The Galactic Empire's military police mobilized everywhere, beginning to hunt down the Trade Federation's senior personnel. But those executives slipped away as fast as eels. No surprise—they were Neimoidians. When it came to reading the wind, cowardice, and timidity, no one could match them.
They could not even be called bullies who feared the strong, because most of the time, they did not dare bully even the weak. The moment someone resisted, they ran.
Police and agents from every Imperial department began arresting everyone connected to the Trade Federation. Yet they soon discovered that this was no easy task—because if they truly counted them all, even in the Imperial Center, there were probably not thirty billion, then at least ten or twenty billion people who had business dealings with the Trade Federation to one degree or another.
When questioned, every one of them had a legitimate job and merely conducted business with the Trade Federation. Otherwise, they had partnered with some Trade Federation executive, held Trade Federation shares, or owned merchant fleets that had hired the Trade Federation for escort services.
Even if they truly wanted to deal with these people, what crime could they charge them with? The crime of doing business with the Trade Federation? And once they started pulling up roots, they dragged out mud with them. The Imperial Security Bureau would often invite someone in for tea, only for a communication from some big shot to arrive moments later demanding their release.
But did that mean they were truly innocent? Not necessarily. Their interests were tied to the Trade Federation, so they certainly did not want it dealt with. Openly and secretly, they kept throwing obstacles in the way.
Thus, there were actually not many people arrested, and all of them were low-level employees with no