The air in the small tactical room, used as an operations center within the Temple, had grown so stale over the past hours of countless reports and briefings that even the powerful ventilation systems could do nothing. It was saturated with the heavy scent of human sweat.
the beings gathered there were literally languishing from exhaustion—they had been here since early morning without respite, summarizing the military horrors unfolding across the galaxy. And the further a particular Moff or Jedi was from Coruscant, the more negativity they reported to command. Losses, failures, retreats, prolonged sieges, and battles...
Yes, there were successes, but they were lost against the general backdrop so quickly that they vanished from the minds of those present the moment the figure of a new reporter appeared over the holo-terminal.
The Council members in attendance were as grim as ever. Glancing in turn at Yoda, Windu, Shaak Ti, and Kit Fisto—the only Council members currently at the Temple—Palpatine could not help but marvel at the serenity with which they accepted reports of their subordinates' deaths. With mournful expressions, they listened to Moffs and other Council members who added fuel to the fire of discouraging news. Finally, the time came for the last three Council members to connect to the communication channels—Unduli, Gallia, and Dougan.
"Chancellor, Masters," as the lowest-ranking Council member present, the Grand Moff of the Tenth Systems Army greeted the assembly first. He limited his acknowledgment of the sector command officers present to a short nod. Most likely, he didn't even know any of them personally—the officers accompanying Palpatine were high-ranking military officials, admirals from sector command, and Grand Moffs who rarely left their offices. They were loyal enough to the Chancellor not to jump into hyperspace ahead of the starship, so to speak, nor were they inclined to bow and scrape before the Jedi.
"Now that everyone is assembled," Windu surveyed those present before signaling Grand Moff Trachta. According to protocol, he was to begin his report first, and so he moved closer to the Temple holo-projector, immersing himself in the concise and laconic words of his narrative.
Palpatine knew all of this already and had little desire to listen closely.
Instead, he stealthily observed one specific Jedi.
A very... cunning representative of the Order.
***
Count Dooku was in a state of fury.
He had practically failed the task set before him. Neither his raiders nor his bounty hunters had been able to track down Dougan, intercept, and destroy him. This was despite the fact that his inspection route through controlled territories was known, and an ambush had been waiting at almost every leg of the journey. But he had only appeared in the very first part of the route. And Sora Bulq had paid with his life for his carelessness.
Did this mean Dougan was stronger than Tyranus's underlings assumed? Yes, most likely that was the case. The boy knew and could do much—recently, Sheev had reviewed the holo-recording of his battle with Sev'rance Tann, the very first evidence of Jedi Dougan's non-trivial nature. Even then, he had been stronger than the Chiss. He had lost only due to his own stupidity.
It seemed that over time he had grown stronger and more cunning—Master Bulq's corpse was proof of that. To grind such a powerful fallen Jedi into dust... Yes, decidedly, that was talent.
The only question was: where did these abilities originate?
Had the subordinates who vanished from sight enlightened him on such matters? Or, after he returned one of the ancient Jedi holocrons to the Temple, had he kept something for himself? If so, what? How dangerous could such "reserves" be?
The Jedi held himself with dignity even among the Masters.
Palpatine's sharp gaze did not miss that the young man, waiting for his turn to report, was nearly yawning—exhaustion was etched across his face. And despite all this, he continued to look at the others as if they were filth.
Bah! How had it not been noticeable immediately?
The boy had treated himself to new gear once again.
Staring at Master Dougan's attire, Palpatine searched his memory to try and recall where he had seen such a concept of armor. That it was ancient was clear at first glance. Nowadays, items with such ergonomics and luster, yet so incredibly suited for war, were no longer made.
But back in the time of Revan...
The corners of the Chancellor's lips curled upward.
Say what you will, the boy knew how to subtly mock his fellow Jedi. How else could one describe the fact that he was currently dressed in armor that was a carbon copy of that worn by the legendary Darth Revan? And the traditional black and silver cape only emphasized the authenticity of his image. He only lacked the mask with the horizontal visor... Ah, yes, there it was, fastened to his belt.
It seemed the young Jedi was indeed drawing strength from the past. Entertaining, and at the same time, dangerous.
Especially considering the "parade of sovereignties" staged by no fewer than five sectors at the last somewhat significant Senate session.
At first glance, the withdrawal of planets and sectors from the Republic was not something unusual lately. Not a week went by without some backwater system, despairing of help from Coruscant, "waving goodbye" to the Senate. Planets and sectors joined the Separatists or declared their independence very frequently since the start of the war. But when it happens on the same day... and with SUCH sectors...
Unlike most senators who mocked the recent walkout of their former colleagues, Palpatine took it very seriously. Because he KNEW much more about them than most of those pompous fools.
Resources.
That which the giant corporations had not yet reached was waiting for its hour in the Outer Rim. In the very places where he had planned to station forward fleet bases.
And now, all of it was slipping away.
No, of course, one could close one's eyes to this—after the establishment of the Empire, the military could be sent there to reclaim what was lost. However, what could be expected in those sectors by that time? Armed resistance? Or were all these walkouts a simple coincidence?
The longer the campaign against the CIS lasted, the less Palpatine believed in coincidences. They had long since turned into a system that needed to be dealt with. And the faster, the better.
Listening to Obi-Wan Kenobi's account of the hardships of battle in his zone of responsibility was a waste of time. Relative calm existed only in the rear systems armies and closer to Coruscant. The Mid Rim could boast a relative lull—and only because all CIS efforts, thanks to the care of Sidious and Tyranus, were concentrated on the Outer Rim.
So, listening to more Jedi whining... It was irritating, but necessary. The Chancellor was obliged to be present at such meetings. After all, the military had to report to him—it was the Chancellor who would subsequently inform the Senate of the situation in the galaxy. And for this, he had to appear perfectly competent in matters of warfare. Even though there was no real need for it.
Everything he wanted to know had already been brought to his attention. By intelligence, personal spies, or Count Dooku. Thus, the scheduled meeting and the hearing of Grand Moffs and Jedi were a mere formality. One that only distracted Darth Sidious from truly important things.
Something was happening.
Something so small that at first, it didn't catch the eye. However, these "coincidences" were far too frequent. Especially recently.
With the help of Isard and Dooku, Palpatine had already formed an objective view of what was happening. And he could not help but admit that what this young man was doing... deserved praise.
Because it was... so Sith-like. And incredibly... mature for such a young man.
The longer Sidious pondered the question of whether Dougan was the initiator of everything happening or a pawn, the more he concluded he was indeed a pawn.
