OOC: Posting in a rush, forgive the choppiness or maybe uncovered ground
Someone tapped Leia lightly on the shoulder, almost as if afraid to touch her. She turned around to look at whoever wanted her, and found it to be a harried looking Intelligence officer. She turned back around to Xarrin.
"Excuse me for a moment" She leaned forward and locating the sound pickup, she turned it off, then rose from the station and walked out of range of the vid pickup.
"Ma'am, he's lying" The officer said simply as he appeared by her side, and handed her a wad of duraplast paper.
"What's this?" Leia asked, flipping through the pages of crammed, incomprehensible text.
"The top sheets are the Coruscant main database that I hacked maybe 8 days ago. Look here..."
He pointed to the middle of the page.
"This guy's name is Xarrin Crae. 8 days ago, the Governor's name was not Xarrin Crae, it was him." The Intel tapped the page.
"For a long time Coruscant's government has been in turmoil, they've changed governors I don't know how many times. The people, most of them, probably have no idea who their governor is, or if they do, how he came to be. They probably don't care, either...."
"I don't have time for the whole nine yards, get to the point" Leia interrupted sharply. That made the intel flinch, but he continued.
"Well, the gist of it is this: That guy like hell knows what all of those people down there want. He may know what his guys want, but not the whole population of Coruscant. He's only been in office a week, and I have funny feelings about how he got there. It's impossible, inconceivable! All stats show that he's full of a great deal of BS. He probably has by now gotten groups started that will incite riots with propoganda, and I've seen a lot of it on the holonet. But really, we could take Coruscant by force if you wanted and have a lot less trouble than any previous attempt. These guys are no Imperials, and they're probably starved for recources..."
Leia held up her hand. "Thank you.." she glanced down at his rank badge "Lieutenant, I commend you for your work and dedication, and I appreciate it. But I must take and run, I'm afraid, I've got a call on the impatient line"
She slid back into the comm station seat and reactivated the sound pickup. An icy edge slid into her voice as she spoke.
"I apologize for the delay, but it was quite necessary. Now, where were we...? Ah yes.
Mr. Crae, exactly how much of the population of Coruscant do 'your people' represent?"
She practically spat the last sentence at him.