"Seventh hell!"
I groaned and sank into the chair. The massive piece of furniture in the Grand Moff's office in the Citadel on Christophsis creaked treacherously. Yeah, it was a bit heavy for it, but oh well — it's not organic, it won't fall apart.
Still, I really should consider taking off the armor at least within the confines of my own residence. What could threaten me here? Especially with protectors like these.
"Tulak Hord, you must be laughing at me, making me serve this Jedi," a light-skinned Dashade muttered quietly in his usual manner, standing alongside his kin on either side of the main entrance to the room I'd entered moments ago after a long conversation with the Council. Yeah, I'd never heard so many classic ideas of Marxism-Jediism before. And I'm not sure I ever want to talk to these motley, alternatively-gifted types again.
And we had a lot to talk about.
"Stop your whining, Khem Val," I cut off his wailing in the Dashade language. I hadn't known it before — like many others — but self-education is a great thing.
The Holocrons stolen from the Temple remained in the Citadel on Zakuul — under the protection of racially loyal guards and a dozen assault corps. Even if someone wanted to make off with them, they'd have to kill thousands of beings, and more importantly, overcome the defenses installed in the ancient artifact vault, set up on the same principle Exar Kun once used to protect the Golden Globe on Yavin IV. I seriously doubt that among any hypothetical thieves there'd be an extraordinarily gifted Light hero capable of looting what had already been looted.
However, despite the power and knowledge of three Force Ghosts, the information settled in my skull still seemed insufficient. So I spent every free minute studying ancient knowledge. There were plenty of sources. A small selection — mostly combat techniques, thanks to which I'd managed to advance in learning Soresu and Ataru last year — was aboard the Defender. I'd, as they say, sucked it dry. I'd wanted to get into a couple of the Holocrons I'd brought along, but I found a more interesting 'toy'.
It seemed the Hero of Tython was knowledgeable not only in swinging a lightsaber and methods of eliminating beings, but in many other aspects as well. He hadn't bothered to create a full-fledged Holocron, but in his archive on Yavin IV, he'd collected literally everything he could get his hands on. Recordings found in the ruins of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, Sith knowledge, Voss techniques... there was just about everything there.
Speech comprehension — a subsection of the 'Telepathy' technique — was present in that body of information. And considering the variety of beings gathering under my command, I figured mastering such a technique wouldn't be amiss.
And now, like that C-3PO, I understood practically any language. Including being able to make out that mixture of gurgling and growling that the Dashades passed off as their own dialect. And I've cursed it a thousand times.
Because, unlike his red-skinned comrade, Khem Val never liked just talking. Really-truly, he mostly complained to his long-dead first master about the vicissitudes of his fate.
"Have a conscience — you've been saying the same thing for days," I said reproachfully. "It's distracting."
"Say what you want, Jedi," Val growled in a low, hoarse voice under his breath. "You defeated me in a moment of my weakness..."
"I wiped every corner of the Yavin fortress with you," I had to remind him. "So stop whining about what a weakling you are. I'm starting to regret making you my bodyguard at all."
."..but when I reclaim my full strength..." the voice from the door kept droning on.
Sighing, I closed my eyes, trying to detach from the surrounding world.
I had a lot to think about.
Because the situation was extremely unpleasant.
As soon as the show for Palpatine with that entire extended meeting was over, I insisted on a conversation with the Council. Privately.
"Masters," it was hard to contain my irritation. "Given the current operational situation, I ask once again that you postpone sending the younglings to Christophsis. It's too dangerous..."
"This decision was not easy for me to make," Yoda said. "But otherwise, I cannot act. Young Jedi need practice."
"After the loss of the Holocrons," Windu chimed in, "a difficult time has come for the Jedi Order. The rising generation is among the most gifted. Therefore, the Council has decided to send the most promising groups of younglings to gain knowledge outside the Temple as well."
"The children will find themselves in a death trap if the Separatists manage to surround us," Gallia remarked.
"You must prevent this," Yoda frowned. "We believe in your victory, Master Dougan. You have proven more than once that you are capable of more..."
"Is that why I wasn't invited to the meeting where it was decided that the Hawk-bat Clan would be flying into the thick of combat operations?" I clarified. "And for that matter, I don't recall the Council convening even once since Commander Tano's expulsion from the Order... Or," I frowned, noticing the exchanged glances among most of the Masters, "was I simply not informed?"
"It is not the time to discuss such trifles," Ki-Adi-Mundi declared. "The loss of Master Tiin is a great blow to the Order."
"Baron Kirvan must be brought to justice for his atrocities," Kit Fisto confidently stated.
"Master Dougan will handle this," Yoda said. "Confident I am in this..."
"Forgive me, Grand Master," I drew their attention. "But taking risks when confronting him is not in my nature."
"What do you mean?" concern crept into Plo Koon's voice.
"Exactly what I said," I shrugged. "I won't be straining myself to take him prisoner."
"You speak of killing," Shaak Ti exclaimed. "That is... unacceptable for a Jedi!"
"Is it really?" I feigned surprise. "So, our lightsabers are just for show?"
"A Jedi uses a weapon for defense," Obi-Wan spoke up. "Not for attack."
"And you split Darth Maul in half while defending yourself?" I clarified.
"Precisely so," Kenobi's hologram grew serious. A truly Jedi expression on his face. But we know...
"Perhaps we should replay the holo-recording?" I suggested. "It clearly shows where half-measures led... A living, healthy Sith who should have been finished off eleven years ago. And now — we're admitting our helplessness..."
"This debate has been going on for millennia," Yoda interrupted our exchange. "A different question is important — how to find and stop the Baron?"
"And we also need to decide who will enter the Council in Saesee Tiin's place," Windu grumbled.
Just like that... One Jedi was there, and now he's not. As if his being killed like a mangy dog means nothing. It's not important. We need to quickly put someone else in his chair.
Oh, you simpletons. I'm amazed they weren't wiped out earlier.