Everything happening resembled a well-planned algorithm too much, the preparation for which had been underway for a very long time. Much longer than the Sith had been at it.
Acquiring shares in a shipbuilding company four thousand years ago—exactly when Rendili was, as they say, "in the saddle." A perfectly logical choice. What was remarkable was that all Invincible-class ships, developed four thousand years ago for the Mandalorian Wars, had vanished from Rendili's orbit. First, one departed for an unknown destination, then three more that had been in deep storage. Who needed such junk? Probably the same person who made large purchases of Dreadnaughts from the manufacturer, repaired a flying museum of the Valor-class, turning it into his own flagship... Dougan could lead the Jedi Order and their Grand Dwarf personally by the nose as much as he liked, but he, Sidious, would not be fooled by some Jedi.
The audacity with which he purchased a huge amount of weapons and ships through the government of Christophsis, arming what was practically his own army of local fanatics... One would have to be blind not to see the obvious.
Palpatine sighed inwardly.
And what else was the Jedi Order? Since they had been shaking hands with the Sith Lord for over ten years, and even coming to him for reports, diligently showering him with compliments?
Not to mention that their former warehouse manager, who vanished after being exiled from the Order, had suddenly appeared in the Core Worlds, taking over a fairly large weapons manufacturing company—Oviedo Engineering, whose leader and creator had recently been caught by a Senate commission working for the CIS.
It was amusing, and at the same time extremely suspicious, that the evidence of his guilt was provided by senators from Pantora, Ryloth, and—what caused a true shock—the Chairman of the InterGalactic Banking Clan, Rush Clovis. Count Dooku had solemnly assured that the problems with the Muuns would soon be resolved, and control over the banks would pass to Palpatine. However, the attempt to discredit Clovis by claiming he received the information that brought him to the pinnacle of power from the CIS leader had failed. The banker rejected all accusations, admitting that Dooku had contacted him and offered help. However, the forensic analysis of the information source delivered by Dooku's droid only proved that Clovis was not lying. He truly had not used that chip. Where he actually got the information, the master of Scipio refused to say. instead, as a retaliatory measure, he raised the interest rate for the Republic and the Confederacy by one percent. Such a small thing, which in reality translated into multi-billion credit costs for the already meager Republic budget.
Though, Palpatine already had certain suspicions on that account.
They were only strengthened when intelligence proved that Oviedo Engineering, which had turned into Gree Engineering and was producing a wide range of weapons and equipment primarily purchased by the Tenth Systems Army, had an extremely low interest rate on loans from the IGBC. The armor of Revan's Sith Empire soldiers, worn by the Christophsian militants (militants indeed—intelligence indicated these fighters were only slightly inferior to clones in their combat effectiveness), as well as the armor—an exact replica of the ancient Republic elite "Havoc" squad—flowing to the clones of the Tenth Systems Army, and many other technical "innovations" presented as products of Gree Engineering, according to the same Isard, in no way corresponded to the company's existing capacities. At least, such deliveries had been occurring long before the company changed owners. And the question arose—where, in that case, were the real factories stamping out this gear located?
Isard reported other similar "orders." The sudden disappearance of such a public figure as Raith Sienar—the head of his own company, which had once built a ship for Darth Maul. In the deepest secrecy, naturally. A similar situation occurred with the small company Incom, which supplied the ARC-170 to the army, whose head, along with a large staff and production lines, simply vanished into thin air.
The Hoersch-Kessel company, which had worked for the benefit of the CIS and was successfully thrown overboard after certain "tragic events." An anonymous buyer who paid big money for their penny stocks... And again, the company vanished into the expanses of the galaxy.
The efforts of the Corellians in building corvettes of the same class as the one Dougan acquired in the Temple hangars. Their efforts in building a huge number of albeit obsolete but quite sturdy XS-series freighters that had undergone significant modifications. And all these ships vanished without a trace. Though they were periodically encountered by Republic patrols—intelligence agents managed to find several old reports. But all the ships were released without inspection because they had accompanying documents in the name of the 13th Sectoral Army, which at that time was commanded by none other than Dougan. However, further investigation led to Mr. Jabba personally reporting that he discovered the captains of these ships, who worked for him, were vile smugglers, and the documents were forgeries of original bills of lading issued to real carriers of Hutt companies in the first year of the war, when GAR logistics were limping on both legs. If not for the fact that it was Dougan who concluded an alliance treaty with the Hutt, Palpatine would have considered the entire situation with the freighters a simple coincidence, of which there are millions in the galaxy.
Curiously, intelligence was able to discover shares purchased at the same time as those on Rendili and Corellia, also on Kuat. However, the dividends from them have not yet been realized—and these are huge funds, considering the grand orders of the Grand Army. It was doubly strange that Kuat's most advanced engineers and designers suddenly broke their long-term contracts. When Palpatine saw the lines in the reports that they had disappeared and appeared nowhere in Republic territory, he only smirked.
In all these acquisitions, a certain system was emerging.
Dougan, or the persons behind him, were masterfully draining the Republic of resources—intellectual ones, primarily. Count Dooku had reported just yesterday the death of Zeta Magnus—an excellent geneticist. Jenna Zan Arbor, who had troubled the Jedi more than once in the past, had vanished. Bant'ena Fann—another talented scientist who was developing biological weapons on a remote CIS planet—disappeared from right under the CIS's nose. It was fortunate that the results of her work were saved, and the attack on Chandrila, whose senator was immensely hindering Palpatine, would still take place.
Companions from roughly the same time the "numbered accounts" in shipbuilding companies were opened. Which adds additional obstacles—any old-school Jedi would give the modern Order a huge head start. No wonder Dougan, who stood out so little before Geonosis, suddenly demonstrated a qualitative leap in his capabilities. Exactly when he was on the brink of death. Count Dooku made a great effort to find the recording of the battle at the Petranaki Arena. Dougan was mortally wounded and used the Dark Side to save his life. Intuitively, or had he been trained in this before?
The Sith inclined toward the second option. Most likely, the boy and his researcher-teacher had encountered those who became his associates during their travels. And he had improved his level. It was possible things were different, but until new data appeared, Palpatine preferred to use this theory as a "working" one.
Next on the list of "coincidences" was a powerful surge of the Dark Side from the Unknown Regions—exactly at the time Dougan left the Temple, returning to Coruscant after Geonosis. Another detail for which an answer remained to be found.
