The tall slim Togruta Jedi master ran swiftly down the Hallway. She was focused on one target and one target only. Escape. She had been captured and brought to this facility for nobody knows what reason. But she did know who wanted her. The living cyborg himself, General Grievous. "Stop right there Jedi!" came the familiar voice of a droid. She turned around slowly to see it cock its rifle and aim. "Don't move" it bellowed "or I'll blow your head off!" The Togruta looked the droid up and down and thought to herself. This is one Cocky droid. Without thought or even realizing it, she flicked her wrist sending the droid down the hall the way it came, causing it to shatter against the wall. She listened for metallic footsteps but heard none. Must be scared she thought, quickly turning around and heading towards her destination. She soon came to an opening prying it open with the force only to catch a glimpse of a dry land. Her tall slim body, orangish colored skin with red and white Montrials, and blue cloth helped her blend better with the strange, desert like surroundings of what used to be, a beautiful water world, but is now a barren wasteland. She climbed over the nearest hill and bent down searching below for the landing pad were she would call for extraction. It was heavily guarded by let's say… 30 to 40 droids and three turrets strong enough to take down a cruiser class warship. Her odds: she would live. Starting to go through the plans in her head she was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice. "So I see you are trying to escape" it said "But you are going to need these" The Togruta quickly turned around to confirm it really was who she thought. It was in fact the cyborg General Grievous. As he spoke he tossed over her two twin blue lightsabers. She didn't move. "Don't be scared" he said "I only bight slightly" he started to cough very gruesomely