"So," I clarified, "we're just going to move on to discussing the new Council member?"
"Do you have some problem with that, Master?" the green-skinned owner of head-tentacles flashed a charming smile. Hmm, even his teeth are gleaming on the hologram. It's clear where all the strategic reserves of the Temple's 'Blendamed' go.
"Actually," Adi spoke up, "it's not just him. Kirvan has killed many Jedi. No fewer than Ventress or Grievous. And we still have no plan to capture him."
"And we're not even discussing that point," the Mirialan seconded.
Oh my word, how pleasant it is when your comrades have your back.
"What's there to discuss?" Piell grumbled. "We need a strike team. Track him down and kill..."
"Master Piell!" Windu addressed him with emphasis. "Killing him in the current situation would be a crime."
"And why is that?" the Lannik was taken aback.
"The second Sith Dooku spoke of could be him."
You green little weasel.
"You can't be serious, Grand Master?" I asked, hoping for the best. "The second Sith is in the Senate. Dooku said as much..."
"He could have lied," Ki-Adi-Mundi remarked.
Though... what was I hoping for? Ah, forgive us, Revan, we've screwed everything up. Game over, Council.
"I agree with Master Mundi," Yoda said. "If we capture Kirvan, we can interrogate him. And obtain valuable information..."
Oh, sure. And none of you are about to risk your own hides — it's written all over your smug faces. Here you go, Dougan, sign on the dotted line.
"I hear you, Masters," the phrase came out somewhat... threatening.
"I fundamentally disagree with the Council's decision," Even Piell spoke up. The large-eared being looked to be in a state close to rage. "We need a specially created unit to hunt him. I'm ready to lead it and..."
"This is not up for discussion," Windu cut him off. "Baron Kirvan and General Grievous are Master Dougan's concern."
Bastard. A dumb bastard.
That's the only way I could think of the Korun right now.
"Let us return to discussing more pressing matters," Kit Fisto suggested calmly. You insufferable toad. Fine, we'll see who wins the game of 'Who dies first loses.' I'm quite confident it won't be me.
"I propose Master Coleman Kcaj for the vacant position," Plo Koon said. "He is a judicious Jedi, and his experience could prove useful to us."
"I second that," Windu nodded.
"It seems to me that Stass Allie would be a better fit for this position," I said calmly. The Jedi — most of them, at least — exchanged glances. "She's one of the Order's best healers, a skilled fighter, and has proven herself well as a Jedi Consular. In my opinion, with her participation, the Council would be more... balanced."
"I object," Fisto said lazily. "She hasn't done so much for the Order that she deserves such praise..."
Well, and what have you done for hip-hop, you stub? Meanwhile, you're just warming a seat on the Council.
Closing my eyes, I called upon the Force to ward off the irritation creeping over me.
God, how they all infuriate me. It's simply beyond comprehension. It feels like I could talk for hours about the incompetence of this Council, which single-handedly botched the entire galaxy. Just when you think, 'surely there must be a couple of grams of adequacy somewhere,' the Council once again signs off on its own mental impotence.
"Yes, I agree with Master Fisto," Plo Koon said. "Stass is too young for this position..."
Piell loudly cleared his throat, drawing attention.
"I didn't know Council members were chosen by age," he sneered. "If we're comparing those two, Kcaj is nothing special. Besides being friends with many senators and attending the same Opera performances as the Chancellor. But personally, I rather doubt that this ability will positively influence the High Council in any way. Allie is a different matter. I've crossed paths with her many times — she makes great strides in her endeavors. Calm, judicious, open to dialogue. And Kcaj is a grouchy old Ongree. He's spent his entire life on Coruscant! What use is he?"
"I believe we must move to a vote," Yoda interjected. "To ascertain the other Council members' opinions on this matter."
"Actually," Luminara spoke up, "we could solve the problem of the Council's shortage much more simply."
"How so?" Windu frowned. And I wasn't too thrilled about Lumina's suggestion either. What was the green one up to?
"We could grant Master Dougan the rank of Master," she clarified the situation. "Then there would be exactly twelve of us. As it was established thousands of years ago."
"I object," who would have doubted it. Fisto, why are you always the first to start any ruckus? Are your head-tentacles pinching you or something?
"I concur," the amphibious Plo Koon seconded. It's not like I really wanted it anyway.
In reality, once I found myself on the Council — mostly against my own will — I deeply regretted it. Because these damn meetings alone took up a huge amount of time. First, we spent almost the entire day listening to reports from other commanders of the System Armies, and now, late at night, we were dealing with the Order's urgent business. Honestly — I wanted more MILITARY power, not internal political power.
And yet, I had no intention of slamming the door and leaving the Council. It was far too valuable a source of information to ignore. Especially since, in this capacity, I could at least have a little influence on the Order. Just look at this retrospective psychology with the Hawk-bat Clan. It took me a while to realize what a gold mine it was.
Not only were there two dozen kids there, not yet fully affected by Jedi zombification, but there was also an experienced mentor there. And, on top of everything else, part of their training schedule included visits to a separate Order Enclave, where rules were less strict and views on the world less dogmatic. A perfect way to draw the most notable individuals to my side.
So, I was mostly arguing for form's sake. Because I knew perfectly well that no one would actually bring them back — the Council is incapable of reversing its own decisions. That kind of thing damages the image, which is already tarnished enough on the military front.
As expected, the Council's votes were split. Windu, Kenobi, Koon, Mundi, Fisto, and Rancisis — who was indecently silent today — predictably formed a united front against my promotion.
Luminara, Adi, myself, and Piell — naturally, for. Interestingly, Shaak Ti — for whom I held no particular affection, just as she held none for me — unexpectedly supported my candidacy. Piell's support was more or less understandable — the guy is a soldier through and through, and the 'chop first with your sword, ask questions later' style I preach towards the enemy appeals to him immensely.
But what the hell was Ti's deal...
