"Little minds have little worries; big minds have no time for worries."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

The tall and intimidating figure walked through the halls, all the droids instantly stepped out of his way. They knew crossing him would be the last thing they would ever do. He wasn't angry at the moment; he actually was rushing to the communications deck to send a message out to his superior. It took a while for a connection to be made but the appearance of an old man appeared on the holo-projector.

"My master…I have some good news for you…."

"Couldn't you have picked a quieter place for us to meet?" the short cloaked figure spoke loudly in its muffled voice to the long-haired humanoid. They had arranged a meeting to discuss military secrets, but the humanoid called a Cheyman demanded they meet behind stage at a music concert on the planet Noskcaj while a loud and harsh-playing music band called 'Down with the System' or something like that were playing and shouting out anti-war speeches in-between songs. This annoyed the short figure but the Cheyman refused any other place to meet, he said it wasn't safe to meet somewhere private. He claimed that the government was searching for him and if they found him, he would most certainly be executed for treason.

"No, this is the only place they won't hear us. So what do you need?" the Cheyman yelled back to the short cloaked figure.

"I need shipping routes of battle cruisers throughout this section and the next few star systems on this piece of paper." The short figure muffled as it gave the Cheyman a small piece of paper that contained the names of systems it requested.

"Hmm…Fretyucvex! This is gonna cost big ya'know…" the Cheyman responded after looking at the note. The short figure reached into its cloak and pulled out a box. It typed in a few numeric codes on the side and the box opened to reveal several large and shining crystals, the Cheyman's eyes widened as he took out one of the crystals and examined it closely.

"It's the real thing. I can assure you that none of these are fake." The short figure muffled. The Cheyman looked back at the short figure, he couldn't make out the figure's face that well, possibly the figure wished not to. He wasn't exactly certain if he should have been suspicious but looking back the crystal and thought of all those other crystals sure made him think of how much credits he could get for them. He took the box and he pulled his knapsack to his side and slipped the box in. He spun the knapsack behind him and hid it under cotton-silk chamanto as the Cheyman looked back to the figure.

"All right, you got a deal. I'll take you to someone who can help you with-"

"Freeze!" shouted an electronic voice as from all directions, battle droids surrounded the two. The music still continued, obviously this meant one thing; these droids had been here this whole time. A Battle Droid Elite walked over to the Cheyman.

"Excellent work 00273; you've helped us in apprehending a dangerous escaped criminal."

"About time you guys popped out." The Cheyman said with a smug look on his face, he turned to the short figure, even if he couldn't see its face, he could tell it wasn't happy.

"You betrayed me, you gut-wrenching Cheyman!" the short figured muffled angrily.

"Eh, it's a living." The Cheyman smirked as he walked away, ready to receive his pay for capturing the figure and with the crystals; he made an excellent double bounty.

"Lock up her hands before she tries anything!" the Battle droid Elite called out as several droids went forward and grabbed the figure's arms.

"Her?" the Cheyman said with a confused look on his face. The Battle droid Elite walked forward and pulled the hood off the figure, what was revealed surprised them.

"You're absolutely sure it's her Grievous?" said the holographic copy of the old man spoke.

"Absolutely, Master Dooku… it's definitely her, I can tell, the destruction reeks of her doing. Only she could have done this." Spoke the intimidating general with the skull-like face; he was the famed and feared General Grievous.

"If what you say is true, then you must track her down immediately."

"We have already begun doing so, my master. But there's something else I wish to discuss with you…"

"What is it Grievous?"

"I think I have a plan how to extract the information out of the prisoner quicker than your original plan…"

"A- A Jawa? You were searching for a Jawa?" the Cheyman spoke as the stunned droids stared at a Jawa.

"Ha! You stupid idiots." Came a voice, it came from the Jawa but he didn't say it. One of the droids found a small device on its neck and pulled it off.

"Rust! A communicator!" the Battle droid Elite spoke.

"Why yes. Do you really think I would be dumb enough to trust a Cheyman? Especially if he told me to meet at a place where anyone could go missing; the perfect place for an ambush. What do you morons take me for?" a feminine voice came out of the communicator. The Cheyman stood looking stunned and pathetic thinking he had the target fooled; in reality, she had fooled them all.

"It doesn't matter! We'll find you and take you in!" the Battle Droid Elite yelled into the communicator.

"I don't think so, boys. You see, none of you are gonna leave this place alive. Goodbye 'gentlemen'." Soon a high-pitch emitted from the communicator, it didn't seem to do anything to the droids. But then the Cheyman felt vibrating behind him, he pulled his knapsack and found it was the box of crystals vibrating. Out of curiosity, he opened the box and saw the Crystals he had been given were glowing bright red and were shaking violently.

