Mon Mothma displayed exceptional leadership and planning ability in this operation to save Incom Corporation. She understood from the start that forcibly snatching people from the Imperial Intelligence Department was impossible, so she chose a roundabout strategy.
First, she stalled. She orchestrated multiple transport accidents, ensuring that the Imperial army forcibly occupying Incom Corporation's headquarters on Fresia could never send enough troops and engineers there. The shortage of personnel and equipment made it extremely difficult for the Imperial Intelligence Department to relocate Incom's equipment, search for data and blueprints, and find the X-wing prototype.
Then, through an informant inside the Intelligence Department, Mon Mothma fed them a terrible idea—send away Incom Corporation's criminals first.
Naturally, the people who could be called "criminals" in the forced nationalization of Incom Corporation were all senior executives, engineers, and technical personnel.
The Intelligence Department's director took the advice. He split up his already insufficient forces again, pulling personnel away from searching the databases and prototypes to prioritize arresting and transferring people. He agreed mainly because he wanted to secure something first—complete part of the objective, settle the criminals, and then concentrate his forces on finding the things they had yet to locate.
The Intelligence Department's director had never imagined that Fresia, located in the Core Worlds, would come under attack.
Thus, the operation left Fresia undermanned, but that was far from enough. Mon Mothma once again demonstrated her diplomatic ability and extensive connections. She contacted the liberal democratic faction within Kuat Drive Yards and planned a riot.
The Galactic Empire did know that Kuat Drive Yards was unstable, but they believed Little Kuat and Dunn Vesex were enough to suppress those destabilizing factors, so they did not pay it much attention.
As a result, the riot abducted a group of senior engineers who yearned