Chapter One: Peace on Naboo
(I have aged every "participant" up in this story to the age of 18, or whatever age of consent is in gungan years.)
It was not often that Boss Nass, the gungan leader of Otoh Gunga, was wrong. For years Boss Nass' leadership led to an era of isolated prosperity on Naboo. He never cared about the politics of the surface dwelling Naboo, as they rarely affected the lives of the gungans. Their recent political escapades with the Trade Federation had impacted the gungans however. Those Naboo thought they were so smart; if they were so technologically advanced, how did they wind up being the ire of the Trade Federation and on the brink of starvation? Now their droid army was forcing the gungans to the swamps, which had resulted in fifteen gungans killed. Boss Nass hung his head, the weight of those deaths squarely on his shoulders. If only he had listened to Jar Jar and those two hue-suns he brought a few weeks ago, this could have all been avoided. The droids would never find them in the Sacred Place, but the citizens were hungry for revenge. The Naboo had requested a meeting at the Sacred Place, and Boss Nass knew they were going to persuade the gungans to join their surface war. To end the persecution of the gungans, they would have to join the fray.
With the meeting an hour away, Boss Nass had to adorn his traditional regalia. The regalia conveyed strength, power, and compassion, all qualities a politician of his stature should have. How dumb will those Naboo feel now, crawling to the Gungans to ask for assistance. Hmpf, they should have thought about that when their ancestors colonized the planet without gungan permission. Maybe he should let them perish, the Trade Federation would leave the gungans alone if those pesky Naboo were taken care of. Feeling assured and confident, Boss called his assistant to bring the regalia into his changing room. Zas-Zas Fia, Boss' female assistant walked in carrying the large chest which housed the regalia. Her long tendrils swayed with every step she took. Boss was quite fond of Zas-Zas, who was more than willing to service the gungan leader any way she could. Boss recalled the first time Zas-Zas made him aware of her affection. Several years ago, she was removing his headpiece when she planted a kiss on his cheek. She blushed and turned away, only to have Boss ask her if she would like to spend the night in his lofty, oversized bed. She agreed enthusiastically.
Ever since that night, Zas-Zas had frequently pleasured Boss, either with her hands, her mouth, or her pussy. She was an expert lover, though Boss Nass had had several lovers over his lifetime who were better. Luckily, Zas-Zas did not care if Boss took other lovers, whether they be female or male. As she was fitting the regalia onto his body, her hand caressed his cock.
"No Zas-Zas," Boss said, grabbing her hand, "this-a meetin' too important for messa to focus on anythin' else."
Zas-Zas recoiled her hand and moved to place the final piece of the regalia around Boss Nass' neck. After viewing her work in the reflection of the water-window, Boss Nass made his way for the ship which would take him to the surface world. Boss regretted not letting Zas-Zas pleasure him. Perhaps the post-orgasm clarity would have come in handy at the meeting. But it was too late now.
As the rest of the gungans gathered around the Sacred Place, Boss Nass took his rightful position in the middle of the crowd. Boss heard the marching footsteps of the approaching Naboo soldiers, with Jar Jar Binks in the lead, followed by a short girl in white make-up and two tall Jedi Knights.
"Your Honor," announced Roos Tarpals, the captain of the Otoh Gunga patrol, "Queen Amidala, of the Naboo."
"Uhh, 'ello daddy big Boss Nass Your Honor," said Jar Jar.
"Jar Jar Binks," boomed the deep voice of Boss Nass, "who's da uss-en others?"
Though she was not addressed, the woman in white make-up Tarpals had named Queen Amidala spoke up. "I am Queen Amidala of the Naboo...I come before you in peace."
"Ah, Naboo biggen," replied Boss, "Yousa bringen da Mackineeks...Yousa all bombad." Though Boss knew the derogatory term of bombad would go over the heads of the Naboo, the gungans in attendance knew, and they also knew Boss would make the Naboo pay for their mistakes on the political stage.
A Naboo woman behind the Queen shifted forward and addressed Boss directly. "Your Honor...I am Queen Amidala."
Boss Nass was taken back by this display. Why would the Queen allow her subjects to talk to him in such a way? If her words were true, why would the Naboo pull such trickery if they were here to negotiate peace terms?
The woman pointed to Queen Amidala, "This is my decoy...my protection...my loyal bodyguard. I am sorry for my deception, but it was necessary to protect myself. Although we do not always agree, Your Honor, our two great societies have always lived in peace. The Trade Federation had destroyed all that we have worked so hard to build. If we do not act quickly, all will be lost forever...I ask you to help us." The supposed Queen dropped to her knees in humility. "No, I beg you to help us. We are your humble servants...our fate is in your hands."
"Hmmm..." Boss Nass took a moment to contemplate the words of the Naboo. Now they sought the help of the gungans? Now they beg for the sacrifice of lives for their political turmoil? Now they wish to be equals-
Boss' thoughts were interrupted by the Queen, still on her knees, "We...no, I, would be willing to do anything to secure an alliance."