In practice, the difference between the positions — High Council Member and High Council Master — wasn't very big. The work was the same. As they say, 'paid three kopecks, but treated like a ruble.'
But for the first time in many years, I was the only non-Master on the Council. As Skywalker so tearfully put it: 'It's never been like this before.' That's precisely why the Order's rules regarding what a High Council Master is permitted to do did not, alas, apply to me.
Without the rank of Master, I couldn't access the secret part of the Archives, where the Holocrons were kept, or the secret information the Jedi had gathered over tens of thousands of years. Historical chronicles, delicate secrets... everything needed to hold the galaxy by the short hairs. But this Council apparently lacks either the brains or the courage. Well, not all of them.
Windu, as I recall, was quite ready to take control of the Senate, and Yoda's opinion didn't particularly matter to him. So it's safe to say that the Order's political impotence is Yoda's doing. Ten out of ten of Palpy's lightning bolts to the green one.
But what interested me most of all was the Great Holocron.
The Order's most valuable relic. The most guarded 'treasure'.
If there's a collection of knowledge about the Force in the galaxy greater than what's in that massive Holocron, I don't know of it. I'm certain that all the combined knowledge I possess doesn't hold a candle to what the Great Holocron contains.
I hadn't managed to capture it during the raid. Simply because it's the size of a decent speeder. And I want to get it.
So, since the Council's votes were effectively split, Yoda's opinion could be decisive. As is well known, his vote is equivalent to the votes of two other High Council members. And if he continues to favor me...
"I do not think the time has come to make Master Dougan a Master," Yoda said after several minutes of silence. "Perhaps someday, but not now."
Exchanging glances with Adi and Luminara, I shrugged.
Well, it didn't pan out. It happens. We'll see about the new Council member...
After that, things got curiouser and curiouser.
Because I caught myself realizing that I had effectively created an opposition within the Council. On the key question, the Council's opinions split once again. The five of us — myself, Unduli, Gallia, Ti, and Piell — supported the candidacy of Adi's cousin. The rest were pushing for Kcaj. And no compromise could be found. None at all.
No, we weren't being stubborn — 'if it's not our man, then no one.' It's just that Allie was genuinely and objectively more valuable on the Council than this Alien, whose merits I couldn't even recall.
Finally, when it became clear that the discussion had reached a dead end, I proposed considering other candidates for the position. And... it turned out there simply were none. None of the Council members had a candidate in mind that would satisfy everyone — and without that, a new Master wasn't in the cards. Only unanimous approval would do.
So we adjourned. Four hours of beating around the bush — and zero results.
Illuminating, I must admit.
Running through what had happened in my memory, my thoughts smoothly turned to everything that had occurred that day.
First and most importantly — reinforcements would be sent to my army, as well as to Adi and Luminara. A few ships and a whole lot of clones. That's good.
The bad part was different.
Palpatine, for some reason, had assigned me to deal with the mess on the Outer Rim. Right where the CIS had prepared a deeply echeloned defense. Where Grievous and that undead piece of work Kirvan were present.
Plus, on top of that — nearly a million Coruscant Guard troops.
On one hand, it was all wonderful. I could pursue my own party's policy — earn the loyalty of soldiers and officers, prepare my own rear areas.
But would I have the time?
The forces I currently have are barely enough for a proper defense. Essentially, I need to create my own defensive network parallel to analogous CIS sectors. Without that, any moderately sized Separatist fleet will sweep through the territories like a horde across the steppes.
And consequently, there would be a whole lot of fighting ahead, for a very long time. Just to at least delay whatever Palpatine had in store for me.
Does it surprise me that, under the guise of help and 'placing great trust' in me, he's trying to tie my hands and feet by making me deal with superior CIS forces? No, it doesn't surprise me. I was prepared for something like this. But not this fast.
What is he trying to achieve? Does he want to use my hands to neutralize the CIS's advantage in this region? Judging by the fact that they've halted major operations in the Core and the Mid Rim, their target is the Outer Rim. And a significant part of its territory is my area of responsibility.
Will the fact that Kamino and Rothana are now effectively working for me help? It should.
Bloody hell, so much work.
Just the clones alone — millions of them, needing to be distributed among the Jedi. The most competent ones available. If I'm somewhat confident in the units serving under my direct command, the others...
A signal beeped, announcing that the pre-invited 'stars' were at the entrance door.
For now, there was a lull on the 'front' the enemy was definitely preparing some dirty trick, that's for sure. But for us, this break in active operations was an opportunity to replenish our losses; fortunately, clones and ships were flowing into the army in an endless stream. So, for tomorrow's lunch, I had scheduled the holding of the so-called 'collegium.'
Essentially a pointless exercise. Gather all unit commanders to tell them what good and bad had happened over the past year, assign new tasks, and communicate direct orders and plans for the upcoming campaign. A fantastically necessary activity, especially when the CIS could launch an attack at any moment.
But before that happened, I decided to have a face-to-face conversation with those I could trust. However, that was to happen the next morning — half a day before the collegium.
Glancing at the chronometer, I smirked.
Should have spent less time talking to the Council. Tomorrow had already arrived. And, by the look of things, those I needed to talk and consult with before the full-scale meeting had arrived.
"Let them in," I ordered.
The doors slid open, letting Oli inside. The girl, glancing sideways at the brutes, timidly slipped past them into the office, then, nodding in greeting, inquired:
"You still haven't slept?"
"Didn't have time," I smirked. "What about you?"
The Padawan looked somewhat rumpled. Which clearly indicated that she hadn't closed her eyes either. But for what reason?
"Was training with Ahsoka and Kira," she sighed. "Two obsessed maniacs."
"Look who's talking about obsession," I smiled, rising from the desk to meet the girl.
"No, that's not what I meant, - the girl stroked her neck. - We were fencing all night long. I'm literally falling apart."