"Oh FUCZERSHI!" he yelled out at he threw them to the floor and tried to make a run for it but it was too late. Just as the band playing outside began to yell out the finale of their song, the explosions back stage created mini-contained mushroom clouds that exploded with the timing of every time the band members yelled out "Boom!"

"Boom!" a bright explosion behind them.

"Boom!" another one in a different spot that

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" every 'boom' they yelled out, a miniature explosion flashed behind them, just coincidently timed to match their lyrics. The fans didn't know the truth but they just screamed out in cheer and excitement, thinking it was part of the show; unaware of the dead droids, Jawa and half-wounded Cheyman behind stage. Meanwhile, in the crowd, a small little alien with colorful ragged clothing and numerous long antennas that almost seemed to resemble dreadlocks saw the explosions. She pushed her way out of the concert and went outside. She avoided guards and made her way to her house where she climbed to her roof, standing there was an egg-shaped white robot looking out onto the distance to see where the concert was taking place.

"Mizz Eve! Eet wurked! Dem badmehn bez all boomeded!" the small alien chirped excitedly through her alien beak, the Eve probe turned and looked at the small alien hippie and patted her large head that was even bigger than her body.

"Thank you, Collie Mellon. I'm glad it all worked as planned." The Eve probe had escaped Grievous' clutches for nearly a month and had been hiding herself amongst small civilian settlements and the occasional spaceport town. She met the young anti-war Corganian alien that called herself, Collie Mellon. Eve befriended this innocent alien and they both avoided the Confederacy, for Eve since she was a convict on the run and for Collie since she was threatened for arrest for protesting the Clone Wars.

"Duz tis mahn youz gotzza gu wez noe?" the small Corganian chirped sadly. The Eve probe looked at the small and frail counter-cultural alien and she looked at her with a saddened expression.

"Sadly yes, Collie…they're gonna look for me here after this. I have to get out of here while I can. I think you should as well Collie-"

"Nogatza Mizz Eve! Nogatza! Mah plazen bez ehre! Iz wazen boorna ehre anz Iz goonza bez mahz reztinz plaz." The Eve probe nodded with understanding, this small creature was devoted to her constant mission to spread peace and to her friendship with Eve that she was willing to die for her. It touched Eve deep down; she hovered over and hugged her friend, silently wishing her the best of luck.

"Dohn yu worrie mizz Eve boutza ting. Truzt mez, evr lit'le ting gon bezalrihte…"

"Or so you and your three little 'birdie guardian angels' say, Collie…"

"Mah tree lit'le birdiz wilz b joozt finn, Mizz Eve…"

"Intriguing plan, Grievous. But you still didn't answer how you know it was her." Count Dooku replied after hearing Grievous' plan.

"Who else would know that Yelram Crystals have the same properties of plasma bombs and that to have them react only requires a high frequency. Her technology and her programming would only pick that up, my master…" Grievous replied to his master.

"Hmm…" the holographic Dooku put his hand to his beard and stroked his beard as he pondered this. Finally, he put his hand down and crossed them behind his back. "Very well Grievous, let your plan go into action. But answer me this one final question: are you doing this for a personal matter?"

"Of course not, my master. I only seek to demolish the Jedi order, this plan is only to trick the Eve probe into thinking that I am 'romantically' interested in her and if she falls for me, she will be putty in my hands and it will be simpler to get her to reveal her secrets to me. Once we have what we need, I will throw her aside and send her to become scrap metal." Grievous looked at his pupil's haunting yellow eyes, Grievous knew that this was how he could tell if you were lying or not, but after a moment, Dooku finally spoke.

"If you insist Grievous. She is yours, but I better expect results and Grievous…"

"Yes, master?"

"Don't fall into your personal feelings. You will be toying with hers, if you're not careful, you may find yourself forgetting the mission. Is that perfectly clear?" he said clearly, Grievous bowed down onto his knee.

"I understand, master…" with that, the holographic image of the old man disappeared. Grievous stood up and walked out, his mind conflicted again.

He had DELIBERATLY lied to his master.

He was already starting to feel something for the smooth, egg-shaped prisoner. Despite the fact she was a robot and he was just a cyborg, he felt something about her that he never felt since his years back home on Kalee. He wasn't too worried for her, he knew she could handle herself; she had managed to evade them for this long, she would do just fine by herself. Still, after a month since she escaped, those feelings he felt for her never disappeared or faded away.

She was unique…

She was special…

She was wonderful…

And he damned her entire being for doing this to him…

But he also praised her for making him feel this way