And unfortunately, without a reliable source of information, doing so was practically impossible. It remained to be hoped that Count Dooku would keep his word, and Death Watch would bring Dougan's Mandalorian girlfriend to Sidious.
Despite all this, Palpatine could not help but admit that the "foolish Jedi" card Dougan had played before him had worked as intended. The boy had risen from the mud to Grand Moff in less than a year, entered the Council—and all this thanks to multi-stage combinations whose elegance admired and irritated Palpatine simultaneously.
Admired—because any intrigue so intricate and multi-staged is akin to art. And the Chancellor respected and nearly idolized the latter. The motives of this Jedi were still not clear. What was it all for? He had hinted quite transparently to Palpatine that he wanted to climb the career ladder and would repay the help in this matter a hundredfold. It could not be said he had lied. Under his command was first a sectoral army with the largest zone of responsibility—and he had managed it well. For a Jedi, of course. Now he commanded a systems army—also the largest.
Isard was quite optimistic in his forecasts. The boy was popular in his army. He was generous with bonuses and ranks for those who distinguished themselves and drove away the incompetent with a filthy broom. And how masterfully had he solved the problem of the clone shortage? Truth be told, when spies reported that practically all disabled clones, whose fate should have ended in some dirty back alley, were returning to service—and not just anywhere, but to "Gent"... Truth be told, Palpatine's first impulse had been to send all CIS forces there and turn every planet in the three supersectors into scorched slag. Because he clearly saw—Dougan was gaining loyalty among ordinary clones in an extremely cunning way. Created for war, Kaminoan products, having lost limbs, were no longer of interest to the GAR—it would cost the treasury too much to return them to service. It was easier to pay them a meager pension until the end of their short lives.
But Dougan, hiding behind those same Christophsians, had deftly replenished his losses. Palpatine specifically requested a compilation of statistics. As of last week, the army pension fund was paying disability benefits to more than six hundred thousand clones. Huge sums.
And now, this entire mass was returning to service. How this had bypassed the intelligence network remained unclear. Но the fact remained. The "disabled" were loaded onto Rendili-built ships and sent straight to Christophsis, where they were fitted with improved prosthetics and returned to service. Moreover, intelligence reported that these clones were not only meeting the needs of Dougan's army but were also merging into the units of Masters Unduli and Gallia. One didn't need to be a Dark Prophet—of whom, incidentally, there had been no word lately, which was also causing concern—to understand that both Masters were under Dougan's impression and influence. So much so that Palpatine did not doubt they were following his orders. Was this a conceivable thing for Jedi? Previously, he would have said no. But now, seeing with what mockery the boy wore the armor of the bloodiest Jedi of the last five thousand years, not at all fearing he might be exposed... Indeed, the Jedi Order was no longer a rival to the Sith. They needed to be disposed of—the faster, the better. And first of all—deal with Dougan. Before it got worse. It seemed he had a suitable idea for that...
When Palpatine learned of the return of wounded clones to service, the worm of doubt gnawing at him from within turned into a huge Sarlacc. Because this went beyond the usual understanding not only of a Jedi but of a Grand Moff in general. Who in their right mind would fuss with damaged goods and invest huge sums in them when one could purchase perfectly healthy Arkanian clones? Clones who, moreover, were several times more effective than their predecessors.
Though Palpatine listened to the Jedi and Grand Moffs with only half an ear, he still noted information that interested him. In particular—the glowing reviews of the new recruits. Yes, the appearance of the equipment set known as "Phase 2," which was provided to all new Arkanian clones without exception, played a major role in their survival. More ergonomic and better in all respects than the previous model, it was truly capable of dampening the force of an enemy shot, thereby saving the clone from an early death.
Hence it was doubly unclear why Dougan, Unduli, and Gallia were refusing the new gear, preferring to make do with Kaminoan clones, who were moving in three huge streams to the headquarters of the Seventh, Eighth, and Tenth Systems Armies. A direct answer could not yet be obtained—analysts simply shrugged their shoulders. Contacting the Masters personally over such a trifle would only sharpen their attention on the issue. Now, at this meeting, he had far more opportunities to gather information. It was not for nothing that he had invited his protégé, Captain Tarkin, to join him.
The failure of such a delicate operation on Cartao and the disappearance of Doriana could not fail to alarm Sidious. However, he knew the advisor was loyal to him down to his molecules, so he would never talk. But the loss of ten thousand excellent Spaarti cloning cylinders, which the Nabooian had planned to keep in his personal treasury on Wayland... Yes, unpleasant, but not significant. Regardless, the Republic gained advantages after the destruction of the Spaarti Creation. The swift Arkanians were able to improve their own technologies through "flash memory" mechanisms that transferred the entire volume of knowledge to the clones. No schooling, no training... Emerging from the test tube, the new clones were already ruthless killing machines. And without any inhibitor chips—absolute loyalty to him, Palpatine, was embedded in their minds along with combat training programs.
It even turned out amusingly. If Jango Fett had known that Montross survived and yet became the donor for a more advanced clone army than the former Mandalore... Yes, most likely, this news would have brought him far more pain than a simple decapitation. How good it was that in his time Sidious had seen to a "reserve army" plan and preserved the half-dead Mandalorian Montross. And now millions of his fearless copies were becoming the backbone of the Grand Army of the Republic. The success of the shock clone troopers, who replaced the worthless Coruscant Guard, alone proved that Tyranus had brought the wrong donor to Kamino.
Even if one assumed for a moment that Dougan was planning a coup relying on Jango Fett's clones, his plan was doomed. Firstly—thanks to the inhibitor chips in the heads of these soldiers. They would never go against the Chancellor. Secondly—even if the opposite happened, the Arkanian clones—essentially combat machines in the flesh—would crush these worthless ones in an instant.
And yet, Palpatine had no intention of risking giving a possible opponent a third of the Outer Rim. He needed to think about how to improve his original plan—to wear down "Gent" with CIS forces. He needed someone by Dougan's side, close enough to be privy to his plans... Who could it be? He would have to think.
Meanwhile, Adi Gallia took the floor. Well, she would be interesting to listen to.
