Okay this wasn't the omake I was trying to do, but every time I tried to get the words down my mind failed. So here's an inner monologue from my Abysswalker.
Information Is Power (The Mind of Koliya Karrosi)
So tell me. What do you think the Galaxy runs on?
A starship runs on fuel, C-SEC run on donuts and politicians run on ego. Some will answer hard work and dedication to a cause and I'll give them that, the Galaxy is run by sapients, some of which provide hard labor, and focus to a profession. But I'm talking about the fuel, the catalyst. It is here that image of credits will pop up, but we all know that not everyone accepts credits. For there's one thing more valuable, that is universally accepted from the 'civilised' Core Worlds to the untamed regions of Wild Space.
Information, this is what runs our Galaxy.
Information can be bought, sold, traded, manipulated and used, used to build, or destroy. This is what runs our lives, and the one who controls the information… well, I think you know where this is going. Information can change lives, make them better or ruin them all in the blink of an eye.
At first glance, the Temple Bombing appears to lack the information needed. The bomber is a pasty. His wife likely is as well. And we can't be sure that our mystery spy is a Jedi or even part of the same group.
We have the type of explosives used, but there's no record of it going missing from private ventures or the highly regulated supplies for academic purposes. The Jedi Order has its own stock (for medical purposes of course), though with the security updates I'm sure they would have noticed any missing supplies. That however, narrows it down to one location we haven't checked.
Military supplies.
On the surface it sounds insane, surely they have better security? Use the information though and it becomes more clear. There's a war raging, the Jedi Order is a confusing part of the command structure and the Coruscant Guard have never really seen much action. They might be elite Clones, but they lack experience and in that gap, in between standard protocols, they filled it with assumptions.
Assumptions are a dangerous thing, take myself for example. Well spoken, urbanite, hair neat, claws trimmed, with an eye for data and high fashion, when I first joined the Agents from the Watchers my fellow compatriots though I was a fluffed up intelligence weenie who they could push over. They assumed that because I was well spoken, well dressed and urbanite from the least violent part of the Abyss Watchers, that I was from a certain background. But that was perception, not reality.
I grew up in the Undercity of Coruscant, in crushing poverty with a single mother who worked paw to muzzle to provide and it broke her. I grabbed every opportunity by the claws and dragged my way up from semi-legal ring fighting to bodyguard to Patches the Lothcat, the information broker that survived everything thrown at him. So when he pulled another vanishing trick and left me facing a group of Seekers... it was only right that I offered my services as someone who had seen his work. If only to get out of the Undercity.
I say this because you never know that hides behind a disguise. For example a bored shinny Clone sees someone in a brown robe with a metal cylinder at their hip walking through the base they'll immediately think Jedi. They won't question a surprise inspection of the supplies because that's what Commanders do. They won't search the Jedi leaving because it would be improper to search a superior. Then the next formal inspection of supplies is put off for there are better things to do and nobody notices that a few boxes are missing because ones from the back fill the gaps.
It's genius really, because when the GAR takes over the investigation, they'll never look. I mean who could turn down the chance to look better than the Jedi at something and who would be mad enough to infiltrate a military base and walk past the best of the best, dressed in mere cloth without any armour?
Lady Ciaran excluded of course.
