Chapter 2:
Grievous had to admit that this humanoid senator possessed beauty, but that there was something familiar about her. In a blink of an eye the cyborg soon realised that he did know her. The General had never been very interested in the politics of the raging war, but she was easily identifiable.
Grievous let out a small cough before he amused greeted his hostage: "Senator... Padmé Amidala" he chuckled wickedly "Or should I say former Queen of Naboo" he locked his beastly eyes in the Senators dashing brown orbs. When Padmé heard his haunting voice uttering her name she cringed and looked away, escaping the cyborgs gaze.
It greatly amused Grievous that the slimy coward Gunnray had suffered such an embarrassing defeat at the hands of this woman. "General Grievous" the senator dryly replied after reestablishing eye contact, she continued disgusted, "Your infamy and cruelty has struck most republic citizens with fear", Grievous narrowed his eyes "Good, then they know I'm coming for all of them" he began stalking towards Padmé "But they aren't the ones who should worry, they will all be free from the republic soon enough" now Grievous was standing right infront of her, he was nearly a meter taller and he had to bend his back and tilt his skeletal face to met Padmé's soft one "It is the Jedi I will slaughter" with a stern face the ex-queen met the General's cold stare without a trace of fear "I don't know from which hell you were manufactured, nor how anything could be so viciously programmed, but rest assure that you will….." The slap echoed in the hangar. Padmé slowly moved her hand to her cheek were a huge read bruise had appeared with a tiny stream of blood. The next thing she knew was a cold claw lifting her of the ground by the collar. Violently shaking Padmé Grievous roared "You insolent wench! I am not a droid!" he felt like slamming the arrogant senator on the ground so she could learn a lesson, but he restrained himself. Padmé seemed absolutely petrified with fear, her eyes staring wide open. Putting Padmé firmly on the
ground Grievous coldly rasped "You have the devils of the Jedi order to thank for my presence, and I will hunt restlessly until they have all suffered my wrath" with that the General swung around and left Padmé speechless "Take the prisoner to the guest room next to the command bridge, and have her double guarded!" Grievous roared while walking away from the shaken senator.
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The cell door slid opened and the grey four digit hand pushed the senator through the entrance. She made contact with the cold floor. Pushing her nimble body off the ground Padmé turned her head towards the Magnaguard who gave her a lifeless glance before the door slam shut.
Darting her startled eyes across the room Padmé made acquaintance with her new location. It was dark. What her eyes could conclude was that the cell was small. She could see a solid bed pinned to the grey steel wall. The weak lighting cast a gloomy appearance over the cell features. Huttering the captive senator scrambled to the bench. Sitting in a hunched position with her trained legs dangling of the edge and a soft hand firmly holding her disarranged hair Padmé released a heavy sigh. She shut her eyes in despair accepting her current position.
The former queen of Naboo was no damsel in distress, she had supervised a whole planet and never cowered in the face of danger. Padmé was even a proven warrior in her own right. Even Though she had been through worse considering the Geonosian arena, She had never experienced this solitude. "Strength comes in numbers…" She muttered.
General Grievous was no Nute Gunray. The cyborgs ruthlessness and efficient command had become infamous after the battle of Hypori. Unless Anakin could best the droid General in single combat or she would somehow manage to breakout of her cell and find a unprotected shuttle which wasn't a Vulture droid, she might be able to escape. Solely thinking independently which meant excluding exterior help Padmé doubted that she could outsmart the vicious cyborg.
Padmé dragged her legs up the bed and lowered her torso to the stiff slab. She silently stared at the dark ceiling. Her hazel eyes had now adjusted to the darkness. The cell was as bland and empty as one could expect during war.
The senator was still shaken by the generals assault, the hatred backing his words "I am not a droid!" gave Padmé shivers. If he wasn't a droid what was he? his haunting reptilian eyes conveyed biological life but his body declared the contrary. He obviously was a cyborg in that aspect but she had always thought that his conscious was ruled by a CPU or some kind of programming, that the droid general had been some mad science project by the Separatist, which Grievous probably was. But what she couldn't rid her thoughts of was "You have the devils of the Jedi order to thank for my presence". Could the jedi really be the ones responsible for his appearance? In that case what had happened to him and why? Who was he really? What was he really? All these questions filled the senators head and she couldn't deduce anything. All she had which she could go on was Grievous reptilian orbs.
She tried to use her knowledge from her experience as a Senator. Padmé had met a tremendous variety of species from the Galaxy, both in the Senate and during missions. Picturing different species, she tried to match them with Grievous eyes.
"Maybe he is a Lasat…." Padmé pondered "No, Grievous eyes have a darker yellowish tone unlike Lasat's green ". Her closed eyes twitched with annoyance. The senator swore to herself that she would if nothing else get to the bottom of Grievous mystery.