The Malevolence was in the Outer Rim after a long fight with three Republic battle cruisers.
Maintenance droids were hard at work in the engine room, where the ship had taken most of the damage. The commander of the ship for who the battle droids referred to as General Grievous was currently on the bridge.
On the bridge stood a tall, yet elderly man who emitted an air of authority nobody dared to question this man, not even the General.
"General, our last attack left us crippled quite severely," spoke the elderly man named Count Dooku, alias Darth Tyranus.
"My Lord, the only reason that we are left like this as we are now is because these pathetic heaps of scrap can't follow even the simplest of orders!" the General spat back with an awful lot of venom in his words. The Count walked over to him and slapped him as hard as he could across the metal mask.
Every droid stopped what they were doing. This was going to be good.
"Do not take your anger out on me, if you have a problem contact Lord Sidious!" Dooku said bitterly.
Grievous stood there, motionless. It was taking all his will-power suppress his rage and control himself. He turned around and started to walk to the other side of the bridge. As he did that and things returned to normal, a lady clad in a dark cloak entered the bridge.
"Master, I have returned from my mission," said the cloaked figure.
"Very good, my apprentice," praised Dooku, calmly." He turned to Grievous. "See, General?" he mused, mockingly. "You should take a page out of Ventress' book."
Grievous stood there trying to cope with his rage suddenly something fell on him which made him fall to the ground. Dooku and Asajj Ventress turned around and looked at what had hit him. Their eyes widened when they realized what it was. Before they could truly react Grievous, in his rage threw the object into a battle droid.
"GENERAL!" they both shouted as he continued his journey to the object with lightsaber in hand. He was about to slice it into three equal pieces when his lightsaber was intercepted only by Dooku's quick reflexes. When this happened, Grievous quickly withdrew his lightsaber and, for the first time, actually looked at the object that had hit him.
As he looked upon the object, he realized that it was no object but a child! A little girl no more than six wearing a black dress that reached her knees. "Ventress, call for a medical droid immediately!" commanded Count Dooku.
In the infirmary...
The girl came too after four days in a coma. When she opened her eyes, she panicked. She didn't know where she was or anything. When the medical droid came in to check on its patient, it was greeted with a sharp implement pointed at its head.
"Please ma'am" begged the droid. "For your own safety please remain in the bed. You are not in good condition."
"Where am I?" asked the girl, anger slowly rising.
"You are on board the Malevolence, ma'am," replied the droid.
"What's the Malevolence?!" demanded the girl, not lowering the implement one inch.
"The Malevolence is a Separatist battle cruiser commanded by the great General Grievous," the droid replied, unfazed by the threat before it.
Before the questions and answers could go on any further, two B-1 battle droids walked in and grabbed the girl by the arms and dragged her to the bridge.
On the bridge, she was greeted by the sight of more battle droids at the consoles keeping the ship intact. Right at the far end was a towering figure in a grey cape, metal plates, a fierce-looking white mask, and yellow reptilian-like eyes.
"Sir, the prisoner has awakened," said one of the droids to Grievous.
The cyborg only nodded. He then ordered the droids to leave them. They replied only with "Roger, Roger".
As Grievous started one of his usual coughing fits, he turned around to look at the prisoner. "So, you finally came to..."
The girl stood there, motionless in his presence as silent as the grave. When Grievous didn't get an answer, he brought one of his lightsabers to his right hand, activated it, and pointed the tip of the blade at the girl's face.
She fell down, trying desperately to get back on her feet. Grievous grabbed her left leg and pulled her back. She screamed bloody murder, all the while with Grievous laughing with amusement.
It was then that Count Dooku interfered and grabbed Grievous' sword arm, forcing him to put deactivate his weapon. The girl, now back on her feet had tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
The old man approached the girl, who by now was starting to cry from the bruise that was starting to appear on her ankle. "What's your name, child?" he asked with kindness tightly coiled around each of his words.
"S-s-y-y-ana," the girl stuttered.
"Well, Mistress Syana, welcome aboard the Malevolence," replied Dooku. "Ventress, make sure she stays here on the bridge and make sure she stays safe. I must contact my master immediately." And with that he walked out of the bridge.
Syana stood there, watching the droids go about their routines when she suddenly felt the courage to ask a question. "What are those things on your belt?"
Ventress looked down at her belt. She tried her best not to look impatient. "It's called a lightsaber," she replied as she took one off her belt and activated the blade.
Suddenly a droid came crashing through into the bridge. "General. Count Dooku requests your presence right away."
Grievous just pushed it aside as he stormed of down the hallway, coughing.
In the comm room was a hologram of Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of the Sith. "Nice to see you, General," he spoke, his voice as low as a predator's growl. "I have reviewed the blood sample that Lord Tyranus has sent me and quite frankly, I'm stunned."
"What is so surprising about the girl's blood if I may ask, Lord Sidious?" asked the General.
"This child possesses the largest amount of midi-chlorians I have ever countered it even surpasses young Skywalker's..."
At this point. both Dooku and Grievous' eyes widened and stared at each other.
"B-but how is that even possible?!" stuttered Dooku.
"I cannot say," Sidious replied. "The only conclusion that I can come to is that she is the embodiment of the Force. General Grievous, I trust that you will take care of her."
Hearing like he was going to have another surgery from his personal medical droid, Grievous let out a coughing fit and slammed his fist against the wall. After he recovered from his little coughing fit, he blurted out, "This is outrageous! Why should I have to babysit this child?!"
Both Dooku and Sidious gave him a look that said that if he refused, he would be turned into scrap. And so, he backed down.
"Master" said Dooku, "if I may ask what was her midi-chlorian count?"
"It was just over eight million" he replied. "Whether this is a malfunction of the diagnostics or not, I shall find out shortly."
Dooku's eyes looked like they were about to launch themselves from their sockets.
"And one more thing before we end our conversation..." Sidious paused before continuing: "The Jedi must never find out about her."
And with that said, the hologram disappeared.
Grievous was skulking on the bridge; he hated the idea of babysitting!
Syana was still on the bridge. She was looking out into the deep reaches of space.
It was then that Dooku decided to speak up/ "Syana, I have discussed the situation with my master and he believes that you should be in the care of General Grievous."
Hearing the Count's words, both grievous and Syana looked at him. Grievous just sighed and turned away while Syana was still looking at Dooku.
"Are you insane?!" she snapped. "He almost killed me!"
Count Dooku said nothing. He just gave her a stern look. He was nothing, if not persuasive.
And so the adventures of Grievous' babysitting job began.