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Kaan pushed even harder with the Force, trying to twist and warp Bane’s very thoughts. “You may be the strongest among us, but you can’t defeat us all. Not by yourself, Bane.”

The big man staggered and clutched at his head. He stumbled over to the chair and collapsed in it, the wood groaning under his massive frame. He hunched forward, hands pressing hard on his temples.

“You’re right,” he said through tightly clenched teeth. “You’re right.”

“There’s still hope, though,” Kaan said, stepping over and placing a reassuring hand on Bane’s broad shoulder. “Follow me and I will keep the others from turning against you. Join us in the Brotherhood!”

Bane nodded slowly, then turned his head to stare up at Kaan with a desperate, hopeless expression in his eyes. “What about the Jedi? What about their gunships?”

Kaan stood, slowly releasing his mental hold over the other man. “We can nullify their air superiority by retreating into the caves,” he said. “I know General Hoth; he will follow us. And there we will unleash the thought bomb against them.”

Bane leapt to his feet eagerly. Kaan was pleased to see that his powers of Force persuasion were as strong as ever. Even Bane was not immune to his manipulations. “I will do as you say, Lord Kaan!” he exclaimed. “Together we will destroy the Jedi!”

“Peace, Bane,” Kaan urged, extending tendrils of soothing calm. He had nullified the threat to his position that Bane represented, but he knew the effect was only temporary. In time Bane’s hostility would return, as would his dreams of usurping the mantle of leadership. Kaan needed to find a more permanent solution.

“Unfortunately,” he said, “there are still … complications.”

“Complications?”

“I can convince the rest of the Brotherhood to forgive your treasonous acts, but only after the Jedi are destroyed. Until then, you will have to remain hidden from the others.”

The confused and hurt expression on Bane’s face was pitiful, but Kaan was used to eliciting such naked emotion in those he manipulated.

“I will lead the Brotherhood to the caves,” he explained.

“I am strong enough to join their minds and unleash the power of the thought bomb without your help. You stay here in the tent until nightfall, then sneak out of the camp. Stay safely out of view until the deed is done.”

“And once the Jedi are destroyed you will return for me?”

“Yes,” Kaan promised, his voice solemn. “Once the Jedi are gone, I will return for you with the full strength of the Brotherhood.” That much, at least, was truth. He would leave nothing to chance; he wouldn’t underestimate his opponent anymore. Bane had already survived one assassination attempt. This time he would unleash the full numbers of his followers against his foe.

“I will do as you command, Lord Kaan,” Bane replied, dropping to one knee and bowing his head. Kaan turned and marched out into the camp, heading for his own tent where the pages containing the ritual of the thought bomb were hidden away.

Bane stayed in the position of supplication until the Dark Lord was well out of sight, then stood up and brushed the dirt from his knees with a grim scowl. He had felt Kaan’s efforts to dominate his mind, but they had had no more effect than a rusted knife scraping against the hide plates of a Halurian ice-boar. Yet he had seized on the opportunity and delivered a performance worthy of the greatest dramatist on Alderaan.

Kaan was convinced the thought bomb was the key to Sith victory, and he was about to ensnare the rest of the Brotherhood in his web of madness. The second phase of Bane’s plan was set in motion. By nightfall the next day it would all be over.

On the perimeters of the Jedi camp, patrols circled endlessly throughout the night, ever vigilant and watchful. It wasn’t just attacks from the Sith they stood guard against, but also the invasions of the floating, fur-covered bouncers.

The previously peaceful and docile native creatures of Ruusan had been driven mad by the cataclysm that had swept through the forest. Before, they had been