turned and lowered its back for him to climb on.

"Theysa no harm yousa," Danta said, he had his hands resting on a horny crust at the back of his bird's neck.

Qui-Gon summoned the Force and looking one of the other birds in the eye, he cleared his mind of everything but the task at hand. On a subtle level he communicated with the goff in a wordless language of feelings until he had finally attained its trust and he could mount. He smiled as he saw Obi-Wan doing the same, his Padawan might not like flying but he could understand necessities.

Danta whispered in the ear of his goff and the bird started to flap its wings, it called to the others and soon took to the air with the other two birds in tow. He whispered some more and they turned towards the city

Obi-Wan lay on the feathered bird, suffering in silence. At least with flying a starship there was some element of control, here there was no such control at all. All he had to rely on were the wits of a giant bird that might even throw him if it saw something tasty on the ground. When he did look down he admitted there was little chance of that, battle droids were grouping the people and moving them somewhere, the battle or what there was of it, had been and gone.

He looked across to his Master, Qui-Gon was actually enjoying it! He was smiling and murmuring to his bird as he examined what was below. With the wind blowing past him, the slippery feather on which he lay and the incessant noise of the flapping of the goff's wings Obi-Wan hoped for the ride to be over soon. This would not be a tale to tell his friends back at the Temple, the fact that he had flown through the sky on the back of a giant bird and wished he was somewhere else.

Garbed in black, with a silver-ornamented mantle around her shoulders, Queen Nalanda, her guards and her handmaidens were led before the Viceroy by battle droids. Gunray smiled indulgently at them from his seat on Nalanda's throne.

"We caught them trying to flee," said the droid sergeant.

"Now, Your Highness," said Gunray, gesturing silently to not only the droids but to the cloaked Maxah who stood to the side, "we will discuss the terms for the treaty."

"There will be no treaty," Nalanda replied, anger flashing from her every move, "your invasion is unlawful and I will not cooperate so you can justify it."

"Don't be so hasty," the Viceroy asserted, again he indicated to Maxah, "surely you have seen the devastation so far. This is how you can prevent it."

"And if I don't?" Nalanda challenged.

"We have…other ways of persuading you," Gunray said, smiling indulgently, "my offer is still open." He turned to the droid. "Process them."

A group of ten droids escorted Nalanda and her retinue through the courtyard, the handmaidens in grey hooded cloaks closely flanking their queen.

But when they turned a corner one of the handmaidens gave a signal and Panaka drew a concealed blaster and started firing at the droids. The handmaiden ignited a lightsaber, the blue blade and her body forming a shield for Nalanda as the other handmaidens forms a barrier around their queen.

The handmaiden threw back her hood to reveal the face of Padmé Naberrie, after the death of her Master the queen had amiably let her disguise herself as a handmaiden. Since then she had been playing the mission by her instincts, trying to think what Master Shakya would have done.

"What now?" Panaka asked Padmé when the last of the droids were in pieces, to Padmé it seemed incredulous that he deferred to her.

She glanced at Nalanda, behind the black veil she wore her expression was of grim determination. It was perfectly clear now, there was nowhere safe.

"Your Highness, we should get you to Coruscant," Padmé said quickly, she continued before the queen could disagree. "I know it seems like abandoning your people, but in the end you may be forced to sign the treaty."

"My decision will not change," Nalanda said firmly.

"It may at the cost of seeing your people suffer," Padmé pressed, "on the Capital the Jedi can guarantee your safety and you can plead your case."

Nalanda seemed to consider this then conferred briefly with her handmaidens.

"I will take my case to the Senate," Nalanda said firmly.

"Where are the transports?" Padmé asked.

Before Panaka could reply the sound of blasterfire in the courtyard made them all turn. It was a curious spectacle that left them all speechless. Three very large birds were flying towards them, very close. Yet they came no nearer and at the far end three figures jumped from the backs and fell about ten metres to the ground. Two of them looked suspiciously like Jedi as they each had a lightsaber and started to finish off the droids. The third was unidentifiable other than the fact he was orange and carried a long spear.

Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi walked rather nonchalantly up to them, but while Obi-Wan's face looked deceptively neutral as he paid his respects, Qui-Gon looked perfectly at ease with his surroundings as he smiled and bowed to Queen Nalanda.

"We like to make an entrance, Your Highness," he said lightly, "I hope we are not too late."

"We were just leaving," Padmé said with a smile and quickly filled him in on what had happened. He makes it sound like we're about to go off to the theatre, she thought, or a leisurely afternoon drive.

"And who was this you saw?" Qui-Gon asked Padmé, the he silenced her with a gesture. "There's no time," he quickly conferred with Panaka and they were on the move again.

Padmé began to relax—just a little—pleased that someone more capable was in control. She stayed by Nalanda's side while Obi-Wan trailed just behind his Master. Danta trailed behind, glancing at everyone with barely veiled suspicion.

They came to the hangar at last, the Royal Starship, resplendent in its chromium plating stood silently. Padmé noticed its ramp was down and at the end was a pair of battle droids.

They stopped short of the doorway, lurking in the shadows. Almost unconsciously Padmé reached out with the Force—or tried, to as her control of the Force was not yet complete—in case that creature in black decided to show.

