"2-2-7, I need you to-"
A bright light appeared in Grievous's eye's, than a dark light. What was happening? What was going to happen?
Life seemed close to a end and was pretty painful process. He was told it would hurt, he lived on knowing that his time would be short due to his choice of operation.
But now? Why now? Nothing happened. He wasn't in the middle of any big battle, or mini war. He wasn't close to any weapon coming close to fire, his light sabers weren't activated. How could it happen when you're at your most peaceful moment in life?
So was this it? A bright light, than a dark light? Than death? It couldn't be like that. Many thoughts came through Grievous's mind as he passed new colors and new universes.
How could anything like this happen when he was just-
"What the?" Grievous was now standing in the middle of a busy street. Looked around at the strange looking people passing him by, Grievous began to feel odd.
The thought of movtion from one position to another SO fast just gave him a headach.
Where was he? Was the questioned he asked himself over and over again. One moment he's sitting in front of a hologram planning another attack on the Republic the next…..here?
A droid appeared behind him and stood tall next to him before he realized his new location and began to scratch his metal skull in questioning.
"2-2-7!" Grievous had his hand in the air, ready to smack anything in his reach, as he turned to the droid that covered his face in fear, "Where are we?" he demanded.
Grievous let his hand drop and glared through his mask at 2-2-7 who started to push buttons on his databank randomly, hoping something would pop up and allow him to live.
"Uh…General, we seem to be in a unknown area." 2-2-7 lifted the databank up to Grievous, so he could see it for himself.
"This is-"
"Mommy, Mommy! Look!" A little Chinese girl with short ponytails yanked on her Mother's hand as she jumped continually up and down, pointing at Grievous with great excitement.
"It's him, it's him! It's really, really him!"
The mother smiled at him and pulled out her camera from her grey purse, "She can take a picture with you right?"
"What?" Grevious's eye's opened in shock and he took a willing step backwards.
The woman probably didn't hear him right since she told her excited daughter to stand by what they thought was a man in a realistic Grievous costume.
The girl pulled Grievous down by the hand and wrapped his arms around his neck. Grievous was close to pushing the girl away from him and slicing the her to pieces, but a flash blinded him.
He fell backwards in deep shock as he flickered his eye's continually.
"I took a picture with General Grievous, I took a picture with Grievous!" 2-2-7 watch as the girl ran over to the camera in his mother's hands to make sure she didn't blink in the process of the deadly flash.
"You look so cute, Honey." The Mom complimented.
"I do, I DO!" The girl jumped up and down, than stopped, looked to her mom and finally said, "Okay, I'm done. You can put him in prison now, Mommy."
"Hahahha, Honey, it's alright."
"How is it alright." she leaned forward and whispered in her mom's ear, "He has a bad temper, we can put him in therapy like Daddy."
"The JedI will take care of him I'm sure."
Grievous rubbed his eye's in pain and he caused more agony as his metal fingers tried to rub away from blackness.
The Mom nodded a thanks towards Grievous before continuing her walk with he child, who still wanted her to put him in jail.
"Why didn't you do anything?" Grievous regain his sight and got in 2-2-7's face immediately. 2-27 replied, "I, I didn't know what to do, Sir."
"Why did the Separatist ever give you a blaster in the first place?" Grievous grabbed 2-2-7's blaster and knocked him on the head with it.
He than threw the blaster back in 2-2-7's arms and 2-2-7 stumbled backwards as Grievous turned to a man in some kind of fancy suit.
Grabbing him by the collar the man was lifted in the air, his feet dangled loosely, "What the heck is wrong with you, Man?"
"Where are we?" Grievous ignored the man's words.
"Man, I'll give you my money just let me go!"
"I ask you a question!"
"N, N, NEW YORK!"
"Are you sure?" He pulled the man up to his face to get a better look at him.
"Yeah, yeah! Ask anyone! I swear I'm telling the truth!"
The man was dropped and he scattered to pick up his papers before jumping to his feet and running down the street.
People stared, but Grievous could care less. He'd been stared at village family's, who he killed soon after, he'd do the same to these people if he weren't in such a deep whole.
The real question was….how does he get out of a whole? How do you get out of a place where they have weird buildings, weird machines they hold to their heads, and weird….everything! How do you do that? All he had was a droid that he hated so and his light sabers. WAIT!
Light sabers. At least he had something he was familiar with.
"Uh…..Sir?" 2-2-7 picked up a wondering piece of paper off the ground and gave it to Grievous, "What's that?"
Grievous's eye's were diverted to the paper and what he saw was a green woman holding what looked like a stick and some…..strange databank.
"This world is just too weird." Grievous mumbled, before turning on his COM link and asking, "Anyone droids troopers out there? I demand a response!"
Grievous didn't hear 2-2-7 praying for his robotic life that he wasn't the only one stuck with Grievous and than the COM link started crack a few words.
"We-CRACKING NOISE- are-CRACKING NOISE-green- CRACKING NOISE-big lady-CRACKING NOISE-needs immediate assists."
The droid on the other line didn't sound very much like a well…robot…but it could have been Ventress for all he knew. He must have been talking about the lady on the paper.
He turned his head, only to see 2-2-7 staring into one of the windows that had all these's little droids in it. They looked like play toys for younglings, but 2-2-7 seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he stared into the other toys red eye's, wait…..do droids even have thoughts?
"Urge, what are you doing NOW? Getting out of here should be more important than that idiotic trinket!"
2-2-7 only gave his General a glance before returning to the play toy, "Not the toy, Sir," 2-2-7 shivered, "The words…..look."
He backed away to let the General in, and as Grievous inspected this so called special wording on the toy's black box he noticed that…..he couldn't read any of it! This world truly is weird, "What language is it?" Grievous glanced back to 2-2-7.
He shook his head stating, "It's nowhere in my databanks, Sir, or my programming. It looks pretty complex, I'll work on decoding it immediately."
That was 2-2-7's personality. His made personality.
He got very shy when in a new environment and than he got tough. Pretty easy to get killed with that attitude on his side, especially seeing how many droids were killed by General Grievous who were on his side.
Grievous shook his head, not knowing what to really say about their language, "Let's go." he snapped as he turned towards where he thought was the location of the green woman.
2-2-7 began to mumble under his breath as he attempted to read every word that passed him by.
Read and review! I will have future chapters ready soon, I'm just doing this as a test to see how much people actually like it. So the more you review the more I'll want to write. I'm working on some other stories at the moment, but I will get to the next chapter up soon.
And they will be interesting.