The fleet was readied. Every ship that could move (and some which had difficulty with even that) was patched up as best as possible, loaded with all the tibanna gas and missiles the Empire could scrape together, stuffed with troops, and prepared for war. Every soldier and thousands of hastily assembled volunteers from planetary police forces were crammed into anything bigger than a fighter. Tariun, Keltrayu, Corcer, and Rin spent hours building spare lightsabers for the Novices—there was no point to the Order of the Golden Empire if all its leaders died, so the kids would come to battle too. The plans were made, the strategy ironed out, the Force consulted, the order given.