Commander Maelstrom: The General's Apprentice
General Grievous the supreme commander of the CIS Droid Army stood tall and intimidating clad in an armoured endoskeleton with a black cloak hanging of the shoulders flanked by a pair of magnaguards wearing ragged cloaks over their grey battle chassis wielding electrostaffs.
Before the cyborg leader his first and only protégé is demolishing the last of the EG-series droids his dual lightsabers sweeping through their droid bodies with the precision Grievous demanded of his apprentice. Skilfully blocking and deflecting their red blades with his own blades of blue and green.
Both lightsabers were prizes won in combat against a Jedi knight and their own apprentice while armed with only an electrostaff and a company of supporting Battle Droids. Although he did not escape the conflict unscathed Grievous's training proved effective as his apprentice returned to present him with the fallen Jedi's weapons.
The last assassin droid fell its legs bisected at the knee's, the droid futilely attempts to strike out with its blade which is artfully evaded as Grievous's apprentice swings his own blades gracefully taking the droids head off. The last Jedi Killer Droid collapses in pieces deactivated...permanently.
"Impressive" Grievous comments a hint of pride creeping into his artificial voice. "Most impressive" he hisses as his apprentice kneels before him de-activating and holstering his lightsabers.
"When you came to me...you were weak!" Grievous declares holding up his mechanical fist empathetically. "And now under my tutelage you have become strong!" He clenches his fist tightly as he glowers down at the boy in front of him.
The boy was young almost the same age as Skywalker's whelp. Clad in a burnt orange tunic under beige robes that came across to cover the lower half of his face. Hiding the respirator he requires ever since he sustained damage to his left lung at the hands of a former comrade to aid his breathing. His once sun blond spikes now bleached white to silver dreadlocks. His eyes are mismatched his left eye remaining unchanged, a cerulean orb brighter than the Bluest of lightsaber blades. His right eye now a slitted crimson red orb glowing with unnatural power. Several scars run down his face two of them passing close by his right eye. A testament to the struggle his lightsabers former wielders put up before parting with them.
Once called Naruto Uzumaki a Genin ranked Shinobi of Konoh Born on a primitive and relatively unknown world in the wildness reaches of space. Now reborn as Commander Maelstrom the only being to be worthy of ever been General Grievous's apprentice.
"You have but one final task" General Grievous coughs harshly raising his metallic hand to his faceplate "before you can take your rightful place by my side" he takes a pair of lightsabers in both of his hands as he shrugs of his cloak. "Survive!" His arms split into two grasping claws each now eliding a separate active lightsaber.
Grievous steps into a combat stance taught to him by Dooku and spins his top two lightsabers around as he strikes out with his other two lightsabes aiming to if not kill then at least horrifically maim his apprentice.
Maelstroms only reaction at this sudden and unprovoked attack is a slight widening of his eyes as he draws his own lightsabers thumbing the activation switches just in time to counter his masters blazing blades. "I will not fail master" he vows his voice distorted by a respiratory echo displayed no fear merely determination.
"We shall see" Grievous states ominously as he presses his attack.