Chapter 15: The Fall of Theed and the Round Table's First Meeting

The Naboo system resolved out of hyperspace with the particular abruptness that Arthur had learned to brace against — one moment the cold non-light of transit, the next a planet hanging blue and green in the viewport, ringed at its upper atmosphere by the unmistakable geometry of blockade.

The Trade Federation's battleships had not moved. If anything, there were more of them.

"Same configuration as before," Ric Olié said from the pilot's seat, his voice carrying the careful flatness of a professional who has already run one impossible route through these ships and is not certain the second attempt will resolve as favorably. "They'll have adjusted their scanner arrays since our last run. They know what this ship's profile looks like now."