Brotherhood of Darkness, the Sith rebellion will collapse. Don't they understand that?'
There was a long silence as the other two exchanged uneasy looks. It was Pernicar who finally found the courage to answer.
'Some of the Jedi believe we shouldn't be here. They feel the only thing keeping the Brotherhood together is their hatred of the Army of Light. They claim if we disband and surrender Ruusan, then the Sith will quickly turn against each other, and the Brotherhood will tear itself apart.'
Hoth shook his head in disbelief. 'Don't they see what a great opportunity we have here? We can wipe out the followers of the dark side once and for all!'
'Some might argue that is not the purpose of our order,' Farfalla suggested gently. 'The Jedi are defenders of the Republic. They feel the Army of Light is prolonging the rebellion by strengthening the Sith resolve. They say you are actually causing harm to the Republic you were sworn to defend.'
'Is that what you think?' Hoth snarled.
'Lord Farfalla has been with us since the beginning,' Pernicar reminded him. 'He is only telling you what others are saying, those Jedi who have not come to Ruusan.'
'The Sith are getting reinforcements from Korriban,' Hoth grumbled. 'We barely have enough numbers to hold them off as it is. I'll just have to make them understand!'
'We would probably have more success if someone else approached them,' Farfalla said. 'There are some who believe this has become a personal vendetta for you. They do not see Ruusan as the ultimate struggle between the light and the dark, but rather as a feud between you and Lord Kaan.'
Hoth sat back down wearily. 'Then we are doomed. Without reinforcements we will be overwhelmed.'
Farfalla crouched down beside him, laying a perfectly manicured, heavily perfumed hand on Hoth's brawny shoulder. It took every ounce of the general's Jedi discipline not to shrug him off.
'Send me, my lord,' Farfalla said earnestly. 'I have been here since the beginning; I believe in this cause as strongly as you.'
'Why should they listen to you any more than me?'
Farfalla gave a high, twittering laugh that set Hoth's teeth on edge. 'My lord, for all your skill in battle and all your strength in the Force, you are somewhat lacking in the delicate art of diplomacy. You are a brilliant general, and your taciturn nature serves you well when giving orders to your troops. Unfortunately, it can set those who are not under your command on edge.'
'You are too blunt, my lord,' Pernicar clarified.
'That's what I just said,' Farfalla insisted with just a hint of annoyance. Then he continued, 'On the other hand, people find me witty and charming. I can be quite persuasive when necessary. Give me leave to recruit others to our cause, and I will return with a hundred, no, three hundred! Jedi ready to join the Army of Light.'
Hoth dropped his head into his hands again. His temples were throbbing: Farfalla always seemed to have that effect on him.
'Go,' he muttered without looking up. 'If you're so certain you can bring me reinforcements, then bring them.'
Farfalla gave an extravagant bow, then turned with a flourish and left, his golden locks streaming out behind him in the rising wind of the coming storm.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Pernicar spoke again. 'Is that wise, my lord? Our numbers are already thin. How long do you think we can survive without him?'
The rain began to fall in great, heavy drops, and an idea sprang into Hoth's mind. 'The Sith can't defeat us if we don't stand and fight,' he said. 'We won't give them a chance. The wet season is here; the rains will make it impossible for their trackers to find us. We'll hide in the forest, harrying them with quick attacks and ambushes before we vanish back into the trees.'
'That strategy won't work once the dry season comes,' Pernicar warned.
'If Farfalla hasn't brought me my reinforcements by then, it won't matter,' Hoth replied.
The five Interlopers, small, midrange multitroop transport ships used by the Sith, swept in low over Ruusan's horizon. Each vessel carried a crew of ten, comprised entirely of former students and Masters from Korriban's Academy.
In the lead ship Githany worked the controls with the calm precision of a highly trained pilot. She'd actually learned to fly on a Republic vessel, but the basics were the same.
The Interlopers were lighter and quicker than the Bivouac transports preferred by the Republic. The Interlopers had less armor plating, sacrificing the safety of the occupants inside in exchange for greater range and maneuverability. As if to prove the point, she banked her vessel down and hard to port, bringing it so close to the planet's surface that the leaves on the trees of Ruusan's great forest trembled in the wake of the ion drive.
The other vessels followed her lead, never breaking formation. Linked to Githany through the Force, the other pilots reacted in perfect unison to her every move. If she made a mistake, the entire convoy would go down. But Githany didn't make mistakes.
'It might be safer to climb higher above the tree line,' Lord Qordis observed from his seat at Githany's side in the cockpit.
'I don't want the Jedi picking anything up on their scanners,' she explained, her attention focused on keeping the ship from smashing into the ocean of wood mere meters below the hull. 'The Brotherhood hasn't secured this region. If a squad of seekers locks on to us, these transports aren't equipped with enough firepower to hold them off.'
Far in the distance half a dozen small fighters came into view, their trajectory bringing them on a direct line to intercept the Interlopers' path. Qordis swore, and Githany braced herself to begin evasive maneuvers.
A second later she recognized the distinctive outline of the Sith Buzzards and breathed a sigh of relief. 'Our escort's here,' she said.
