"I need dossiers on the protesters, their families, their criminal records, I want to know what every man and woman in front of the Temple had for lunch yesterday-"
Someone's Gotta Do It
"Okins, I want you to look into the protesters. I want dossiers on half of them by tomorrow and the rest the day after that." barked Minn Adri. She wasn't high up the chain of command, but she was higher up than Calo. "Start with the leaders, they'll be the most passionate. Then the newcomers, they'll have the least to lose. And finish in the middle. We're leaving no stone unturned."
"Yes ma'am!" Okins saluted, then scampered off to begin his research. Speed was of the essence in a crisis like this of course, but part of it was probably Okins' obsessive nature. He'd finish his work as soon as possible no matter what it was. His staff would be significantly less enthusiastic, but a strong work ethic was a requirement for those who wanted to work for Lady Ciaran.
"Yula, you look into the protesters families. It's possible the bomber was only tangentially related to the protests." Minn Adri commanded, reading down the list of assignments. "Prioritize protesters whose families live on planet. Okins should be able to help you sort that out."
"Right away, ma'am." Yula Mamam was just as diligent as Okins, but she was steadfast and calm where he was manic and obsessive. Her staff would rally around her like a rock in the ocean, like they always did.
"Zalzzabar, we need criminal records. I'll have a list sent to you and your men of Security Force Officers who might be willing to let some things slip." Miin Adri nodded at the Zeltron. Rather than respond verbally, the lone wolf simply nodded back. He'd relay the assignment to the people working under him, and then they'd all split off to do their own thing, meeting up at the end of each day to compile what they had found.
"Valtress," Calo perked up at the sound of his name. These sorts of emergencies were his favorite. The best information emerged when the status quo got shaken up, and he lived for gathering juicy information. ", I need to know what everyone in front of the temple had for lunch yesterday."
Calos Valtress blinked once, then again as his mind desperately tried to come to grips with his assignment. "Seriously?" Calos snapped his mouth shut, broken from his stupor by his own words. It was probably a bad move to let that slip out.
Luckily, his superior seemed to understand his disappointment. "I know it isn't glamorous, or even sensible, but orders are orders. Someone's gotta do it." Minn Adri gave him a sympathetic look. "I'll get you a good one next time around, promise."
Calos sighed, delivering a dejected "Yes ma'am" as he left to inform his staff of their lackluster mission.
XXX
Not for the first time that day, and unfortunately not for the last time either, Calos Valtress rang the doorbell of the Coruscant apartment. Before the resident could answer, Calos took the opportunity to glance down at the list Yula had provided him to see if he just had to question the one person, or the entire family.
"May I help you?" asked the human woman who had opened the door. Her tone was cold, but it wasn't the worst reception his door to door shtick had gotten. At least she wasn't shooting him.
"Are you Letta Tormund?" asked Calos. She probably wasn't Jackar Bowmani, but it never hurt to make sure. Assuming made an ass out of you and me, as his father had always said.
"I am." she responded, more interested and confused than angry now. "Can I ask why you need to know?"
Turnabout was fair play Calos supposed. "I'm part of an investigation into the recent bombing. I just need to ask a few questions and I'll be on my way."
Letta visibly tensed. "What sort of questions?" It wasn't a surprise that she'd be tired of inquisitions. There was no shortage of official investigations from the Security Force, the GAR, and the Jedi themselves. Anyone would be annoyed at yet another. For both their sakes, Calos decided to stop beating around the bush.
"Just the one question." Calos assured her. "I need to know what you and…" he glanced down at Yula's list to jog his memory, "…your husband had for lunch yesterday."
Calos hated how asinine that question sounded each and every time he asked, but rather than get angry at him for his 'prank' or question if he was serious like everyone else, Letta froze. Just as Calos was about to ask if she was okay, Letta exploded into action, bursting past him at a dead sprint. "You'll never take me alive!"
"What the?" Calos was confused for a split second before his training kicked in and he started pursuit. The chase was so short, Calos almost felt bad for the woman. Not only was he experienced in running down uncooperative informants, he also had a blaster on his hip set to stun. As soon as they hit a relative straightaway, Calos dropped her.
Luckily no one noticed, and Calos was able to restrain the unconscious woman and carry her back to the apartment. Letta Tormund had clearly been trying to hide something, and Calos Valtress wouldn't stop until he had found out what it was. Not that he had any idea what he was looking for.
"Oh well." muttered Calos with a smile, mostly just glad to finally have some action. "Someone's gotta do it."
XXX
"Explosive nano-droids in her husband's food?" asked Minn Adri, flabbergasted. "Seriously?"
"Seriously." confirmed Calos. "According to Yula's report, her husband was at the epicenter of the explosion. She figured he was the bomber when she found out, but it turns out he was the bomb."
"What kind of wife…" Calos pretended not to notice Minn Adri's righteous anger. Her own husband was near and dear to her heart, and betrayal of that bond, even by someone else, hit close to home. "We'll take over the interrogation from here. Good work Valtress."
Calos shrugged. "Someone's gotta do it."
AN: I like the idea of this throwaway order being taken literally, especially since what this guy had for lunch yesterday is actually vitally important to the investigation. It was also fun to make all these minor characters with their one character trait.