DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Wars…
Pain. That's all he could feel as the flames engulfed his being. The screams that escaped his nonexistent lips pierced the air. Obi wan scoffed and tossed Grievous' blaster aside. The General's eyes steamed and his body sizzled as Kenobi stole his cruiser and sped off into the sky. Grievous had no last thoughts, no final words, nothing. He was dead, the end.
Or was it the end?
Years later, some say 18, some say 20. It doesn't make any difference either way. Many wonder what happened to all the scrap metal from the demolished droids during the Clone Wars. Some say they were taken by the empire and melted down into the metal they use now. That is partly true. But when the chance came, smugglers, thieves, dealers, and other sorts of scum gathered what they could, or at least enough to make some cash.
The Jawas were the ones who got the most off of Utapau, scavenging every last bit until they got their fill. It was there that they found the highest in quality droids. From Magna Droids to Droidika. But the finest thing they found, though he was scorched and broken, was the Droid General himself, or as the Clones called him "The Head Clanker".
Tatooine. Owen Lars and Luke Skywalker. This certain week they get their opportunity to trade or buy droids, mainly meant for cleaning up around the home or helping with Owen's crops. But this week was different, not only did they find two certain droids that had the Death Star plans with them, but they found something…something else.
"Hey Uncle Owen!" Luke shouted.
"Yes Luke?" Owen said as he handed over some money to a squeaking Jawa.
"Why do we need these droids anyway? We have enough at home."
"This one," Owen pointed to C-3PO, "can translate any language I need translated. Especially when it comes to those plant dealers down at the port."
Luke nodded.
"This one," He pointed to R2-D2, "well, this one was just recommended by him." He pointed to C-3PO again.
"They're all so boring." Luke grumbled. As Owen was dealing with the Jawa, Luke decided to have a look around their Sandcrawler. No Jawa paid attention to him as he climbed the ramp aboard the ship, they were more concerned on selling their droids, why care about a feeble-minded farm boy?
As Luke wondered the halls of the Sandcrawler, he tripped on a spare wheel that rolled out in front of his path. Cursing, he got to his feet, but before carrying on, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. It was large table, piled with something.
Luke crept over to it and stared at what lay there. He obviously didn't know what it was, but it looked interesting. The long skeletal mask, the burnt molding flesh on the inside of its chassis, and its multiple arms. The heart inside of its chest seemed to slowly beat as its two wrists, where its hands previously were, sparked and sizzled.
Luke gasped and jumped backwards. He quickly grabbed the table (luckily it floated) and raced outside.
"Uncle Owen!" Luke yelled.
"What is it now Luke?" Owen asked.
"Look at this." Luke brought over the mangled carcass to his Uncle, who nearly gagged when he saw it.
"What is that thing? It stinks like the rear-end of a bantha whatever it is." Owen plugged his nose.
"I don't know what it is. But it's organic, see? If I bought it, I'd fix it. I swear!" Luke pleaded.
"Alright, but keep it the garage. Be sure to keep that stink out."
After buying the mound of scrap metal, Luke dragged the gurney into the garage and began to work. Grabbing spare parts from the garage he started rebuilding the massive machine. Aside from the constant nagging from C-3PO the work went by swimmingly. It only took around 6 hours to complete it. That was with no bathroom or food breaks. Even when his Aunt an Uncle called him dinner he stayed and worked on the droid.
By now the organic pieces of him were placed into a large bacta tank. The eyes, heart, lungs, and brain were all placed inside, all in working condition, except for the lungs, which were really scarred.
The rest of the body was ready to work, but was built together with pieces of scrap. The arms were broken, and tired together with wire. The hands were built together with scrap droids and used pipes. The chest was sewn together with strong copper wire where it was burned and seemed to be torn open.
Luke brushed the dust off his hands and stood back to admire his work. The body stood at the doorway, reflecting light off every surface. 'What do I do now?' Luke thought to himself staring at the bacta tank.
He slowly approached the tank, and as doing so, the red eyes inside snapped open. The wires connected to the brain, connected to the outside speakers came to life.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" The speakers screamed.
"Luke." He gasped.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BODY?" He demanded.
"I fixed it. It's over there."
"WHERE AM I? HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? WHERE'S KENOBI?!" The creature bombarded Luke with questions.
"Um, you're on Tatooine. I don't know how long it's been, and if you're talking about Ben Kenobi, he lives off the edge of the canyons. It's funny, that's the second time someone has mention old Kenobi-"
"SILENCE!" The creature roared. "PUT ME BACK IN MY BODY! NOW!!"
"Now wait just a second. Why should I? I don't even know who you are yet."
The creature sighed through the speakers and spoke in a much calmer voice. "I am General Grievous, leader of the droid army, leader of the Separatists and obedient servant to Lord Sidious."
"Droid army?" Luke asked. "The droid army hasn't existed since the Clone Wars."
Grievous let out a low menacing growl. "Put me in my body and I'll explain everything later…"
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A/N: God, how long has it been since I've written anything? I deleted a bunch of stuff a while back so now I only have this and my Phantom of the Opera ONESHOT.
So I will hopefully get more chapters up soon.
Yay Grievous.