Malevolence - Subjugator-Class Destroyer

Hyperspace - Closest Location: Bespin

Clash. Parry. Clash and thrust.

Another clash, turned into a thrust.

Blue. Green.

Sparks.

General Grievous, formerly Qymaen jai Sheelal, was training.
Specifically, he was dueling with his MagnaGuards.

Except, instead of them using electrostaffs, they were using training lightsabers, as was the good General.

Blinding flashes of glorious golden sparks, with green and blue constantly clashing, were seen by all the occupants of the room. General Grievous clashed again, and again, and finally saw an opening in one of his IG-Series Guards. With inhuman reflexes, the cyborg General thrusted forward one of his sabers.

CLUNK.

The MagnaGuard fell to the ground, its photoreceptors deactivated. The wound would have been fatal for any, including the bodyguards.

It was now four against one, and the General was adoring the experience.

Another clash, a parry, several thrusts, and the MagnaGuards grouped up in front of him, readying a charge.

All too easy, Grievous thought. He moved forward, raising two arms up and putting two behind him, then he began spinning two of his arms, as the lightsabers he was holding in those arms kept spinning with them.

The MagnaGuards stabbed the sabers forward, and the General batted it away, but it gave the other two left a chance. This chance was one they used as IG-102 made a stabbing motion.

A magnificent blinding white light immediately erupted from the point of impact where the sabers collided, and this light repeated itself several times.

Grievous finally clashed with the two magnaguards, doubling his weight as all four lightsabers slammed against the IG-Series droids' own sabers.

He fell for the trick.

IG-101 and IG-102 deactivated their lightsabers, and General Grievous was caught off-guard. He tried to recover quickly, but gave them too much time.

That was enough time for them to make a slicing motion with their sabers.

The General had lost to his droids.

At the far end of the room, a beeping noise began chirping. A transmission, thought Grievous. It must be Dooku, checking the status of the coming assault.

"Get up, droids! Move to the end of the room!" spoke Grievous.

The droids that were on the floor immediately stood up and moved towards the side as the holoprojector in the far end of the room turned on.

"General Grievous."

Out of pure instinct, Grievous bowed to the projection of Count Dooku of Serenno. Dooku was the head of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, also known as the CIS or the Separatists.

"My lord."

"How has the assault on Bespin proceeded?"

"Our fleet will be arriving in approximately seventeen standard minutes, Count. Our fleet is prepared to face what may be a well defended station of Tibanna gas, but we are expecting minimal resistance. The Republic believes we are going to begin our assault on Tatooine, my lord."

"Clearly they are mistaken, General. You know your part. Leave no survivors. I trust you will not damage the Malevolence at all?"

"You have my word on it, Count. I will not fail."

"See to it that you don't. Lord Sidious will be most... displeased with you if this mission fails. Reinforcements will be on standby, General Grievous."

"Understood my lord."

"Good luck on the assault, General Grievous. End transmission!"

The transmission cut off, and General Grievous quickly walked to the bridge. With his MagnaGuards following him with their deadly electrostaffs, seeing him walking down the corridors gave the viewer of this magnificent fright a horrible case of fear.

The bridge doors opened and at once, OOM-45 walked up to the General.

"General, we are leaving hyperspace momentarily. Our scans detect one Venator-Class Star Cruiser, two Arquitens-class Light Cruisers, and approximately 10 to 15 squadrons of ARC-170 Starfighters. Awaiting orders, sir."

"Republic scum! I want the shields up, maximum power. Prepare all batteries and charge the Ion Pulse. Send the pod hunters afterwards."

"Roger roger."

Cloud City, Bespin

Civilians walked down the pathways connecting the many hotels, casinos, and malls of Cloud City. Everything seemed to be normal today, but that was soon about to change. The Bespin Wing Guards were on a usual patrol, when at once the atmosphere took a turn in the wrong direction.

Twelve unidentified ships jumped out of hyperspace, and they matched usual Separatist ships. But then the Wing Guards saw the massive ship. They could tell they were being invaded. The Republic wouldn't make it to Bespin in time. The small fleet above Bespin wouldn't hold out for long. They were doomed.

