The art of war. An unforeseen factor. chapter 1-2

The fourth option. "Maybe we can evolve into waterfowl in a quick way?" That is, to become a Sith. Laugh at the chickens. I'm stuck... S-chaz! Just like Darth Revan's holocron, I'll find the ghost of Marky Ragnos and talk him into becoming a teacher, yeah. But Darth Sidious clearly doesn't need competitors without these tricks. After all, Bane's rule is-although he seems to have already come to the idea of his inferiority. He'll find it and finish it off with a special passion. Or Vader will strangle me. I'm not particularly attracted to Power at all — yes, it's a cool thing, but there are more interesting things in the Far, Far Away.

Damn, wherever you throw it, there's a wedge everywhere. Think, Miko, think, your head is designed for this.

As a result, I came to the following conclusions: in order not to die, you need to become a significant figure, which will be unprofitable for either the Jedi or Palpatine, after all, people from former Jedi were recruited to the same imperial Inquisitorium — people actively went there, many were transported to Biss on special prison ships. And the upcoming war will give many Jedi the opportunity to advance as commanders. We need to be one of them. Then, having gained fame, you need to enlist the support of some significant figure, preferably from the Senate (although, hand on heart, I responsibly declare that finding someone normal there is simply epic). Senator Chuchi's name flashed through my mind and disappeared. Then we have to get around the sixty-sixth order somehow. There's a special problem with this, but time is running out, I'll come up with something.

Besides, you need to improve as a Jedi. Train and train again. Naturally, I won't get to the level of the same Skywalker, not to mention Yoda and Palpatine, but... I might make a good average guy. Probably.

Slowly, a plan began to form in my head. After learning that we were going to Coruscant, which would take fifteen hours to reach, * (see footnote.— Approx. Author), I decided to take a nap and let the wounds heal. And when else will there be such an opportunity in the near future? The days ahead of me are obviously going to be very stressful.

* * *

Meanwhile, a meeting of the Jedi Council was taking place at the command post of the flagship Approving. Thoughtful and silent, Yoda listened attentively to Mace Windu's report. ...

"A special clone squad infiltrated the arena, collected all the bodies of the Jedi and brought them aboard the cruiser. The death of Magister Trebor has been confirmed," Windu's stony face showed no emotion. "We screwed up. If not for the timely help of the clone army, hardly anyone would have left this arena alive. Magisters, knights, Padawans... almost two hundred Jedi died," The magister did not give vent to his feelings for a moment.

"How are Kenobi and Skywalker?" Ki Adi Mundi asked. "I heard they suffered a lot at the hands of Count Dooku."

"Their pride suffered more than they did. Skywalker will need a prosthetic arm," Shaak Ti replied.

"My former padawan has become strong. I felt the dark side of the Force in him," Yoda said, closing his eyes.

Turning her gaze to Yoda, Shaak Ti asked:

"There's one Jedi I'm interested in. He survived the fight in the arena, but was seriously injured. Mikore Vict. To my shame, I hadn't seen him before."

"Hmm," Yoda thought about it. "This is a young Jedi from the Balance Corps. A disciple of the knight of Nhon. What's your interest in, mm?"

"He's not very strong, but somehow he attracted me. Interested."

Magister Yoda was silent for a while, immersed in meditation.

"He walked along the edge of life. Doubts torment him."

"Just like all of us now," Shaak Ti bowed her head.

* * *

I woke up about two hours before the ships came out of hyper. My wounds were back to normal, but I wasn't going to take off my bandages yet. From sin.

After thinking about yesterday's events with a fresh mind, I finally approved the action plan.

The first point in it was to find something... to devour. And what do you want, I haven't eaten or drunk anything for almost a day.

I slowly got up from my bunk. I was a little shaky, but nothing, I won't fall apart. Looking at Skywalker, who was snuffling in his sleep, he mentally asked for his forgiveness three times. You will never see Ahsoka Tano as a padawan, Skywalker. I'll keep this shot for myself. Having such a student, the Chosen One, although he taught her something, did not reveal her potential, in my opinion, and then completely missed her.

Having found out the way to the dining room from the nearest clone, he slowly hobbled along the wall in the indicated direction. Still, this "Endorser" is a hefty piece of crap — a kind of wedge seven hundred by four hundred meters. Sixteen thousand troops fit, after all. By the time I got to the canteen, at least twenty minutes had passed.

The room was full of people. That is, clones. Standing in a small queue, I received a tray with a snack and headed to the nearest empty seat. As I sat down, I felt the gaze of one of the clones on me.

I was surprised to realize that I recognized him. Well, of course, they all look the same, but somehow I could tell them apart. Another greeting from the Force, no other way.

"Hello, Lieutenant."

"Sir," he nodded, and after a short pause, asked: "And how did you recognize me?"

There was surprise in his voice. Some of the clones were listening to our conversation.

"I remember you, Lieutenant. We went into battle together."

"But how did you manage? We're all the same."

"No, Lieutenant. You are different. I'm telling you this as a Jedi," Then I started eating.

Throwing in a multicolored mess from a tray (I don't even want to know what it's made of), I mentally scrolled through the plan of action.

As I recall, the main clone forces are now arriving on Coruscant. From there, after Chancellor Palpatine approves the Jedi to the rank of generals, they will travel to all corners of the galaxy in a couple of days. Well, theoretically. Surely they won't wait for the KNS to come to its senses and strike at completely uncovered borders?

Although I don't particularly like Palpatine as a Sith, he was pretty good as a future Emperor. It's like with Stalin: he seems to have led repressions and won the Great War — you can dislike him, but you can't disrespect him.

If it hadn't been for the extraordinary powers Palpatine had clawed out of the Senate (I can't believe he managed to pull it off, apparently it cost a lot of money and nerves), the senators would have sat in their hutt speakership until the very moment when the battle droids would have stormed into the Senate building.

If I remember the plot of the animated series correctly and if it even slightly coincides with reality, then the first skirmishes and attacks will begin about three days after the battle of Geonosis, and by the end of the month the war will be raging across the Galaxy. That means I won't have much time. There's a maximum of seventy-two hours for everything. It's sparse.

First of all, you need to visit the Archives, if not look there, then at least download some information on the wars of antiquity. But how else? I'm a strategist and tactician, like a wolfhound from a toy terrier, and there's nothing like academies around, even in my recipient's memory. And so at least you can learn something from real examples. I hope...

Then you need to find Yunling Tano, and make her your padawan. I think she won't refuse. As far as I remember, she's almost fourteen now, although padawans are usually dismantled by the age of thirteen, but because of her bad temper and short temper, everyone somehow avoided her. That's why she was nervous. She should fall for my offer.

Oh, you shouldn't have done that, gentlemen of the Jedi, oh, you shouldn't. She has a huge talent. And I just want to try to keep her alive. Yes, and actually, she will help me in the same way. There's no guarantee that I won't run into Grievous or Ventress or some other dark acolyte during the war. And Ahsoka, at least, can compete with them in the art of swordsmanship. Well, potentially... someday. Although even now, I think she can show a couple of tricks, it seems that she met Ventress for the first time right after the Temple and survived.

* * *

The ships are finally out of hyper. Coruscant lies below us.

Well, what can I say. You have to see that. Coruscant is the capital of the Galactic Republic.

A planet is a city with a population exceeding one trillion inhabitants. A city that has been the political center of the galaxy for thousands of years. Looking at the view from the portholes, I realized only now that my life had changed dramatically. Well, fate, I accept your challenge.

* * *

Shortly after our arrival, we, that is, the Jedi and Senator Amidala, boarded a shuttle and went to the Jedi Temple....