"And you did that knowing you'd need to be ready for me in the morning? - I asked, surprised. She'd never been particularly fond of extended fencing sessions before. Why would she change her mind now? It couldn't be because of those manipulations done to her on Belsavis, could it? With Kira, it's clear - she sublimates her own rage that way."
"Teacher, - Oli said, bitterness in her voice. - Honestly. I'm tired of waiting to be truly needed by you. And listening to tales... Ekh, what a waste of my youth..."
"Keep joking about it and I'll feed you to the Dashades, - I promised, approaching the girl and turning her toward the exit by the shoulders."
Oli shuddered when she saw both monsters perk up.
"I'll eat her lower half, - Khem rasped."
"We'll split her into equal halves, - the Chieftain objected. - The tastiest part of a human female is the filet."
"T-teacher, - Oli pressed against me as we passed the monsters. - You understand them. What were they just saying?"
"They paid you a compliment, - I explained. - They really liked your ass."
* * *
Every Citadel had a good dozen tactical halls. In the one on Christophsis, eight were provided for the needs of the headquarters and other army units. Getting into them wasn't that hard - you just needed the right pass, and the guards from the Christophsian militia would escort you to the right room.
The Grand Tactical Hall was a huge amphitheater designed for more than five hundred beings. It somewhat resembled the one in the Jedi Temple. And it was twice as amusing when you remembered whose design this massive building was built to.
Our path led to the Small Tactical Hall. This room, whose existence was known only to a very limited number of beings, lay in the very heart of the Citadel - the most protected place in the structure. You could launch an orbital strike on my residence, and most of the part designated for my personal use would still survive. As would all the information and all the beings inside. Because a deflector equal in strength to the planetary shield recently installed on Christophsis was no joke. And the legion of skybies hidden in its depths was the icing on the cake. As was the commander of that fine security unit.
From the floor where my office was located, a separate turbolift led to the small hall, which Oli and I used. As soon as the cabin reached the required level and the doors opened, we were met by several beings who I hadn't found a use for yet, so they served as commanders of my guard.
"Master, - Darth Hexid bowed to me. Darth Simi, standing beside her, silently repeated the gesture."
"Is everyone here?"
"Yes."
"Well, time for us to go."
Ignoring the Zabrak women following me and my student, I walked down the corridor to the right room.
As soon as the armored doors slid apart, the four of us entered.
In size, the small hall was like a football field, and it was called "small" only because it had the most modest dimensions of all the others.
In its center stood a huge holoterminal, like the one installed on Odessen - but a modern model, created by a small company from the Mid Rim. Naturally, affiliated with our other "official" enterprises. I liked such devices for their functionality and the scale of their projections. They were now united into a closed broadcast network, protected from hacking by the artificial intelligence of one of the Gemini droids - a development we owed to the Maw Installation and one outstanding cyberneticist who had actually designed all the "internals" for the equipment - both stationary and portable.
Also, inside were a large number of computer terminals and servers storing heavily encrypted information that I had no intention of making public for my official activities as army commander. At least, not now.
"Glad to see everyone, - I said without a hint of irony, approaching the holoprojector. Those assembled, who had been busy with their own affairs, followed suit."
Activating the device, I set up an encrypted communication channel with several of my subordinates, waiting for the response.
"New recruits? - the Dark Woman grinned, approaching me. Following her gaze, I smiled back."
"Yes. Lovely ladies. Like them?"
"They reek of the Dark Side, - she explained. - That could be a problem."
"I know. That's why they're here - where they can't be detected."
Most of the Citadel's interior rooms were shielded from the Force. Thanks to the endless stream of creatures from Myrkr. And some other materials that prevented the Force inside the structure from escaping.
There weren't that many present. But more than enough to advance my Plan further.
An'ya Kuro had brought three more Jedi to this meeting. The sweet pair - Tholme and T'ra S'a. And the Dark Woman's former padawan - John Antilles.
"Are you sure about them? - I asked quietly."
"As sure as I am of myself, - Kuro shrugged. - I've known Tholme and S'a for over twenty years. They know the truth, and neither is exactly thrilled to spend the rest of their life in the backwoods, avoiding Sith trackers. I wouldn't say they're burning with desire to join a civil war. I'd classify them as passive allies. Somewhere in a headquarters would suit them fine."
"Interesting. I was just thinking that Tholme, with his idea of a separatist intelligence network, would be an excellent candidate for the position of head of the Empire's security service."
"Maybe so, - Kuro replied without a hint of emotion. - In various kinds of intrigue, this pair has no equal. Small wonder they've led the entire Order by the nose for half their lives, and even Windu couldn't catch them "in the act.""
"Assume that's clear with them, - I suggested. - What about Antilles?"
"John is a wanderer. The Force guides him. Like his girlfriend Fay."
"I remember that name. She was supposed to arrive in the army several weeks ago, but got lost somewhere."
"It's innate in them, - An'ya agreed. - Wanderers - they're a bit not of this world. They roam the galaxy wherever the Force takes them. And they look for someone to help."
"A dream team, - I smiled. - Are they both on our side?"
"I can vouch for John, - Kuro said confidently. - He may be taciturn, but he has an excellent sense of self-preservation..."
"Which didn't help him in the history I know."
"He listens to me. And if I say this cause is right, he agrees."
"And Fay?"
An'ya shook her head.
"That's more complicated. She's older than Yoda, and what goes on in her head, you can't know without cracking her skull open. Personally, I wouldn't count on it. Her relationship with John... is peculiar, but none of the living have any strong influence over her. For as long as I've known her, Fay has always been an orthodox adherent of the Light Side. She used to lead the Shadows, but left when she felt like wandering and helping everyone indiscriminately."
"We need to be careful with her, - I agreed."
"Don't worry, little one, - the Dark Woman smirked. - If it comes to a fight, I've got your back."
"Someone else will need covering, - I snorted."
"Doubting that the leader of the Shadow Corps can take care of herself? - she narrowed her eyes threateningly."
