Star Wars_ Darth Bane 01_ Path of Destruction - Drew Karpyshyn [140]
On the deck of Nightfall, great flagship of the Sith fleet, acting commander Admiral Adrianna Nyras responded to the hailing frequency coming from the private comlink on her wrist.
“This is Admiral Nyras,” she said into it. “I await your orders, Lord Kaan.”
“Lord Kaan is not here,” an unfamiliar voice replied. “This is Lord Bane.”
She hesitated for only a second before answering. Kaan rarely let anyone else use his personal transceiver, but on occasion it did happen. And with the security encryption on the equipment, it was virtually impossible for anyone else to tap into the frequency. The message had to be coming from the Sith camp, which meant she really was speaking to one of the Dark Lords.
“Forgive me, Lord Bane,” she apologized. “What are your orders?”
“Status report.”
“Unchanged,” she replied, her voice sharp with military precision and efficiency. “The blockade is intact. The Jedi fleet still hovers just beyond our range.”
“Engage.”
“Pardon?” she asked, so surprised that she momentarily forgot whom she was speaking to.
“You heard me, Admiral,” the voice on the other end snapped. “Engage the Jedi fleet.”
The order made no sense. The last time Kaan had spoken to her, he had ordered her to hold their position at all costs. As long as they maintained location in orbit, their blockade was virtually impenetrable. If they broke formation and attacked the Jedi fleet, however, they wouldn’t be able to stop drop ships from landing reinforcements on the surface.
Still, she had been given strange orders before during her service with the Sith. There were rumors that Kaan had some mystic power, some way to influence the outcome of a battle through the power of the Force that could make traditional strategies fall by the wayside. And if a Dark Lord was giving her a direct order, using the personal communications equipment in Lord Kaan’s tent, she wasn’t about to run the risk of refusing to obey.
“As you command, Lord Bane,” she answered. “We will engage the Jedi.”
The fire drove General Hoth and his army from the sheltering confines of the forest. Leaving most of their supplies and equipment behind, his troops ran through the trees, a mad scramble to escape the searing heat and flames. Those who stumbled or fell were instantly swallowed up by the conflagration. Somehow most managed to stay ahead of the deadly fires, eventually bursting out of the woods and into the rocky plains where so many battles had already been fought.
The Sith were there waiting for them.
The first wave of Hoth’s followers to emerge from the forest were mowed down by blasterfire. Those just behind were able to draw their lightsabers and deflect many of the deadly bolts as they raced out onto the plains, only to be swallowed up by the throngs of Sith soldiers rushing forward to engage them.
Though outnumbered, the Jedi more than held their own. They drove the Sith ranks back, breaking their lines and throwing them into chaos and disarray. But Hoth knew that the real trap had yet to be sprung.
Hewing down any foe foolish enough to come in range of his lightsaber, the general could sense these were not the true Sith. The Dark Lords were not among them: these were the faceless hordes, nothing more than a distraction.
Where are they? What is Kaan up to?
The answer came an instant later when a battalion of fliers swooped in over the horizon, unleashing a deadly barrage across the battlefield. Guided by the power of the dark side, the heavy guns were deadly in their accuracy, decimating Hoth’s troops and turning the tide of the battle back in favor of the Sith.
Hoth had faced impossible odds before and triumphed. Yet he knew this battle was fated to be his last.
But I will make a last stand worthy of story and song, he thought defiantly, even though there won’t be anybody left to sing it.
The world dissolved into the numbing fog of war. Screams and the sounds of battle became a dull, indistinguishable