The only thing I own is the OCs
We are minding our own business, flying through space when our ship shudders.
My wife's eyes fill with fear.
"We're caught in a tractor beam. It's General Grievous and Count Dooku." She whispers.
My heart pounds in my chest.
Soon our secret could be revealed.
We cut power to our engines and allow ourselves be pulled into the Hanger Bay.
We watch as the feared General Grievous stalks with the Dark Traitor towards our ship.
We lower the ramp and wait for them to enter and make their way to us.
"You are trespassing in restricted space!" Grievous snarls.
"We were not aware that this space was restricted." I say, trying not to reach for my wife's hand.
Suddenly she's no longer in the co pilot's chair but in Dooku's arms.
"You were sent to spy on us by the Jedi Council." Dooku says.
"NO!" I cry. "I swear on my mother's honor as a Healer we weren't sent by the Jedi."
"Grievous, dispose of them." Dooku says "Then dump their ship in space as a warning."
I watch in horror as Grievous stabs my beloved in the chest with a lightsaber.
A shriek of anger escape my lips before the monster stabs me in the gut.
"Now you will die, Jedi." Grievous snarls.
"You will die at the hands of a Jedi." I whisper
I smile.
He steps on me, inflicting damage on my body.
"I would kill you now except that I want you to die a painul death." Grievous snarls.
With that he turns and leaves the cockpit.
We lay there until we feel the ship being towed out into space and sense the presences of Dooku and Grievous disappear.
I stand,my wounds healed.
"I am going to change." The reassuring voice of my wife says.