"We'll need to free those pilots," Qui-Gon said, his voice cutting into Padmé's thoughts, nodded to a group of men in orange suits surrounded by battle droids.

"I'll do that," Obi-Wan said and confidently walked over.

"Stay with the Queen," Qui-Gon said to Padmé and she didn't argue, though she smiled as the Jedi Master strode over to the ramp of the starship as if he owned the place. When questioned by the droids, he politely informed the droid he was escorting Queen Nalanda to Coruscant. At the droid's hesitation he drew his lightsaber and before the pieces had hit the ground Padmé was running forward with Panaka next to her and the queen behind them. Her lightsaber a shield between her body and the approaching droids.

Nalanda and her handmaidens raced up the ramp to the ship with her guards forming a screen so they could pass. Padmé whirled around to give them some protection just as several droidekas rolled into view.

"Get on board!" Qui-Gon shouted, deflecting blaster bolts with his lightsaber as Obi-Wan ran into view with the pilots.

Quickly, she retreated up the ramp, flashing her lightsaber to block the blaster bolts. The pilots entered the hatch. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were fighting side by side, Padmé stepped back until she was in the doorway.

The ramp was retracting, the ship's engines started to rumble to life and the hatch was closing. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan ducked under the closing hatch as the repulsor engines started to hum. Quickly, Padmé put a hand against the wall to steady herself just as the ship started to rise.

In the cockpit, Ric Olié was checking readouts and making any adjustments that would add to their speed. With the Trade Federation blockade it was going to be a combination of skill, good timing, and sheer luck to get into hyperspace.

"Angle the deflector shields forward," he shouted as he fought the controls, "and check for a spare spot we can squeeze through the blockade."

"Yessir," the co-pilot said, giving orders to the second officer and scanning his datascreen frantically.

"What's the chance of getting out of here in one piece?" Qui-Gon asked lightly, but the situation looked a lot more serious since he and Obi-Wan had entered the planet s short time ago.

"Tight, very tight," replied Ric with clenched teeth, a course came up on his datascreen. The large circular battleships loomed nearer. "It really depends on our shields."

Which will probably last all of five minutes, Obi-Wan thought pessimistically as the ship began to shudder from the laser cannon fire. Despite his dislike of flying he was itching to get behind the console, to have some sort of control over what was happening. Yet he stood obediently behind his Master and said nothing.

"I don't think I like this," Nalanda said to Padmé.

The Naboo Queen was seated on her throne surrounded by he handmaidens. Standing before her were Panaka and Padmé, they were all being thrown around by the jolting of the ship.

Yet Padmé knew that Nalanda was not referring to the motion of the ship—which was starting to make her feel slightly queasy—but the fact that if the ship was destroyed they would all be lost and the Trade Federation would continue their occupation unimpeded.

"This is not your fault, Your Highness," Padmé said earnestly, "none of us would be in this position without the Trade Federation," she turned to Panaka. "Doesn't this ship have a cloaking device?"

"This is not a warship," Panaka snapped, "we have no weapons! We are a peaceful people!" He inclined his head respectfully to Nalanda, "Your Highness, if you'll excuse me." Nalanda dismissed him with the wave of a hand and Panaka left for the cockpit.

But even a peaceful people, Padmé thought as she watched him leave, should know how and when to fight back.

"Spin the ship," Qui-Gon suggested, "they won't be able to get a reading on us."

Ric Olié compiled, but as he did so the ship shuddered violently knocking even the Jedi off-balance and causing a show of sparks to emit from one of the control panels.

"Assess damage." He was fighting the controls now, the blasts kept knocking them off-course.

"Critical," the co-pilot replied, "it hit our shield generator and drive."

"Sending out the repair droids." Ric flipped a lever then glanced at Qui-Gon. "We should abort; we can't take much more of this."

"No," Qui-Gon said gently but firmly.

"Master," Obi-Wan whispered and pointed to Ric's datascreen, "vulture droids."

In a small room where several squat astromech droids stood silent sentry Danta sat in one corner. One foot was planted firmly on the floor so he wouldn't move about with the shaking ship. Obi-Wan had left him here with the stern command to stay, Danta was unperturbed and sat sharpening his spear tip with a smooth blue stone. For now he was willing to go where the Jedi would take him, it might be interesting.

With the murmur of beeps and chirps the droids were activated and trundled over to a small airlock. Danta ignored this, only wondering if they would help stop the ship from rocking back and forward like a bayu tree in a storm.

A swarm of droid starfighters amassed on the starship just as the troop of astro droids headed across the chromium hull. One of the droids was felled immediately from blaster fire but the remaining five kept on. The ship veered closer to one of the Trade Federation ships, knocking several starfighters away.

The starship span again, yet the droids were magnetised and stopped near the damaged shield generator. Huddled around it they quickly made their repairs, reconnecting the unprotected wires then welding the damaged hull back into place.

One by one all the other droids were blown up, except for one blue and white droid who worked with what could be described grim determination.

From the cockpit the little droid could be seen from one of the datascreens, then just as it finished several panels lit up and Ric Olié smiled with relief.

"The shields are up! That little droid did it!" He flipped switches anxiously as they cleared the last of the blockade. "Re-route all power to the thrusters."

When this was done he threw the thrusters all the way forward and Naboo and the Trade Federation were well behind them.