"The situation in my systems army is extremely difficult," the woman sighed. "After the death of Master Tiin and all ship group reserves, we are forced to move to a deep defense. The Separatists have managed to create a strong grouping and a base on Kerkoidia. They also control the Cyra, Brevost, and Kalinda systems, which cuts us off from the Corellian Run, which, in my army's zone of responsibility, is controlled by the enemy from the Allanteen system to the borders of the Tenth Systems Army. Enemy ships have been spotted in the Aridus, Parcellus Minor, and Bovo Yagen systems, and we simply do not have the strength to stop them. All our reserves are being spent on defending Allanteen from CIS raiders. We are holding the enemy in the vicinity of Haruun Kal, preventing them from reaching Malastare. The grouping on Enark is bled dry but is holding under pressure from superior enemy forces, keeping the droids away from Naboo. Vogel will not be held—it will fall within the next week, so I have moved headquarters to Chardaan. Fighting is ongoing in the Ze Hes and Pax systems, but victory is most likely there—we managed to break the enemy fleet grouping, and we are effectively conducting ground battles, though with heavy losses. A similar situation exists on Derra and Vaklin. Effectively, we are talking about a three-sided encirclement—we are cut off from the Ninth and Tenth Sectoral Armies, and we can only receive support from Nubia."
"Do not count on it," Windu grimaced. "Their reserves are practically exhausted. Although the tension in the Mid Rim has eased somewhat, moving reinforcements toward you would mean opening our own flanks."
"In that case, all that remains for us is to hold on and hope that Master Dougan finally finishes off the enemy on the Corellian Run and provides us with at least some support. We cannot turn the situation around with our own forces."
Well, of course, Palpatine smirked. That was the plan.
"We will allocate twenty ships to you," Yoda croaked. Seeing the focused gazes on him, he explained. "From the reserve of the Fifth Army, we will take them."
"They already have less than a third of the norm," Shaak Ti reminded him.
"No battles they have," Yoda cut her off. "Help Adi Gallia we must."
"It will be done," Kit Fisto smiled radiantly.
Naive green-skinned alien. Palpatine only sighed. They never learn. No matter how many reserves you send to the Eighth Army, they will all be intercepted and destroyed. As soon as Baron Kirvan takes Iktoch, the encirclement will become inevitable. Even if Gallia breaks through to Dougan—it will only prolong her agony, but it won't save the situation. Victory there requires hundreds of ships, which Dougan undoubtedly has—Rendili once again presented a surprise, sending a significantly larger group of ships to Christophsis than what was mentioned in official sources. Now, a little over two hundred ships remained on the slips. And this time, intelligence guaranteed they would be ready no earlier than a week from now. By that time, the mousetrap should snap shut, and the reinforcements will be destroyed.
"Master Unduli," the Korun addressed the Mirialan. "We are waiting for your report."
"I will be brief," she said quietly. "Under our control is the Calamari sector, which is under CIS siege, and a third of the Mytaranor sector—but the Separatists continue to push toward Kashyyyk. We have deployed defenses on a third of the Perlemian Trade Route—from Lantillies to Roche and Sarkhai. The Separatists control the rest of the supersector. Also, under our control is more than half of the territories of the former Eleventh Sectoral Army—the situation there has changed little since the beginning of the war. Like Master Gallia, we are forced to defend. Thanks to Master Dougan and the Hutts, we receive reinforcements from Rothana and Kamino, and food from Ukio. We are building up reserves to move to more active operations."
"Unacceptable this situation is," Yoda said with bitterness. "De-blockade Mon Cala we must."
"But..."
"It must be done in the shortest possible time," Windu frowned.
"I will do everything I can, but most of my forces are tied down by the enemy, and all existing reserves are on Aargonar," Unduli grew somber. "We are fighting heavy battles, and..."
"Not discussed this is," Yoda said sternly. Looking at him, Palpatine was somewhat surprised.
Only now did he notice that the small Jedi had aged considerably. He hadn't looked great before, and now he was completely falling apart. Had the loss of so many Jedi recently taken a toll on his health?
There was more to come.
Sheev suppressed the urge to smile. In part, he had come to this meeting to observe the Jedi's reaction to several events.
And the first of them was about to begin. The Grand Moff of the Ninth Systems Army had just finished his quick and extremely laconic report.
Now—dessert.
"Well then," Dougan cleared his throat. "The situation in the army is difficult. There aren't many prospects, but we're holding on. We have localized enemy raider squadrons in our rear, so a relative lull has been established there. We managed to straighten the front line in the southwest. Currently, the front line passes through the Marix Minor, Swivven, Suarbi, Wohai, Rugosa, Trigalis, Farstine, Jhar, Llanic, Mon Gazza, Pakvepor, and Darkenwell systems. In the New Cov system, the battle with the CIS grouping does not cease. The northern border passes through the Monastery, Nexus Ortai, Dressel, and Lannik systems and effectively continues within the original border of the 13th Sectoral Army. The enemy has powerful groupings concentrated in the western and southeastern parts of the zone of responsibility. Intelligence reports the creation of fortified bases by the Separatists, suitable for long-term autonomous existence even under encirclement. Thus, we are cut off from our neighbors to the east and west. Our only path lies along the southern territories of Hutt Space, and, accordingly, through it. After analyzing the current situation, my staff assumes that the Separatists intend to divide the sectoral armies—at least, based on what I've heard—at minimum the Seventh, Tenth, and Eighth from each other, to destroy them one by one with concentrated strikes. For this purpose, those very fortified sectors are being created—taking them in one go is simply impossible, and thanks to the Separatist siege, effectively, we cannot receive full reinforcements from the center of the galaxy. What we have now is a thin trickle. Therefore, in the near future, the staff is working on a plan to strike at enemy groupings near Rendillia with a subsequent exit to Enark and breaking the blockade to the Seventh Systems Army. Further, in this area, we plan to build on the success toward Bannistar and Kalarba to cut off the enemy at New Cov from the possibility of retreating into our flanks."
"What are your plans regarding the de-blockade of the Corellian Run in your zone of responsibility?" one of the high-ranking sector command officers asked. Palpatine could not help but admit that such interest was shown at an extremely timely moment. So far, he had remained silent and had not interfered in the reports—the time had not yet come. It was necessary to play the role of the politician-Chancellor, not the Supreme Commander.
"Simultaneously with the start of the operation at Rendillia," Dougan said in a bored voice, "the second group of fleets will strike at Daalang. Despite the fact that this world is at the intersection of several hyperspace routes, there are insignificant CIS forces there—for the most part, their allies from Emberlene are operating there, having already plundered more than half of the sector. Currently, a significant pirate grouping has settled in this system—by our estimates, no fewer than thirty large ships."
"You expect to handle such an armada in a short time?" Tarkin inquired incredulously.