"I'm convinced that any enemy of yours is merely a future corpse, - I assured her. - If I doubted you, I would never have prepared the position you're to take in the Empire."
"That's more like it, - she snorted with deep satisfaction. - Keep in mind, I'm not getting into bed with you."
"Too old for this shit?" - I clarified with a cheerful smile.
"I'm afraid you'd finish before I even got started, - the Dark Woman returned the joke. - Besides, you already have enough bedmates, - she nodded toward the several girls standing opposite us. - I don't want to be one of many."
"And what about the dogma that Jedi have nothing personal? - I smirked. - Everything is shared, as the founders of Marxism-Jediism bequeathed."
"And they all fall for that? - Kuro was surprised. Taking my silence as an answer, she shook her head. - The beings in our Temple are getting smaller... and the reason in them."
Meanwhile, those present had already surrounded the terminal, waiting for the meeting to start. However, until the others connected, that wasn't even to be thought of.
But I had time to assess those who had joined me over the year of my intense labor.
Sia-Lan Wezz. An excellent fencer, a cute little woman. And, most intriguingly, a quite competent general. The casualty rate in her corps was one of the lowest. A good acquisition. People like her would form the backbone of the "generalship" when the time came to step out of the shadows. Someone had to lead my ground forces to victory, right? And who could be better than those already battle-hardened?
In the same category, I included Aayla Secura and Siri Tachi. The girls were quite competent in matters of war. Even if they weren't as successful at minimizing losses, they were respected in their units. And they didn't disdain gaining new experience - the zeal with which they seized upon studying the tactical manuals of the Sith Empire was only praiseworthy.
Kaili Omas. So far the only healer in our "company." It took a lot of work to get her consent. Oh, how many nerves all those mental manipulations cost me...
And how tired I was of them - poking around in other people's minds.
The holoterminal beeped, signaling that the connection with remote subscribers had been established.
Literally a few seconds later, the holograms of two Council Masters appeared.
"How interesting, - the Dark Woman voiced. - Gallia and Unduli are with us too?"
"Surprised? - I snorted. - And I thought the Shadows knew everything..."
The woman snorted indignantly.
"It's not easy to find time for a secret communication session, - Gallia smiled at those present."
"Good day, - Unduli greeted, less expressively."
"Oh, Dougan, - the Tholothian didn't let me open my mouth. - And what new faces are in our little circle of interest-based conspiracies?"
"She annoys me, - Hexid said quietly in the Zabrak dialect. Oh, how interesting. This was the first time the Zabrak women had shown their feisty character. After Yavin 4, they hadn't even lifted their eyes from the floor. And here they were, stirring..."
"A good Jedi is a dead Jedi, - Simi replied coldly. - She would make a good battery for me..."
"For your information, - Gallia unexpectedly replied in the same language, - I hold the same view regarding the Sith. Dougan, - she addressed me in Basic, - couldn't you keep your new whores on a leash?"
My relationship with Adi... was peculiar. Despite the fact that I had secured her support and influence, over time she had managed to expand the boundaries of what was allowed somewhat. It reminded me a bit of what happened with Revan. Going to kill the Emperor, he fell under the latter's mental control and returned to the Republic to find the Star Forge for his new master. However, over time, the Jedi managed to overcome the power of Sith magic and take control of his own mind. But the Emperor's implants played a cruel trick. Revan began to think that he himself wanted to seize the Star Forge and build his own Empire.
So it was with the Tholothian. Now her mind had almost polished over the traces of my intrusion. But the main points remained. Though without servility, she was loyal to me. Not as a servant or a slave girl. More like a battle comrade. Who could allow herself certain liberties when communicating in the circle of other ladies.
As they say - once is not a womanizer. And, although things were good with Adi, neither she nor I sought to develop our relationship further. A no-strings-attached hookup with a Jedi Master - what could be better?
"Ahem, - I stroked the stubble on my chin. - Meet. Adi Gallia - Darth Hexid, Darth Simi. And no, Adi, they are my bodyguards, not..."
"Bodyguard-whores? - the Tholothian asked impassively. - Original. Just don't come near me right after them."
Quiet chuckles sounded. Remember what I said about my relationship with Adi? Forget it. It seems that Hutt empathy will come back to haunt me. I wonder if there are any ladies left in my circle who don't want to fuck me? Catching Luminara's eye, I sighed with relief. It seems there are.
"About whores next time, - I promised those assembled. - Let's get down to business. Events are developing faster than expected. The Separatists are tightening the noose around three of our armies. Given that it's only around ours, it can't be a coincidence. Just like the fact that Chancellor Palpatine - also known as the Sith Lord Darth Sidious - personally ensured that I would lead all three armies during this crisis. By his blessing, all available clones from Kamino are being sent under our banners. Likewise, all the resources of Kamino and Rothana are being transferred to my direct control."
"Not the most positive news, - Aayla remarked."
"Especially, - Sia-lan added, - considering that a huge number of Jedi have been sent to us."
"And padawans, - Kaili added. - The half-dozen that arrived haven't been assigned yet. And frankly, they're getting on my nerves."
"Oh yes, - too much in my head to keep it all. Looks like it's time to start writing things down. - Padawans..."
"They can be placed under the wing of other Jedi, - a voice came from the shadows. And, literally the next minute, a short Togruta appeared near the holoterminal."
"Ahsoka, - I grinned. - I was wondering where you'd disappeared to..."
"More and more interesting, - An'ya smirked. - Padawan Tano..."
"No, - the girl objected in a calm tone. Looking over those present, she gave a small bow in my direction. - Lady Tano. At your service, my Emperor."
* * *
The Grand Tactical Hall of the Citadel could barely hold everyone who "wanted" to be there. Dozens of Jedi, clones, officers... Alone or in groups, they filled the room to capacity.
Despite the fact that the organizers apparently hadn't planned any seating arrangement, those gathered had clearly divided into three categories, between which a slight distrust was perceptible on a purely subconscious level.