General Grievous would have been smirking under that mask if possible. "All batteries. OPEN FIRE ON THOSE SHIPS!"

After a brief period of silence, blasts of all kinds raced past Republic starfighters, colliding with the Venator. Within seconds, the Venator was already on fire, and the bridge was decimated. The cruisers didn't put up a fight, and afterwards, the turrets doubled their output. The fighters didn't stand a chance and the sheer amount of turbolaser blasts eliminated almost all of the pilots. About seven survived.
I wish for the Republic to arrive, but I need to gain their attention first... How should I try to get them to notice Bespin's trouble? The General was in deep thought, and as he was waiting for more Republic ships to arrive, an idea came to him.

"Move the fleet towards the planet, closer to the atmosphere. Send a transmission to all Republic ships and have them watch this."

The Separatist fleet began to slowly move closer to the atmosphere, and soon the floating cities were in mass panic.
Grievous started issuing orders again. "Shoot down the patrol ships. I want three squadrons of Vulture Droids to fly down to the surface and eliminate resistance. I also want a group of gunships down. Make sure they get the message."

General Grievous looked at the transmitter, and his eyes widened with glee. "Ah, so the Republic is receiving this message. How wonderful. Watch what your foolishness has caused. Worlds that you have ignored have suffered. Bespin is one such example. Your foolishness has done nothing but cause pain. Your armies will be decimated. Come and attempt to take Bespin back. I am sure you will be excited to face a challenge." He moved the transmitter's view towards the planet's cities, and one such colony collapsed in a glorious flame.

Asel Quisilon, a Republic Admiral, was frantic. The Separatists were already at Bespin? Bespin was a valuable planet! "Shields up, maximum power. All batteries prepare to fire! Pilots to your stations! This is not a drill!"

Messages were constantly being sent everywhere, and sometimes they were overlapping. The mess that was hyperspace faded into a clearer image, and what the Republic's fleet saw was heart-stopping.

A blue ring of light was about to fire on their fleet. And there were Separatists everywhere.

"All fighters launch! Everyone board the gunships and if you can make it to an escape pod, don't hesitate to launch!" Immediately after he delivered the message, an absolute mass of red, green, and blue light shot out of the Separatist armada and slammed into the Republic's fleet. The blue ring finally fired after two of the Venators that had arrived as reinforcements were torn in half. Evidently whoever was in charge of this fleet didn't want anyone to survive, escape pods and starfighters included. That was a horrible thought.

Everything the ion ring collided with was disabled. Not long after the turbolaser blasts slammed into the disabled Republic ships. The ARC-170s that had launched from the Venators were caught in the blast, and then a truly horrifying sight was witnessed. Jetpack droids were flying towards the helpless escape pods and fighters that were disabled.
The Relief, Admiral Quisilon's own vessel, was partially caught in the blast, and half of his ship was disabled. He could only watch in horror as the jetpack droids flew towards the escape pods, fighters, and even the bridges of the Venators, and blasted the glass to nothingness. He watched in horror as the soon-to-be lifeless and already lifeless forms of the clone pilots, troopers, and officers he fought with flew out of the vehicles and ships.

He tried to request reinforcements. After a brief minute of silence and the transmitter struggling to come to life, a very faint figure was seen projected.

"Master Jedi! I need your help! We've been trapped by Separatists!"

Jedi Master Luminara Unduli recieved a transmission from a Republic Venator.

"Master Jedi! I need your help! We've been trapped by Separatists!"

"You've been trapped by the CIS?"

The faint blue figure was that of a Republic Admiral, and the admiral nodded vigorously.

"We're over a gas giant! There's a massive ship with some kind of superweapon! Too many of them! Requesting backup! Please send reinforcements! I repeat, I need reinf- AAGH!"

The transmission cut off, with the sound of glass shattering, blasters being fired, and space filling an air-filled room. Master Unduli was confused. She only knew that it was above or around a gas giant, a superweapon was involved, and that he needed reinforcements. She also knew that this Admiral was dead.

Jedi Master Luminara Unduli was very confused at the moment.