"I didn't even think about it," Dougan smirked. "We don't even need Daalang—the main part of the fleet ships will jump to Denneb. From there—to Lorance, Kularin, Aridus, and Gamorr. If everything goes quickly and according to plan, we will liberate a significant part of the territories, and also—remove the blockade from a significant section of the Corellian Run, which will connect us with the Seventh Systems Army."
"This is all good in words," Tarkin noted. "But for such operations, you will need significant forces—or do you plan to abandon your borders?"
"I wouldn't dream of doing that," Dougan said, not even batting an eye. "We possess a certain reserve both among the line infantry and volunteers, as well as in ships."
"So I understand you are betting on the speed of the attacks," Tarkin squinted.
"Exactly," the Jedi agreed.
"This could negatively affect the entire course of the operation," Windu noted. "If the Force does not favor you even in one place, the second part of your forces will be cut off from the rear... This operation is too responsible to be carried out by one of the Knights under your command..."
"Which is why I will personally lead the attack on the Corellian Run," Dougan sighed. Seeing that the officer wanted to ask him something, he added hastily. "My people have extensive experience in conducting this kind of operation. Moreover, before the start of open hostilities, we always receive the freshest intelligence information. Therefore, I am completely confident in the success of the mission."
Bold, straightforward... Yes, such a strategy had already more than justified itself after the crisis on Bothawui. Then, Dougan's ships had swept through large and small Separatist detachments like a punishing sword, returning the system to the Republic's fold in an instant. This should be reported to the Count—the spirited Jedi needed to be shortened—the sooner, the better.
Because if his idea worked, the assumed encirclement of the "Gent" systems army followed by the destruction of the militias loyal to Dougan, the equipment, and everything that could disrupt the Plan—would go to waste.
"Attention we must give to information about possible encirclement," Yoda noted. "We must not allow such a thing."
"The Grand Master is right," Trachta joined the conversation. "By encircling 'Gent', the enemy will cut us off from Rothana—meaning all supplies of military equipment and ships from there will cease—and that's up to a third of all ships and three-quarters of military equipment. We should send additional forces to Christophsis..."
"Thank you," as soon as the Grand Moff of the First Systems Army finished, Dougan took the floor, unceremoniously taking the right from Windu. "At the moment, I have taken all possible measures to strengthen the army's defensive capability. Specifically in case of encirclement."
"Are you ready to just give up like that?" Tarkin smirked, for which he was gifted a cold, indifferent look from the Jedi.
"I am considering the worst-case scenarios, CAPTAIN," Dougan emphasized the officer's rank, as if hinting that it was unbecoming for such upstarts to contradict their superiors. Simply delightful—it turns out he has a sensitive ego. Must remember that.
"You are threatened with complete encirclement!" Tarkin wouldn't calm down. "And you discuss it so simply."
A heavy sigh came from the direction of the holo-projection.
"Tarkin," Dougan said quietly. "Have you all gone completely crazy at headquarters?"
"What?" the startled officer instantly regained his aristocratic composure. "How dare you..."
"Fine," the Jedi raised a hand, signaling the captain to be silent. "Since you don't read my staff's reports, I'll explain it like I would to children in a kindergarten, the junior group."
A second later, a three-dimensional map of the Tenth Systems Army's zone of responsibility appeared over the holo-terminal. With numerous markings.
"The army currently has two full-fledged repair bases—Ord Pardron and Christophsis. Construction of similar stations has only just begun on Ryloth and Pantora," he explained. "We have deployed half a dozen medical stations in our rear, capable of simultaneously receiving up to three hundred thousand clones. Recently, we have acquired two fuel plants in the Melida/Daan system. We have food resources. If it comes to encirclement, we are in a position to provide for ourselves—with a slight stretch, of course, as we have no suitable planets for tibanna mining in our assets. In that case, I am prepared to use the provisions of our alliance treaty with the Hutts and compel them to open their warehouses to us. Though, I don't think Mr. Jabba will refuse us such a small thing."
"In an encirclement, you won't have the opportunity to replenish your army's numbers with new clones," another officer from command noted. "Therefore, it is best to concentrate on striking New Cov with all forces."
"My dear fellow," irritation seeped into the Jedi's voice. "On my home planet, we say in such cases—'Go drink some birch sap with pulp.' Jokes aside, my army is equipped with Kaminoan-produced clones."
"A waste of money," Tarkin huffed. "They are being phased out and are subject to mass decommissioning..."
"An essential question you have raised," Yoda spoke up. "The Council is interested in why these specific clones are fighting in the southern armies. Can you explain your decision, Master Dougan?"
Palpatine, with a slight smile, prepared to hear the answer. After all, Dougan's arguments should be ironclad. As always.
"In my view, Kaminoan clones are the most suitable military force for my army," Dougan shrugged. "If we are threatened with encirclement—which is quite real—I would rather have fighters on hand whose losses I can replenish on Kamino. After all, as I recall, they will be producing fighters for the Republic for several more months. That being the case, I see no reason to equip the army with new soldiers whose loss could be fatal for me."
"I am in solidarity with Master Dougan on this issue," Unduli said. "In conditions of encirclement, having a replenishment base is a decisive factor."
"For the same reasons, most of the soldiers and sailors in my army are clones from Kamino," Gallia supported. "In the event of successful elimination of the enemy Separatist pocket between our armies, I will also have access to clones from Kamino."
"However," Windu took the floor, "this does not explain the fact that heavily wounded fighters, decommissioned for medical reasons, are returning to your armies."
"The principle is the same here," Dougan sighed. "For the most part, they need not much medical help—at the level of prosthetics. The government of Christophsis met me halfway, providing such clones with prosthetics that are not the most expensive, but not cheap either. Thus, we kill two gizka with one stone. First, soldiers who already have combat experience return to the army. Second, they are put on the allowance in the army, which is budgeted by the Senate. This automatically deprives the clones of pensions. And that is a significant saving for the Republic budget and the military department in particular. Am I not right, esteemed Chancellor?"
The gazes of those present turned to Palpatine. Suppressing the urge to smirk, he approached the holo-projector.
"You are absolutely right, Master Dougan. I have already been informed that thanks to such manipulations, sector command is freeing up billions that can be directed toward the purchase of the fleet and combat equipment. It is heartening to see that you take the problems of the Republic budget so zealously," Palpatine gifted him a standard smile.
"Just doing my job," Dougan sighed. "I don't doubt the effectiveness of the new clones, but I see no point in writing off millions of still-capable soldiers in favor of fashionable trends. So, taking this opportunity," he surveyed the assembly, "I want to say that if any of you have a desire to update your army, contact my staff. We will take all the Jango Fett clones you deem unnecessary in your armies. Naturally, not for free."