"Still, quite a lot, - Oli said, taking a surreptitious gulp of an energy drink. Comfortably settled in the last rows of the hall, she could, like a predator, track everything happening in the entire room. The Teacher had strictly forbidden her to show herself until the council was over. And it was better not to anger him. The memories of Master Balk's fine-grained demise were still fresh."
"All the Jedi and padawans, the admirals and commanders of the Gent, - Ahsoka said quietly. - I never thought there were so many of them..."
"The staffers in full force, - Oli reported, squinting. - Commanders of all commando squads, all corps and legions, representatives of the militia... Yeah, that's some serious power."
"Uh-huh, - the girl said gloomily. - But we're just standing still. And we could have..."
"Silence in the hall! - the Teacher's voice came, amplified by the equipment. Along with a number of reporting officers, he surrounded a holoterminal similar to the one Oli had seen that morning."
As if by magic, all conversation in the room ceased. Listening to the Force, Starstone noted that the attention of everyone present, without exception, was fixed on her mentor. A mixture of feelings - from delight and respect to poorly concealed skepticism and irritation. The padawan tried resentfully to trace the sources of negative thoughts about her teacher, but achieved no success in that endeavor. As always, she lacked persistence. And her attention kept wandering.
The girl, sighing, touched her lightsaber. Almost immediately, a wave of calm washed over her. Yes, the Teacher had masterfully selected her crystals. But due to her youth, she still couldn't overcome her habit of saying everything that was on her mind. And all she had to do was touch her lightsaber more often - and her head would clear immediately.
After her mind calmed down, she easily detected the source of negative emotions. A group of Jedi. Oli strained her memory to recall their names. And with surprise, she realized she remembered each of them by name.
Soara Antana. A good acquaintance of Master Kenobi.
Rahm Kota. Commander of the "Ruusan Rebels" unit - volunteers whose mere appearance made the girl shiver. Real cutthroats who, after a single operation as part of what was then the 13th Sector Army, had been recalled to Ord Pardron, where they remained to this day.
A silent Jedi who had recently fought under the Dark Woman. His name, she thought, was Mo. A gloomy, deliberately sluggish Boltranian who exuded only detached danger. He was one of the Shadows, the most mysterious corps within the Order. The Teacher had told her that they were a kind of "cleaners" of the Jedi, hunting the spawn of the Dark Side. And their worldview was extremely simple - whatever is not Light is to be destroyed. Master Kuro said he was a "thing in itself." And she strongly advised against trying to recruit him.
Another from the group of "dissatisfied" stood out among the rest. He wore the traditional garb of the Tatooine bandits. The Teacher treated him extremely coldly. And from the fragments of Dougan's memories, Oli would prefer not to get involved with him at all.
Meanwhile, Oli sensed that agitation was beginning in the room. Tearing herself from her thoughts, she swept her gaze across the audience. People and Jedi were conversing among themselves about something. Only the clones maintained their composure.
"What's happening? - she whispered."
"Dougan briefed everyone on the Separatist actions, - Ahsoka whispered back. - The prospect of encirclement doesn't sit well with many... Despite the reinforcements."
Oli sighed quietly.
It is what it is.
The barracks on Christophsis were literally bursting with the endless stream of clones. Companies, battalions, legions... Sometimes entire corps arrived in the system. Considering that the girl was aware of exactly how they were obtained... It became frightening to realize that the Jedi and other commanders considered the clones as nothing more than things that could be traded for others.
"So, - the Teacher drew attention, cutting through the din of voices. - You know the situation on the fronts. Now it's time to discuss the state of our ranks. Colonel Dialo, - the named officer stood up. - How are things with replenishing our ranks?"
"At the moment, - the head of personnel and logistics checked his datapad, - we are two hundred percent staffed with line infantry and specialists in all fields. Meanwhile, reinforcements continue to arrive. According to the provisions of the GAR Charter, we are filling out existing units, or forming new ones using the numbers of units listed in the army registry as destroyed or disbanded with heavy losses."
"How many line infantry corps do we have at the moment?"
"Twenty-seven, sir, - the colonel answered without hesitation. - Fully staffed with experienced fighters from the first three generations of Kamino clones. But only some of them have direct Jedi commanders. In connection with which, your decision is needed."
"Good, - the Teacher brought up the available army summaries on one of the monitors. - Let's deal with that now. 8th Infantry Corps, formed from the 204th, 187th, 313th Legions and the 4th Infantry Brigade, which includes the 104th Battalion, 442nd Siege Battalion, the Rancor Battalion, the 38th Tank Division, and also - the Tango and Ghost companies. The corps commander is appointed Marshal-Commander Nyx, - the indicated clone, former commander of the 204th Legion, rose from his seat. - Congratulations on the promotion."
"To whom should I hand over the legion, sir? - asked the clone."
"Senior Clone-Commander Flash, - from the group of clones, the named fighter stood up. Oli was surprised to notice that he had a large number of cybernetic prosthetics. - From now on, the 204th is under your command."
"Yes, sir, - the clone replied quietly but confidently."
"5th Shock Corps comes under the command of Senior Clone-Commander Master, - another commander rose to his feet. - 6th, - another clone rose from his seat. - Senior Clone-Commander Ded, I hope we'll work well together."
"Undoubtedly, sir."
The Teacher, smoothing his hair, continued.
"7th Air Corps, - one of the clones with yellow markings on his armor rose from his seat. - Marshal Cody, and also Marshals Nyx, Master, and Ded. From now on, you are part of a unit that operates directly under my command."
"Yes, sir, - four throats barked in unison."
"Excellent, - the man smirked, then continued: - So, 21st New... wait a moment. Captain Rex, - one of the clones sitting next to Marshal Cody rose from his seat. - You command the Torrent Company in the 501st, correct?"
"Nominally, I do, sir."
