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Mili had lived her whole life in the middle blocks of southern Coruscant, far from the Senate district and the trillions of lives around never improved.
Her family had worked in the warehouses for generations, and when receiving goods, information always leaked through too.
When shipments from Naboo came through again, well...
The rumors came along as well.
“Thirty-nine trillion registered sentients on Coruscant! Twice as many with no ident and four times as many droids!”
“The Chancellor claims to speak for us! The Chancellor claims to aid!"
"Two hundred trillion thoughts on Coruscant say the Senate’s full of Sith!”