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Hello! This is my first story, so reviews are very welcome. Constructive criticism is accepted and will be used to build and correct any mistakes, but flames will be ignored. This is short, but if you guys want more, be sure to let me know. Thanks for reading!
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"Have the droid armies completed shutdown, Viceroy?" the blue image of Darth Sidious spoke.
Nute Gunray shuddered. He hated that voice. So calm and menacing. That voice had convinced him to attack the peaceful planet of Naboo, 13 standard years earlier. He had been tricked by that voice. Betrayed by it.
The Viceroy shuddered again. He had been drawn into this war. Lured by promises of fortune and free trade, the pure desperation of his situation after the trials, and by the words of Count Dooku.
Count Dooku, he thought, also a sith. Dooku had lied and betrayed him, just as Sidious had done. Only after he had gave his allegiance to the CIS had Dooku revealed the truth. That he too was a sith lord, and Sidious's apprentice.
He had wanted to leave, to salvage what he could and get out of the mess. But then Geonosis had came, and it was too late, for any of the Separatist council.
They were locked in.
He had then wanted to keep a low head in the war, minimize his losses, but no. He soon became one of the biggest targets for the Republic. He was positive he was in the top five on their most desired list.
The entirety of the Council had been on the run for almost a year. From Belderone to Utapau to here on Mustafar. Dooku had been killed at the failed attack on Coruscant, Grievous had been unheard from since Utapau, and now here Gunray was. Leader of the CIS.
That probably put him at the very top of the most desired list. Not the place to be in if you wanted to keep a low profile.
"Yes, my lord. Nearly an hour ago," Gunray said.
"Well done, Viceroy. You and the rest of the council will be handsomely rewarded for your efforts. When my new apprentice, Darth Vader arrives, he will... take care of you." the hologram responded.
"Thank you, my lord," Gunray answered, while silently he was thinking, Another one? How many of these people are there?
Excited chatter erupted as soon as the hologram faded. The rest of the surviving CIS Council. It seemed they liked the idea of being rewarded.
Gunray had almost failed to notice that they were in the room with him. It appeared that they had forgotten how badly the war was going.
It had been going well at first, they had pushed the Republic out of nearly every system in the outer rim. Then, things had gone wrong. The Republic's clone army, even if outnumbered by over 10 to 1 in every battle, had somehow managed to accomplish the nigh impossible, and take back all the systems they had lost, along with many that had defected to the CIS peacefully. Gunray sighed.
Unless Grievous had survived, the CIS was doomed. As much as the Viceroy hated the repulsive cyborg, he was the best military commander they had. They could survive under a commander like him.
Grievous awoke to a world of pain. Attempting to move, he struggled against several restraints that hold him in place. "He's awake!" a voice says. Highly distorted, his extremely damaged ears can barely hear the words.
Trying to speak, he opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. "Turn on his vocabulator," the same voice speaks, still barely audible.
A few clicks emanate from his mouth, signaling his newly found ability to talk. "W-what?" he rasps. "Sir, you suffered some… damages. We had to completely repair your body." He recognizes that voice now. One of his elite IG-100 magnaguards. The droid is standing by a control console, behind him medical droids of various descriptions were monitoring Grievous's condition.
"How did you find me? I- was shot." By Kenobi, he silently added. The stinking Jedi cheated!
"When your critical systems began shutting down, your emergency beacon activated. When we found you, you were barely alive, and we had to operate. Your starfighter was also gone. Currently, you are on the Independence, orbiting one of Utapau's moons."
Grievous, wondering exactly what "damages" entailed, looked downward. Damages was an understatement.
His armor had been completely removed, revealing decaying scarred tissue from long ago in the shuttle crash. But that was nothing compared to what Kenobi had done to him.
His chest plates were torn open, and inside lay… well, not much of anything now. Where his heart used to be was a repulsing black shape. His lungs, already damaged by Mace Windu, were almost completely obliterated.
Every other organ was gone too far to even be recognizable. Grievous felt stirrings of rage. Kenobi would pay. This was the second time the Jedi had done something like this to him, third if you counted Windu.
Looking back up, he noticed the blue veil of bacta for the first time. "How long do I have to stay in this box?" He asks, getting used to speaking now. "Approximately 3 weeks, sir. By then your surviving organic components will be almost fully healed, and your replacements will be ready to be installed. We then have to replace the cybernetic systems, and you will be fully operational," the magnaguard answered.
He growled. "Very well, but speed up the process as much as possible. There are… certain things that I must accomplish."
"Of course, General," the magnaguard replied.
Kenobi.. you will pay for what you have done. This is too far…