"Then congratulations. Now you legally command the 501st in all realities. Your position as company commander will be taken by Captain Boroda, - another clone rose from his seat. Judging by the fact that he was wearing the updated armor used by the Gent, he was clearly a veteran of that unit. Possibly one of the junior commanders of the 204th Legion. Looking closer," Oli smirked. Indeed, the breastplate of the new commander of the Torrent Company was adorned with the emblem of the legion that bore the glorious name "Dougan's Fist." How interesting.
Meanwhile, the former Captain Rex snapped to attention. Of course, promotions in the clone army did happen. But mostly, new commanders were simply sent to replace those who had been lost. The 501st often appeared in GAR reports as one of the legions where commanders didn't last long. That's why it had been effectively commanded by Captain Rex - one of the few officers of that unit who had survived to this day.
"Returning to the 21st Corps, - a fighter in the characteristic attire of that unit rose from his seat. - You come under the command of General Tholme."
"Yes, sir."
"I entrust the 9th Shock Corps to the care of General T'ra S'a. The 63rd Shock Corps remains under the command of Sera Keto. The 77th Reconnaissance Corps - still under the leadership of General Tem... Kuro, - Oli suppressed a chuckle, imagining how the title "General Dark Woman" would sound. - General Entana, - a pleasant-looking middle-aged woman rose from her seat. - I am relieving you of command of the 89th Corps..."
"For what reason? - the Jedi flared up."
"When you learn to value the lives of your subordinates, - the Teacher said, squinting, - we'll talk about returning you to command. That's all. Rii'ke En, - a tall, powerfully built young Jedi with short black hair rose from his seat. - From now on, you will work together with the commander of the 89th Corps, Marshal Zorgi."
Before the eyes of all present, the Jedi, without a word, moved to sit next to the marshal, who, upon hearing his name, also rose from his seat to personally see his new commander. A more than telling gesture.
"General Stass Allie, Marshal Neyo, - the Teacher, catching both with his eyes, nodded to his thoughts. - From now on, the 91st Reconnaissance Legion is under your command."
"95th Reconnaissance Corps, - a clone rose to his feet. - Marshal Iv'an, congratulations on your promotion. You will work together with General A'Sharad Hett, - hearing this, Oli was surprised. Had the Teacher really risked entrusting such a unit as an entire corps to someone "unreliable"?"
"156th Shock Corps, - Oli caught out of the corner of her ear how the two sitting nearby - a Jedi and a clone - rose. - General Tachi, Marshal Ventor, continue working together. The 178th Landing Corps transfers to the command of General Xiaan Amersu, - the Rutian Twi'lek, getting to her feet, began looking around for her unit's commander. - Marshal Lodbrok is in the hospital. You can thank Knight Sitra for that. So you have a little time to familiarize yourself with the unit. I advise you to pay less attention to piloting a starfighter and more to tactical planning."
"Yes, Master Dougan, - the Twi'lek said quietly, sitting back down in her place, like all the previous Jedi and clones."
"190th Shock Corps, - the Teacher continued. - Marshal Hellagen, - and again the clone rose from his seat. - You are placed at the disposal of Jedi Master B'ink Utrila, - the Lethan Twi'lek, along with her padawan - a girl with blue hair - moved to sit beside her clone."
"The 207th Star Corps of Marshal Ogra transfers to the command of General Mander Zum. The 212th Reconnaissance Corps remains under the command of Jedi Knight Rachi Sitra. Marshal-Commander Sinilian, - he met eyes with the indicated clone. - That's the last warning for your general."
"I understand, Master, - the violet-skinned Twi'lek said, lowering her eyes."
"Thank Marshal Synillian for vouching for you," Dougan shook his head. "Next. The 217th Assault Corps remains under the command of General Sia-Lan Wezz and Marshal Riviriv. The 224th Assault Corps — Marshal Blade and General Melik Galera. The 305th Landing Corps..." The teacher paused briefly, considering something. Then, raising his head, he searched among the clones for the one he needed. "Marshal Mifispi." Waiting until the clone stood at attention before the Grand Moff, he asked, "How do you rate your last commander's performance?"
"She performed well, sir," the clone reported. "Given the circumstances... she did everything she could. I don't know if anyone could have done better in her place."
"Good. Quite a flattering assessment. Commander Deran Naluan..." Oli noticed with surprise that besides her friend, there was another Togruta among the Jedi. "The 305th remains under your command."
"Yes, Master Dougan," the girl bowed, returning to her seat.
"Knight Olana Chion." A young woman in traditional Jedi robes rose from her seat. "You are assigned command of the 332nd Landing Corps. Marshal Zakari, I trust you will work well together."
"Without a doubt, sir," the clone answered briskly, with a slight smile.
"The 327th Star Corps continues operations under the command of General Aayla Secura and Marshal Blay."
"The 416th Star Corps is now led by Master K'Kruhk," the Jedi said after several moments of silence. "His marshal, Erkas, is currently in the med center as well. You'll meet him later."
"Marshal Nomad's 611th Landing Corps." Another clone rose to his feet. "You're being placed under Master Bol Chatak's command. That," the teacher shook his head, "concludes the staffing of existing corps. With the formation of new ones, the remaining Jedi will be assigned to those units."
"Now," the teacher sighed, "regarding the reorganization of fleet squadrons. Arrow Squadron groups are being disbanded and reformed into Rapier strike squadrons under Rear Admiral Zsinj, Dagger under Rear Admiral Pin, Sling under Rear Admiral Grunger, Catapult under Rear Admiral Takel, and Scythe under Rear Admiral Batch. Additionally, a Scimitar squadron is being formed based on Commodore Sagoro Autem's group. Commodore Voss Parck..." The officer, whose face and head were almost entirely covered in medical bandages, rose slightly unsteadily. "You will lead the Sledgehammer strike squadron. Several more squadrons are currently being formed, which will come under the command of Commodores Jan Dodonna, Adar Tallon, Teren Rogriss, and Trauten Teradoc. Over time, we'll bring the number of strike squadrons up to two dozen, but for now, we work with what we have. Now, regarding objectives for the strike squadrons and other fleet forces. The Christophsis Defense Fleet, under Admiral Shirano, due to Senate-amended regulations placing planetary defense forces under system army commanders, now falls under my direct command. The objective remains the same — defense of the Christoph system. For the other strike squadrons — nothing major changes. Destruction of enemy forces, escort of landing forces. Each squadron's strength will be increased to five Venator-class Star Destroyers, twenty Hammerhead-class heavy cruisers, an equal number of Marauder-class corvettes, and three Pelta-class medical frigates. Landing forces will be assigned to each squadron according to mission requirements."
