acolytes, the Sith Masters… and especially the Dark Lords. Lord Hoth himself is leading them,' the Twi'lek added, though Kaan had already guessed this for himself. 'They call themselves the Army of Light.'
Kopecz paused to let the news sink in. Kaan took several deep breaths, silently reciting the Code of the Sith to bring his whirling thoughts back into focus.
And then he laughed. 'An Army of Light to oppose the Brotherhood of Darkness.'
Kopecz stared at him with a bewildered expression.
'Hoth knows the Jedi aren't capable of defeating our vast armies,' Kaan explained. 'Not anymore. The Republic is doomed. So now he concentrates exclusively on us: the leaders of those armies. Cut off the head and the body will die.'
'We should send our fleet to Ruusan,' Kopecz suggested. 'All of them. Crush the Jedi in one fell swoop and wipe them from the galaxy forever.'
Kaan shook his head. 'That's exactly what Hoth wants us to do. Divert our armies from the Republic, draw them away from Coruscant. Give up all the ground we have gained in a foolish and pointless attack on the Jedi.'
'Pointless?'
'You say he has an army of Jedi: thousands of them. What chance does a fleet of mere soldiers have against such an enemy? Ships and weapons are no match for the power of the Force. Hoth knows this.'
Finally Kopecz nodded in understanding. 'You always said this war would not be decided by military might.'
'Precisely. In the end the Republic is merely an afterthought. Only through the complete annihilation of the Jedi order can we achieve true victory. And Hoth has been kind enough to gather them all in one place for us.'
'But the Brotherhood is no match for the massed strength of the entire Jedi order,' Kopecz protested. 'There are too many of them and not enough of us.'
'Our numbers are greater than you think,' Kaan said. 'We have academies scattered throughout the galaxy. We can swell our numbers with Marauders from Honoghr and Gentes. We can gather all the assassins trained at Umbara. We will command the students at Dathomir, Iridonia, and all the rest of the academies to join the ranks of the Brotherhood of Darkness. We will assemble our own army of Sith, one capable of destroying Hoth and his Army of Light!'
'And what of the Academy on Korriban?' Kopecz asked.
'They will join the Brotherhood, but only after they have completed their training under Qordis.'
'We could use them against the Jedi,' Kopecz pressed. 'Korriban is home to the strongest of our apprentices.'
'That is precisely why it is too dangerous to bring them into this conflict,' Kaan explained. 'With strength come ambition and rivalry. In the heat of battle their emotions will take over their minds; they will turn against each other. They will divide our ranks with infighting while the Jedi remain united.' He paused. 'It has happened to the Sith too many times in the past; I will not allow it to happen again. They will stay with Qordis and complete their training. He will teach them discipline and loyalty to the Brotherhood. Only then will they join us on the field of battle.'
'Is that what you believe,' Kopecz asked, 'or what Qordis has been telling you?'
'Don't let your mistrust of Qordis blind you to what we are trying to accomplish,' Kaan chided. 'His pupils are the future of the Brotherhood. The future of the Sith. I will not expose them to this war until they are ready.' His tone clearly brooked no further argument. 'The apprentices at Korriban will join the Brotherhood in due time. But that time is not now.'
'Well, it better be soon,' Kopecz muttered, only partially mollified. 'I don't think we can beat Hoth without them.'
Kaan reached out and grasped the Twi'lek's meaty shoulder in a firm grip. 'Never fear, my friend,' he said with a smile. 'The Jedi will be no match for us. We will slaughter them at Ruusan and wipe them from the face of the galaxy. The apprentices may be the future of the Brotherhood, but the present belongs to us!'
Much to Kaan's relief, Kopecz returned his smile. The leader of the Brotherhood would have been less pleased if he had known that much of the Twi'lek's satisfaction came from the knowledge that Qordis would miss out on the glory of the coming victory.
Lord Kas'im entered the opulently decorated chamber and gave a nod in the direction of his fellow Master. 'You wanted to see me?'
'News from the front,' Qordis said, rising slowly from his meditation mat. 'The Jedi have massed together under a single banner on Ruusan. General Hoth is leading them. Lord Kaan has gathered his own army. Even now they are headed there to engage the Jedi.'
'Are we going to join them?' Kas'im asked, his voice eager, his lekku twitching at the thought of pitting his skills against the greatest warriors of the Jedi order.
Qordis shook his head. 'Not us. None of the Masters. And none of the students, unless you feel one of the apprentices is ready.'
'No,' Kas'im replied after a moment's consideration. 'Sirak, perhaps. He is strong enough. But his pride is too great, and he still has much to learn.'
'What about Bane? He showed great promise in disposing of Fohargh.'
Kas'im shrugged. 'That was a month ago. Since then he has made almost no progress. Something is holding him back. Fear, I think.'
'Fear? Of the other students? Of Sirak?'
'No. Nothing like that. He's finally seen what he is truly capable of; he's seen the full power of the dark side. I think he's afraid to face it.'
