"Do you think it makes a difference in how Jedi choose to involve themselves with the rest of the galaxy, which interpretation they favor?"

"It feels to me like it would - just, there's a very different aesthetic there? And different philosophies are appealing to different people. But I'd probably want to look closer at who was arguing which philosophy and what sorts of involvement they were arguing for elsewhere to be sure, especially of which direction any correlation's in."

"I would be very interested in any findings you come up with."

She nods. "Yeah. It'd be interesting, at least."

"What do you think the Jedi should be doing in the galaxy?"

"I... am not entirely sure. It is a bit odd that a religious organization commands so much power."

She nods. "I grew up in Hutt space. Everything the Republic does is kinda weird..."

"I suppose it must be. I think it would be better if the Jedi had more public accountability, less mystery. While I am grateful for the aid of Master Jinn, he was sent to my planet. I did not request his presence, nor was there any avenue by which I might have."

She hums. "Even with maintaining some level of self-rule - it's silly if there isn't a way to petition for help or no help or something, or to - like, lodge a complaint about an individual Jedi. You could have that without budging the existing level of separation, I think." She hums. "Probably the separation's doing something - I don't think it's good to have one group or person with too much power, so I wouldn't want the Jedi being like an arm of the Senate or Chancellor or anything - but at the very least the Jedi should let in more people who aren't little kids, which I think would help the feeling of - not being integrated?"

"It could, yes. If Jedi remember what it's like to be a citizen..."

"And have friends and family from lots of different backgrounds."

"That would certainly help with empathy. This has been an enlightening discussion, Anakin, thank you."

"Thank you! It's good to get stuff to think about. And you're nice to talk to."

She smiles, and goes back to reviewing documents.

She says a quick, "See you around!" and wanders off.

She still feels tired and jittery, so decides to meditate for a bit. It's almost as good as sleep.

Elesse wakes her when they're ready to drop out of hyperspace.

"Running the blockade might get exciting. Best you're awake."

She wakes easily. She's had different fragments of nightmares than last night, so she's still not as rested as she'd like.

"Okay."

They can go up to the bridge to observe. Qui-Gon, Obi-Want, and the Queen and some of her handmaidens are also there.

She mostly looks at the controls, for now more interested in how the ship's flown.

It's mostly the same principles as the other ships she's seen, but with pilot and navigation duties broken up among three people. Not that there's much to do in hyperspace, but that quickly changes as the one on the left pulls back a lever and the starlines snap back into their accustomed realspace pinpoints. The planet Naboo is directly in front of them, big, blue, and green. Also in front of them is a pair of Trade Federation battleships, ugly, brown, and round.

The pilots immediately flip into evasive maneuvers as the enemy ships open fire.

There isn't much for her to do here. She watches with interest, trying to keep her nerves calmed and breaths even.

The ship shudders as a turbolaser bolt skips off their shields.

"Holding at eighty-three percent," reports one of the crew.

"Fighters launching." "Accelerating to flank speed." "Twelve contacts." "Break to bearing five six niner mark two ten." The ship twists, and they shoot past the first battleship.

"Primary landing site compromised, scanning secondaries." "Shields at fifty-six percent and dropping. Stand by for emitter cycle- cycling." There's another sequence of maneuvers, sharp enough to be felt through the inertial dampers. "Cycle complete."

"Landing zone identified, plotting course." After some maneuvering, they manage to lose the fighters, and eventually set down in what seems to be a swamp. A creature recognizable as a Gungan pokes its head out of the surrounding foliage and begins waving enthusiastically. Obi-Wan sighs heavily. The Queen turns to exit, and the Jedi follow.

Anakin follows, trying to not skip or hum too much.

Swamps are... Icky.

Squishy, certainly. Probably best she doesn't do too much skipping, or she might lose a shoe to the gloop.

The Gungan happily tromps over and gives Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon an enthusiastic hug. He's on the verge of doing the same with Queen Amidala, but at the last moment has second thoughts and offers a bow instead. Qui-Gon introduces him to Elesse and Anakin as Jar Jar Binks, their primary contact with the Gungans.

"Hi!" she chirps. "I'm Anakin. Nice to meet you."

He grabs her hand with both of his and pumps it up and down enthusiastically. "Meesa plenty happy to be meetin' more Jedis!"