"The First Systems Army is ready to help you in this matter," Trachta intervened. "We have more than a million such clones of all specialties on our lists."
"I think," Plo Koon supported, "this is an acceptable option. Given that you face mostly defensive battles, the maximum possible number of clones from Kamino should be directed to 'Gent'."
"As well as to the Seventh and Eighth Armies," Shaak Ti noted.
"In that case, the supply of clones from Kamino to other systems armies should be finally stopped, redirecting them to these three," Tarkin concluded. "I am inclined to agree with Grand Moff Dougan—in the current situation, this is the most optimal solution."
"So be it," Master Windu summarized. "Are there any objections from other commanders?"
There were none, for obvious reasons. Palpatine only smirked. Well, of course. The Jedi were impressed by the new clones. Who would refuse to exchange outdated models for modern ones, considering Dougan was also paying for it?
"Won't the size of the 'Gent' army be too large in that case?" a representative of the sector command asked thoughtfully. "By the most modest estimates, you will receive more than a dozen million clones—including those you recruit from retirement?"
"In the current situation, I'm afraid it might be too few," the Jedi Master grimaced. "Our zone of responsibility is huge, and the upcoming battles will be serious. I quite reasonably believe that the existing forces will be insufficient to break through the enemy's echeloned defense separating us from the Eighth Systems Army. And we'll have to fuss with the Seventh as well."
"I recall," Palpatine intervened with the same oily voice of the kind Chancellor, "you have volunteer units. And their number is the largest among all the others."
"That is so," Dougan nodded. "But they are inferior to clones in combat effectiveness. Although they are trained by mercenaries—it still leaves much to be desired. I use volunteers as occupation garrisons. After planets pass under our control, the line units of the army return to their deployment sites, and the militia lands on the planet. Controlling already conquered space is much easier than winning back planets."
"I am not very well-versed in military affairs," Palpatine stated conciliatoryly. "But it seems to me that volunteers are not the best option for police forces in occupied territories."
"I don't have law enforcement units on my staff," Dougan shrugged. "I make do with what I have."
"I think we can solve this issue," Palpatine smiled simply. Meeting Grand Moff Trachta's eyes, he pretended to recall the necessary information. "It seems the new clones are already replacing the Coruscant Guard, are they not?"
"Only by thirty percent," the latter frowned. "The main part of the new clones goes to the armies. Law enforcement forces are equipped on a residual basis..."
"Coruscant has its own law enforcement forces," Palpatine pressed stubbornly. "I think we can begin the redeployment of the Coruscant Guard to Christophsis in full. How long will it take?"
"A little over a week," Trachta grew stern. Undoubtedly, he did not like the idea of baring the capital. But this was exactly what Palpatine needed.
"In that case, it is necessary to start it right now," no one would dare to challenge Palpatine's request-order. At least—not the officers. But the Jedi...
"Chancellor, is this wise?" Windu pursed his lips. "We are depriving the capital of its garrison in the midst of war."
"First of all, there is currently a lull in the Core Worlds," Palpatine said. "Furthermore, we are not withdrawing all forces—a third remains. How much time is needed to complete the garrison's equipment with new clones?"
"Four weeks," Trachta replied. Who would doubt that this officer possessed exact information.
"Are there any reasons to believe that the Separatists will attack Coruscant during this time?" Palpatine clarified. Although he knew the answer of his subordinates in advance.
"No, but..."
"Then we will consider this issue closed," he cut off Trachta's objection. "Master Dougan is in an extremely difficult situation. And having a reliable rear is much more important for him than for us to keep capable law enforcement forces without a hint of a threat."
"But that is almost five hundred thousand soldiers," Master Windu protested. "We cannot..."
"Actually, the Coruscant Guard consists of twenty corps, which is more than seven hundred thousand," Trachta corrected him. "The Chancellor is right—if used in their former capacity—to protect vital facilities, they will be able to take control not only of the territory of the 'Gent' army but also..."
"That is my next proposal," Palpatine smiled. "Master Dougan, based on the reports, is the only one of the systems army commanders whose troops are operating relatively successfully. And this is—despite the large zone of responsibility. It seems to me it would be right if he takes the 'Greck' and 'Heft' systems armies under his operational command."
"Forgive me, Chancellor," Windu noted in a calm tone. "But these armies already have commanders—Masters Unduli and Gallia."
"Oh, no-no, I am by no means demanding a change of commanders," Palpatine raised his hands conciliatoryly. "But it seems to me that Grand Moff Dougan's tactical genius will come in handy for solving problems in these armies. After all, their situations are equally difficult. All three armies are threatened with encirclement and very difficult defensive battles. Furthermore, you have a uniform military force—Kaminoan clones. It seems perfectly reasonable to me if the most militarily talented member of the Council takes charge of these three systems armies. Masters Unduli and Gallia will be able to perfectly carry out his instructions on the ground."
"This is too much responsibility, your excellency," it seemed Dougan suspected something. Palpatine expected nothing else from him. "Effectively, half of the Outer Rim will fall into my zone of responsibility."
"Your military successes speak for themselves," Palpatine shrugged. "Believe me, I understand that I am placing a huge responsibility on your shoulders—the Senate acted in a similar way toward me. Но the war requires radical measures from us."
Dougan's hologram perfectly expressed everything he thought about this. Tense posture, pursed lips, clenched fists... Yes, it seemed he guessed that now he would have to spread all his forces very thinly. So thinly that the CIS armada would easily crush any barrier he could put in their path.
Yes, effectively this meant almost a challenge thrown by Palpatine to Dougan. But for him to understand this, he had to know that the Chancellor was playing against him. Sidious himself did everything possible to make what was happening look only like a desperate attempt by the Chancellor to exploit the Jedi beyond measure.
"I do not agree with this," Yoda objected. "A large theater of operations is opening before the Master. It is impossible to fully respond to all threats in this case."
"It seems extremely unwise to me to subordinate three uniform armies to different commanders," Palpatine insisted. "Such a system must function under a single command. Therefore, I still see that, at least to eliminate the threat to the Republic in this part of the galaxy, all three armies should be subordinated to Master Dougan. At least at the strategic level."
"We cannot oppose your will," although the Grand Master's voice said otherwise.
"I think we should finish hearing the reports," Windu concluded. "The floor is given to Captain Tarkin."
