The Star Wars hype has never been more real. Aaaaaaaand now it is MY turn to let it consume every fraction of my soul :D (Actually this is false since I've lost my soul a long time ago... In a galaxy far, far away.)
Anyway, no need for any more intros. Let's get started!
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Shaak Ti, beloved Jedi master to nearly everyone in the order, had failed. She had long ago been freed from her bindings, and was now alone in her own private quarters, lost deep in thought. 'I can't believe I let the chancellor be captured.' She thought bitterly. Her face hardened. She had promised herself she would never let Grievous best her again since their encounter of Hypori, promised herself she would not let him win.
And yet he had won.
He killed her friends, her soldiers, and had taken the chancellor aboard his ship. Then, to add insult to injury, easily pinned her down, took her lightsaber, and left her behind with nothing but humiliation. Shaak Ti sighed, and began to meditate, forcing herself to forget about these thoughts. But still... The fact that she had failed her duty haunted her still. Shaak Ti felt an unfamiliar feeling stir up inside her, one she hadn't felt since she was a young padawan.
Anger.
Shaak Ti shook her head. "Remain calm, Jedi." She muttered quietly to herself. "You must not let these emotions control you. You did your best, and that's what matters."
She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had heard those words.
Suddenly she was interrupted by a knocking. Opening her beautiful ebony eyes, she permitted the visitor to enter.
"Master Windu," she greeted with a curt nod. A small voice in the back of her head scolded the Togruta for being so blunt with her old friend. Mace Windu, however, didn't seem to mind.
"Master Ti," he returned the nod. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," Shaak Ti replied, forcing her true thoughts to be pushed back. Mace Windu shook his head.
"Even I can sense a disturbance in you," he said in an unusually gentle voice. He sat down in front of Shaak Ti, his eyes staring right back at hers. The Togruta sighed, and looked down.
"I have failed the order." She murmured. Mace Windu nodded slowly.
"Perhaps." He stated. "But you know you shouldn't let it affect you. You protected the chancellor with the best of your abilities, even if that didn't go exactly as planned." He placed a hand on Shaak Ti's shoulder. "None of us blame you for this."
Shaak Ti glanced up at the human Jedi in front of her, and took in his words. She allowed a ghost of a smile to appear on her lips. "Thank you for your kind words, Master Windu." Mace allowed one of his rare smiles to show, and he gave a brief nod.
Standing up, he informed her, "General Kenobi and Skywalker are rescuing the chancellor as we speak, Shaak Ti. We'll have have him back before you know it, and you won't have anything to worry about anymore." He held out his hand, helping Shaak Ti to her feet.
"And what of Grievous?" Shaak Ti asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Mace Windu closed his eyes, and placed his hand under his chin.
"That's for Kenobi and Skywalker to decide. If they actually manage to capture him, then we'll be more than one step closer to ending this war," he answered.
Shaak Ti chuckled slightly. "If anyone can capture the general, it's those two without a doubt." She assured him, smiling once more. Mace chuckled as well.
"Yes, of all people they can pull it off."
Speaking of which...
"Sir, two Jedi are approaching and fast," a B1 Battle Droid informed the general. "And..." The droid hesitated. Grievous turned to the droid, his reptilian eyes showing anger and annoyance.
"And what?" The cyborg growled, advancing on the poor droid. The droid actually managed to make a nervous gulping sound.
"They... They had slain Count Dooku." The droid managed to choke out. Grievous's eyes widened with surprise upon hearing the news of his master's death. They quickly become enraged once more, and with a swift punch the droid collapsed, its head completely shattered. Grievous sighed, stepping over the useless scrap of metal. He signaled for his magnaguards, who quickly rushed towards him, awaiting orders.
"Stand by me," he commanded his elite bodyguards. "When I give the order to attack, I want you to kill the Jedi where they stand!" The magnaguards nodded, and readied their weapons. Grievous stood in the middle of them, waiting for the two intruders to make their grand appearance. His metallic hand reached for his newest trophy, the one he had taken from the female Jedi just a few hours prior. He briefly wondered if he would have to use it. It was a nice weapon, he admitted. It was certainly better crafted than the others he had gathered lately. His mind quickly returned to reality as the two Jedi finally entered.
Grievous growled. Of course, of course it was Obi-Wan Kenobi! Couldn't that shit-eating bearded Jedi NOT be the source of his problems for once? Grievous gave a barely audible sigh, and glanced at his adversities. "General Kenobi," he greeted with a snarl. Kenobi returned the greeting with a slight smirk. The Kaleesh Cyborg turned to the other Jedi. Before he could speak however, the general broke into a coughing fit. He noticed Kenobi raise an eyebrow, not knowing what Windu had done to the general.
Once the coughing fit was done, Grievous finally turned back to the second Jedi. "And you must be Anakin Skywalker," he assumed. He looked the young man up and down. "You're younger than I was expecting." Before Skywalker could respond, the general stepped back, waving his hand. Suddenly, the magnaguards seemed to spring to life, quickly charging at their foes. The Jedi flew into battle, hacking and slashing at the droids.
Grievous watched with narrowed eyes. He noticed the younger Jedi cutting through the guards, before charging at the cyborg. Grievous quickly ignited a lightsaber, and a rod of blue light deflected Skywalker's own. Skywalker continued his assault on Grievous, ruthlessly trying to overpower him. Grievous had to admire the Jedi's strength, but gave a dangerous cackle. He had dealt with this aggressive style of combat before, it wasn't hard to counter.
Grievous deflected blow after blow, before finally sweeping Skywalker off his feet. He was about to move in for the kill, but was forced to make a desperate dodge instead as Kenobi entered the duel.
"Remember, be unorthodox." Dooku's words replayed in Grievous's mind. Grievous followed this advice, pulling out a second lightsaber. As the two Jedi moved in to attack, Grievous surprised them by doing a handstand, throwing the weapons to his feet. He swung at them with dangerous kicks, his accuracy surprisingly on point. The Jedi could barely duck and block. If he could still smile, Grievous would have. He brought out his second pair of arms, pulling out two more lightsabers. He swung them, aiming at the unprotected legs of his opponents. They jumped out of the way, and Grievous took this as his chance to flip back upright and charge, all four arms wielding the deadly weapons of those he had murdered.
To his surprise, however, they didn't die.
Instead, his two right arms fell to the ground, useless. Grievous stared in shock, then glanced up to see a cocky grin on Skywalker's face. Grievous growled, knowing he had no way of winning. He quickly tried to flee, but was stopped by Kenobi, who had a lightsaber aimed at his throat.
"Come with us in peace and we'll let you live, General," Kenobi said in his annoying calm and friendly tone.
Grievous glanced at the two Jedi, his eyes full of hatred. He then closed his reptilian eyes, and dropped to his knees.
General Grievous, supreme commander of the droid army, hero to the planet Kalee, slayer of the Jedi order, had surrendered.
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Aaaaaaand done! Whew, well that was fun to write. (I was writing this outside in the middle of winter, my fingers are frozen stiff!) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to review, and remember... Stay wykkyd!