To end this, a peek at the book you have not seen yet. The speech given by Marai to the men who are going to defend Khoonda on Dantooine:
I went over, looking for my spot. The door opened, and the Administrator came out, followed by Vrook. She started to speak, but then stopped as the men came. They were filthy from digging in, tired because we had worked all night to get ready. Somehow I knew that if I failed in what I was about to do, they would run at the first shot. I motioned for the Administrator to stand aside.
I stood up on the edge of the planter, looking down at them. For a long time, the grumbling had continued, but as they noticed my silent regard, they fell silent. 200 men. That was all we had, and the enemy were a thousand or more.
"For those of you who have never seen me or my face, I am Marai Devos. I just wanted for you all to see that I am not three meters tall, covered with fur, and feeding on my own dead."
There was a little laughter out there.
"Too often a leader will stand there, and impugn your manhood, or exhort you to stand because your families are in there." I hooked a thumb toward the docking bays of the tiny spaceport. "They'll tell you that you will be shrouded in glory, that your sacrifice will be remembered forever. I'm not going to do that. If the truth is not what you want to hear, I'll find someone to lie to you.
"The odds are bad. We are outnumbered by five to one, and they are better armed. They have assault droids, and we don't. They are trained professionals, and you're just a bunch of guys trying to add to your take home pay. Glory? It doesn't put food on the table, or protect your children. Honor? While I put store in my personal honor I have never been given a centi-cred because I hold to it. Does that pretty much cover the totally screwed position we're in?"
"Damn straight." Someone whispered. I looked down at him, grinning. 'Good. Hate to be so terrified if I had no reason." There was another chuckle. "Yeah, you're scared but I've got a secret for you. So am I. I fought an entire war with that fear inside me every second. So when I speak, I'm not the hero on a podium, or the monster I am painted. I am a frightened human being right now people, just like you. Join the club.
"Did you know that I was offered a way out of this? The commander of those men told me personally that if I would bugger your defenses, that if I was willing to sacrifice all of you men, that your families would be safe. He also told me that if I didn't help him, none of you would live. That he would slaughter you all down to the last child.
"Yet I am here with you now.
"Except to those that survive, this battle will be a footnote in history. We will fight and die, and a hundred years from now some fool will make it a punch line for a bad political joke. There will be no parades, no days named in your honor. Anyone who doesn't want to fight can run, and I won't stop you. Anyone willing to let their families live that kind of life with them has my blessing to take a skimmer and get the hell out of here.
"But I will tell you right now, that I will be staying."
I jumped down, walking among them. "We don't fight for territory here. We fight for your homes, and your families. I have a ship in there." I pointed again at the spaceport. "I could have gotten out of here, and to tell you the truth, part of me wanted to cower aboard and see the last of Dantooine. I want to see tomorrow as much as any of you, but the other part of me thinks of you men, your children, your wives, your brothers and sisters left in their hands. Part of me says, if I will not die to defend these people, what world is important enough to die for?
"So run if you want. I will not live to see your families killed. I will not drink in the Cantina somewhere safe and remember those dead. I will either live to drink those toasts with them, or I won't live at all. It's that simple."
They were silent, staring at me. My words were so soft that those at the back leaned forward to hear. "My friends may run. I may be the only one standing here when they come, but I swear before all the gods of man, I will be here. Your society may die, but I. Will. Be. Here. So if you want to run, start now. I don't know how long I will live. But that building-" I pointed at the fragile structure. "-That hope for your home and very way of life is where I stand and die."
I walked back to where I had stood before, but instead I sat down. "So if you're going to run, do it. I have work to do before they come."
They stood there then suddenly there was a roar. Men waved their guns, screaming. I heard my name used and I raised my hand. "No! Do not go to war with my name on you lips." I leaped back up. "Home!" I screamed.
They repeated it, and it became a chant. No one was running, the faces had lost that fear, and a terrible resolve had taken its place.
"Stations, people. Be careful, may the Force watch over you all."
It's not the St Crispin speech from Henry the V, just the best I could do.