"Thank you, High General Windu," the officer said coldly, connecting his own datapad to the holo-terminal.
"After hearing the reports of the systems army commanders, high command has additional information about what is happening. First of all, fresh intelligence data that has not yet had time to reach the systems armies," he fell silent, catching his breath. Palpatine, casting a sideways glance at the Jedi, once again suppressed a smile. Now they were about to hear the most piquant details of what was happening in the galaxy.
"Republic intelligence confirms the death of Master Saesee Tiin," Tarkin's voice was steady and devoid of emotion. "Although his body was not found by scouts in the Kerkoidia system—for obvious reasons—meanwhile, this information is being broadcast on CIS Shadowfeeds. As is the recording of the battle between Master Tiin and one of Count Dooku's underlings—Baron Kirvan."
For the next few minutes, the Jedi watched in silence as their former comrade masterfully dispatched one of the best Jedi aces. When the recording ended, a heavy silence hung in the room.
"Dangerous the Baron has become," Yoda broke the silence. "New techniques he has mastered since our last meeting. Stop him we must."
"I will take this task upon myself, Master," Windu said sternly. "We will form a strike team that will find him and bring him to justice..."
"I'm afraid," Tarkin delicately reminded of himself, "that will not be so easy," the images changed to new ones. This time Kirvan was fighting not just one Jedi. "This holo-recording hit the network over an hour ago. Our slicers blocked it almost immediately on all available resources, but the holo-recording is being 're-uploaded' to new hosts. We believe this is one of the CIS's ways to undermine trust in the Republic and the Jedi in particular."
Yes, Yoda was indeed right. Kirvan had grown. The ease with which he dispatched an entire group of Jedi... was impressive. Palpatine made a note for himself. Close attention should be paid to this man. Such a beast could not be allowed to live longer than required.
"The outcome of the battle—confirmed death of Jedi Master Simms and her Padawan Noir Ha. The other Jedi present on board the starship were also killed."
"Outrageous treachery," Shaak Ti flared up. "Salmara and Justice were wounded..."
"No mercy he knows," Yoda explained. "A wild beast Dooku has made of him. And he represents even more of a threat because of it."
"As far as we know, the battle occurred in the Iktoch system," Adi Gallia's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Master Simms' ship discovered a damaged Venator in the system and docked with it. Obviously, they thought it was the same ship that was supposed to deliver Jedi reinforcements to the Tenth Systems Army..."
"But that group hasn't even moved out from Rendili yet," Dougan stated. "For the safety of the youngling groups sent to me by the Council, I decided it would be advisable to form a powerful detachment for greater security. Master Simms was instructed on this matter, and their ship was supposed to get there on its own."
"One way or another, we have six dead Jedi at the hands of Baron Kirvan," Tarkin shrugged. "At the same time, his troops landed on Iktoch. According to our data, there are more than a hundred enemy ships in the system, and on the surface—up to seven million droids."
"Unthinkable," Gallia sighed. "We didn't even know about this..."
"Kirvan uses minor hyperspace routes to avoid meeting our forces," Dougan suggested. "Otherwise, I cannot imagine exactly how he could have passed unnoticed by our patrols."
"In this, you are more right than ever, Jedi Master," Tarkin smirked. "Intelligence confirms this—Kirvan does not use major trade routes in the Republic's zone of responsibility. Therefore, we cannot catch his fleet, which he commands from aboard another Eclipse-class ship—a twin of the Malevolence."
"Another Malevolence?" Kenobi was surprised. "Then it's clear how he defeated Tiin's fleet at Kerkoidia."
"We only have general information about this ship," Tarkin admitted. "But we are certain it is not equipped with an ion cannon. Just many turbolasers..."
"Another problem," Plo Koon stated. "Such ships are mortally dangerous for any fleet..."
"According to our data, this dreadnought with its escort squadron is somewhere in the territories of the Seventh or Tenth Systems Armies," Tarkin added to the headache. "So, sector command sets the task before you, Grand Moff Dougan—to find and destroy this 'Death Squadron' in the near future."
"'Death Squadron'?" Dougan asked. "Where does that name come from?"
"The commoners on the HoloNet saw to it," Tarkin reported. Seeing that the Jedi were starting to talk among themselves, he coughed politely, attracting attention. "Allow me to continue."
"Listening to you we are," the little "green friend" said, as Palpatine called the head of the Order to himself.
"Overall, the situation is difficult," the captain read the text from the datapad screen. "The Separatists, although they have eased the pressure in the Core Worlds and Mid Rim, are not sitting idle. The space and approaches to Neimoidia are sown with space mines—the CIS is doing everything to protect its main worlds. We responded in kind, securing Kuat in a similar way. The increased level of xenophobia should be noted, particularly on Coruscant. This is primarily due to the human population's dislike for the races supporting the Separatists. The special operation carried out by commando forces to eliminate terrorist cells only slightly reduced the degree of social discontent, so command would recommend increasing the size of the planet's garrison and law enforcement forces."
"I will do everything I can," Trachta said through gritted teeth.
"Further. The death of Master Ronar Kim and his Padawan on Merson has been confirmed," it seemed Tarkin was enjoying himself, listing the names of the killed Jedi. "The reasons for the operation's failure are still being investigated by us..."
But for Darth Sidious, everything was perfectly clear. Ronar Kim had proposed an extremely simple way to identify the Sith Lord in the Senate—to conduct a universal test to determine the level of midi-chlorians. In the gifted, it is noticeably higher than in ordinary citizens. Consequently, that was how the truth could be established. To his misfortune, Kim had informed Palpatine of this, hoping for his assistance. Sheev had assisted—and now Kim's body would not be returning to the Temple anytime soon.
"According to the latest information, the CIS has occupied the planet Vikuyansi in the Slice region. Also, the transition to the CIS side of Togoria, Onderon, Umbara, and the captures of Uyter, Ambria, Nazzi, Vin, and Phazeer came as a complete surprise to us. We believe that General Grievous, who was spotted on New Epsilon, is operating in that area. I think no one will be surprised if I say that ten more Jedi were killed by him?"
"Another threat to us, Master Dougan," the Grand Master voiced the already clear information. "He should be caught and brought to justice as soon as possible."
"With all due respect, Grand Master," the Jedi distinctly ground his teeth. "Isn't that a bit too many tasks cut out for me alone? If these two bastards are here, what exactly is happening in the other armies?"
"The reports were voiced," Tarkin said lazily. "The situation there is no less difficult..."