"Excuse me, sir," Vice Admiral Pellaeon rose from his seat. "We currently don't have the requisite number of Venators."
"Correct," the teacher nodded. "In coordination with the Jedi Council and the Chancellor, the requirements of ours and two neighboring system armies for ships and ground equipment will be prioritized at Rothana." An approving murmur rippled through the hall, originating primarily from the fleet officers present. "Furthermore, we expect significant additions to our Hammerhead and Marauder fleets — over two thousand total. Admiral Shirano." The indicated man stood up. "I'm correct, am I not, that the Christophsis government has placed a new order for heavy cruisers?"
"Correct, Grand Moff," he nodded. "For the system army's needs, three hundred Dreadnoughts have been purchased at Rendili. Beyond the first contract, a thousand Hammerheads are also being procured."
"For my part, I can say that Republic Sienar Systems will provide us with fifteen hundred Marauder-class corvettes within the next two months. Similarly, procurement of small craft and other equipment will be doubled above the standard requirement."
"Master Dougan, may I ask a question?" A tall, heavily-built Jedi rose from his seat. "What is the future of the Jedi Ace Corps? We've suffered significant losses recently..."
"Knight Muln, if I'm not mistaken?" Receiving confirmation, Dougan continued: "The Corps will be rebuilt. As its leader, I authorize you to recruit any Jedi currently unassigned to headquarters, the special operations division, the army, or the fleet."
"Understood," he replied. "Thank you for the answer."
"Well," the teacher sighed, "now we come to the culmination of our meeting."
Three-dimensional images of CIS ships appeared above the holocommunicator.
"The reinforcement of the CIS fleet is alarming," Tactical Officer Mara Cross stated. "Their new battleships... formidable opponents, even for Venators."
"What danger do these Bastions pose to us," Admiral Pellaeon inquired from his seat, "given that our own ships are known to be inside the Foerost blockade?"
"We can't rule out the possibility that these ships are being built in other parts of the galaxy," the head of intelligence shook his head.
"I've reviewed the tactical and technical specifications available to us," Rear Admiral Takel declared. "But even what we already know is enough to understand — we're facing a major problem."
"Actually," Dialo made several manipulations at the device, "we have something to counter them with. These ships will go into production shortly. Including at Rothana. Thanks to the innovative modular assembly technology perfected on the Venators, construction of a single such ship takes only two weeks."
The holoprojector flickered, displaying an image of a combat starship.
"A Venator?" one of the admirals — Oli recognized him as 'chubby' Zsinj — sneered. "The Bastion will crack them like nuts. We've already established that. Or shall we test it in practice?"
"This is the Predator," Dougan explained, without a hint of emotion. "Kuat Drive Yards has consolidated all the feedback on Venator and Acclamator-class ships received over the first year of the war. Weakened anti-air armament, insufficient hangar and stern protection, vulnerable superstructures. All of this was supposed to culminate in a modernization of the Venator-class destroyer, but Engineer Wessex effectively redesigned the ship from scratch."
"It looks," Admiral Pin drawled, "somewhat... awkward, I'd say."
"Looks like the Kuat engineers have really taken the bit between their teeth," Tiggelinus chuckled. "This is..."
"Have we actually received a full-fledged battleship?" Admiral Kreeves' voice rang out.
Oli listened with half an ear. Because the image unfolding before her — which the teacher, for some reason, hadn't shown in the morning — represented a problem. Nearly two kilometers long.
Externally, the Predator really did resemble the Venators. Familiar hull lines. But compared to the latter's over-familiar design, the former looked, in Oli's opinion, immeasurably... fresh. You could no longer say this wasn't a military ship. Meant to annihilate its enemies.
"After lengthy discussions, Kuat halved the main hangar," Dialo announced. "The fighter wing was rotated, and now only civilian vessels — shuttles and such — are concentrated in the main hangar. This neutralizes the need to use it for launching small craft, and consequently eliminates the threat of that element being struck in battle. The fighter wing, overall, hasn't undergone significant changes — the same quantitative and qualitative composition. But the armament..." The Star Destroyer received a main battery — four quad-mount heavy turbolaser turrets in the bow. The number of twin turbolaser mounts has been increased to fourteen — four of which are positioned in an elevated formation directly at the base of the superstructure. Anti-air armament has been increased by fifty percent."
"Did the lower hangar remain?" Commodore Autem rose from his seat.
"Yes," Dialo agreed. "The designers installed a small surprise for the Separatists there." Performing a few more manipulations, he zoomed in on that lower part of the ship. "A battery of super-heavy energy plasma cannons is installed here — three units, each twice as powerful and long-range as similar mounts on the SPHA."
An astonished, admiring whistle — from Zsinj — rang through the room.
"Well, now," he said with a smirk, "those Separatist bastards are going to dance for us."
Exchanging a glance with Ahsoka, Oli noticed unease in her eyes too.
It seemed that putting such a ship into service meant problems not only for the Confederacy of Independent Systems, but also for the Eternal Empire. Because in the shadow of this monster, even the heavily armed Ravagers — the backbone of the Empire's fleet — no longer seemed dominant or overwhelmingly superior.
"That Wessex fellow really screwed us," Oli whispered. "I think I know who our assassin droids will visit next."
"Should have done it earlier," Ahsoka countered. "Now, I've got a feeling we're in deep shit."