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. “That is impossible!” blurted out the Neimoidian.