"Yeah, sure," Dougan was openly angry. "Then I need ships—the more, the better. Everything command can allocate. First of all, it is necessary to strengthen the grouping at Lantillies. The capture of Phazeer is a direct road to headquarters."
"The planet is well protected," Unduli explained. "The system has more than a hundred defensive platforms and stations. Local defense forces have more than two hundred of their own ships—Gozanti, Dreadnaughts. This will be enough to hold off any attack."
"Esteemed Council, command," Dougan said decisively. "In the current situation, squeezed between Kirvan and Grievous, I ask for permission to requisition available ships from Rothana and Allanteen, reorienting the ships and equipment produced on these planets for the needs of the Seventh, Eighth, and Tenth Armies."
"This is a large volume of military cargo," Windu objected. "The other seven systems armies also need ships and equipment..."
"Our situation is much harder," Dougan parried. "With the existing ships, it is practically impossible to restore control..."
"Expedient this is," Master Yoda unexpectedly supported the Master. "My permission I give to you."
Palpatine smirked. Well, naturally, he agreed. The Sith had expected nothing else. The more resources Dougan pulled from his army, the more CIS forces he tied down to his zone of responsibility—the easier it would be to manipulate Senate and public opinion. To extol his successes while he was alive. And to use his undoubtedly heroic death to push the Plan even further.
"Master Unduli informed us that the situation in the Mon Calamari sector is alarming," Tarkin reminded. "However, she seems unaware of just how much. Despite our victory there, the situation has escalated. The King is killed," a heavy silence swept through those gathered. "The Quarren do not recognize the heir's authority. Our spies report the appearance of Separatist representatives in the sector led by General Riff Tamson. We believe that non-interference in what is happening will cause us to lose this sector."
"But, how..." Shaak Ti was surprised. "The sector is under siege..."
"It seems that for the Separatists, this is not a problem," Palpatine noted with a mournful expression.
"Furthermore, attention should also be paid to the situation in the Ninth Systems Army," Tarkin's voice trembled slightly. "Until now, despite the fact that over the past year the Separatists have gained control over most worlds on the Rimma Trade Route in the Outer Rim, we have still been able to hold them back. In many ways—thanks to the merits of the military command of Eriadu and Sullust. The CIS launched strikes from Clak'dor VII and Sluis Van, which were brilliantly repelled by the forces of Grand Moff Octavian Grant," the named man, present at the meeting as a hologram, bowed politely. "However, we failed to account for the fact that Sullust is closely linked in the economic sphere with the Commerce Guild, a member of the CIS. Therefore, we have lost control over this system," Palpatine mentally applauded the native of Eriadu. How masterfully he had omitted the fact that the most important reason for Sullust joining the Confederacy was its dissatisfaction with Eriadu's expansionist and militaristic policy, the consequences of which the Sullustans had been experiencing since the time of Ranulph Tarkin thirty years ago.
"After this walkout, the worlds loyal to the Republic on the Rimma Trade Route, including Praesitlyn and Eriadu, which possesses important strategic significance due to its location at the intersection of the Rimma and Hydian routes, found themselves effectively inside CIS territory and are vulnerable as never before. Here, command considers the most optimal to be the strengthening of the base on Eriadu and sending additional ship and soldier units."
"We cannot allow the loss of Eriadu," Yoda noted. "Reserves we will find."
Well now... how optimistic.
"It should also be noted that the CIS has increased the activity of its raiders on the Corellian Run. A significant part of our reinforcements and resources are being attacked; more than half of them have been destroyed. Therefore, systems army commanders should allocate the maximum possible number of light forces to find and destroy pirates and raiders on trade routes," Tarkin continued. "Another loss of ours—the destruction of most of the Antarian Rangers at their base in the Antar system. The survivors moved to the planet Toprawa, but as a combat unit, they are already of little use."
"Sad this loss is," Yoda sighed.
"The Rangers were very useful for the Order and the Republic, supporting the Jedi in their missions," Shaak Ti agreed.
Palpatine smiled at his thoughts. That was why Count Dooku had destroyed them. The Jedi's allies must be destroyed. At any cost.
Knowing the data from Tarkin's report beforehand, the Chancellor was extremely disappointed that Isard and his subordinates had not yet discovered two more Subjugator-class ships, besides Baron Kirvan's flagship, already completed by the CIS and ready for operation. Such strengthening of the Separatists did not play into the Sith Lord's hands, so he needed to think about how to restore the balance of power on both sides.
"The Separatists are far too strong," Gallia shook her head. "We are inferior to them in the number of capital-class warships..."
"That is so," an admiral from sector command agreed. "Fresh data on CIS ships that our intelligence was able to discover has already been sent to the field. These are Bulwark-class destroyers, which our scouts discovered at the Foerost shipyards. At the same time, spies report tension between the government of the InterGalactic Banking Clan and the CIS leadership. It is even possible that Clovis will be able to bring the Muuns to their senses and they will stop supporting the Separatists. Which, in turn, will deprive them of a lion's share of the fleet—currently, up to a third of the Separatist fleet consists of Munificent-class frigates."
"Yes, the exit of the IGBC would be pleasant news for us," Master Rancisis noted. The other Jedi silently supported him. And only Palpatine knew that it would not end so simply. It was not supposed to end.
"The next sector that requires attention," Tarkin continued as if nothing had happened, "is Mandalore."
"What happened there?" Kenobi became alert.
"Rumors that the government of this sector supports the CIS are growing stronger in society," Palpatine took the floor. "Hardly had Duchess Kryze exposed the background of her problems with Death Watch and returned to her homeland, when we began to receive alarming news that large forces of Black Sun and the Pykes were spotted there. We are talking about the takeover of an entire sector by criminals, which we cannot allow..."
"And yet Mandalore is a neutral system," Windu objected. "We offered to send armed forces to the Duchess's aid. However, she assured us she would handle it herself."
"That is so," Palpatine agreed. "Without the direct permission of the Mandalorian government, we cannot move our troops there. Otherwise, we will be considered occupiers..."
"But we cannot leave the Duchess alone with this problem," Kenobi noted. "If Mandalore passes into the power of criminals..."
"We will limit ourselves only to observing the situation," Windu cut his colleague off with emphasis. "As long as it does not threaten the Republic..."
"Actually," Tarkin gave the Korun a cold look. "It does."
An image appeared over the holo-projector...
"Darth Maul!" Kenobi almost shouted. "How is this possible?"
"It seems, Master Kenobi," Dougan said quietly, "you are being dropped from the Sith-slayers club."