Councilor Chum sat in his office staring at nothing. Though he had been staring at nothing for the past two hours, his mind was a whirl of activity. His calling was to protect his people by serving his government. But in this case the government was failing his people. They needed to at least know about the threat the Imperium posed.
He was loathe to go against the decision of the council. But protecting his people and his planet was more important to him than a single poor political decision.
He tapped a few buttons on his vid-comm. The face of Yarmin Derd, his old friend, came up on the screen.
"Gorg! How are you my friend?"
"I've been better. I just had a meeting with the council. They've chosen not to take any action with regard to the Imperium at this time."
Yarmin sat back in his chair and let out a long-suffering sigh.
"They refuse to acknowledge that there's a threat. You know what this could mean."
"I need your advice, old friend. I need to make this threat seem real to my people."
Yarmin appeared to consider for awhile. "I'll give you the contact information for this young woman I recently became acquainted with. She has several... useful... skills. I suggest that you utilize her."
"What's her name?"