Ok so here is chapter one. Hope it suitable. No, the opening planet is not Tatooine. Ella really is not good with names. The only reason she knows Grievous's so well is because he kept shouting it over the top of his lungs before he killed someone. Revised and edited chapters cuz the site removed the line breaks .
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Chapter One
It was some far off planet in the outer rim they were conquering. Ella never kept track because she wasn't very good with names. All she knew was that it was a desert like planet with one very large, very red sun, which was currently set, leaving the one, small moon to brighten the night. There wasn't any life she could see.
She was 5'6", blonde, blue eyed, and thin. Pretty average for a human. Nothing about her really stands out aside from her obvious cybornetic eye, and the huge robotic wolf that was always by her didn't have armor on, as she was sitting inside the compartment of Demon. All she had to do was lay down and she would be completely protected.
Demon had gone through some modifications since she built grievous. His origional body had gotten destroyed at the battle of Genosis against the jedi. It's design for maximum stealth largely decreased it's defensive capabilities in close quarter's combat. Now Demon was heavier, a little slower, and definately not very stealthy, but had a high defense capability, as well as attack for both long and close distance combat. Ella had over compinsated and she knew it.
She was still trying to find the perfect balance. If she put too much armor on him, it increased defense, but it also increased weight and decreased movement and speed. If she decreased the weight by removing armor, it decreased defense as well, and so on. For now his current body would have to do.
Beside her was the infamous supreme comander of the droid armies; General Grievous. Much earlier, when the cyborg first opened his eyes, he had tried to kill the girl, along with everyone in the room. Fortunately, only a few of the bug aliens got hurt. Genosians? Was that what they were called?
She winced. She never was good with names...
Well, anyway, she lived of course but she had to jump behind Demon to avoid his attacks.
Demon looked around a little, and Ella could hear his eye zooming in and out, trying to find something.
"Uh, what are we looking for, again?" Ella asked.
"Are you stupid?" Grievous growled. "Jedi scum, you complete idiot!"
Ella stared off into the distance using the scope mode of her cybornetic eye, the blue circle over where her iris was getting slightly brighter. Nothing. She turned the dial on the side to nightvision, also turning the blue dot to a dull green. Finally she tried infared, her eye turning red.
"Well?" demanded the cyborg General.
"There is no sign of life anywhere," said Demon. Ella had programed it with a male voice. Demon rarely spoke, and certaintly not on the battlefeild. "If there is any of these Jedi, they would probably be indoors sleeping, as would most sensable life-forms."
Grievous growled at Demon and pulled out a lightsaber.
"I wasn't speaking to you, droid!" he shouted, waving his lightsaber in a few circles.
Demon just looked at the cyborg for a long moment. "I'm a highly advanced AI. My internal sensors can process faster than your organic brain, even if it has a few modifications."
"Um, Demon look 400 meters east in infared and tell me what you see," Ella interuppted them. He turned his head around to stare out, his visual sensors turning red. Grievous attempted to look out that far as well, but even his keen reptillian eyes couldn't see what she was pointing out. There was a very small blip of green and blue far out. The intervals seemed to be like breathing. She heard Demon zoom in on it and switch backand forth between modes.
"Switch to night vision," Grievous said very quietly. "I believe we are being watched."
And when Ella switched, she saw what looked like a glare off a pair of binoculars. A few clicks came from Demon. Possible target, he meant.
Her scope only went so far, so she leaned down. As she did so the straps around her shoulders tightened, pulling down the hatch.
Inside Demon, it was a perfect but tight fit for her, and a slight slope downward. But all the controls and switches were inside. She could even see what Demon was seeing thanks to the monitor. Once she put the headphones in, she could hear what he was experiancing as well. There were meters as well, measuring the light heat and sound levels all around. The only problem was that in order to use the outside long gun, she would have to sit up.
Ella made a mental note to improve the internal configuration. That could decrease weight by a lot if she did it correctly.
"Demon, how useful is your voice unit?" Ella asked.
"Depends on how much communication I need to do."
"Would it be better, you think, if I removed it?"
"Insufficient data," Demon replied. "Conduct experiments."
"What is that thing?" She was watching the monitor. There was a long thin looking bright light. It almost looked like...
"From what I've gathered from observations and from my memory data, I am 89% sure it's a lightsaber. I am 65% sure that the life-form holding it is a padawan in training. I'm 100% possitive his master is near by and have drawn the conlusion this is a trap."
"Scan for other life-forms."
Grievous could not hear their conversation and he was well aware of the lightsaber. A blue one. He narrowed his eyes. "So," he thought, "I suppose this Jedi doesn't fall under 'sensible life-forms.'" He chuckled darkly at his own joke, then darted off towards the single blue lightsaber. The sand slowed him down quite a bit, and embarrassingly he rememered he was heavier than what he used to be. The weilder of the lightsaber, he could see, was a young padawan. A teenage human. He was artfully practicing blocking movements. Grievous slowed down, approaching soundlessly like a cat, a hand on the lightsaber he was going to slice up this Jedi wanna-be. A slight hill in the sandblocked him from seeing the bodies of the droid scouts he sent out earlier, and he very noisily tripped over the long dead shell.
"Dooku instructed us to watch over Grievous," Demon reminded Ella.
"I'm not a fricken baby sitter!"
"It has only been a couple months since he got transfered into his new body. He isn't used to his own body yet."
Ella grumbled a bit under her breath. Then, "Just wait until the other Jedi reveals itself."
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"Your failure very nearly led to your demise," Dooku reprimanded Grievous very harshly. "It was only thanks to Ella that you survive."
Grievous said nothing, just looked away from the count. He was standing slouched and with his arms behind his back. His antenna on both sides of his head were back, giving him a look like a kicked puppy.
Ella put a hand over her mouth, silencing the giggle threatening to escape her lips. The thought of such a tempermental and dangerous cyborg seeming like a puppy just struck her funny bone.
Dooku turned away from the general and, in a similar but straighter postion, looked out the view ports. After a while he sighed and shook his head.
"You need work on your lightsaber skills," he said with a glare at the view ports. He turned around, lifting his chin up so it was level with the floor. "Follow me, I have something to show you that should help you train."
Ella went off to her room near the flight deck where she had a sort of work room, and so Demon didn't have to navigate the hallway doors not built for something as big as him. He could, but the Nemoidians and the Banking Clan put too much investment in this flag ship for anything too out of the ordinary.
She walked into her work room and the first thing she saw was it was completely trashed.
The next thing made her blood boil.
Demon was cut apart while charging. There was plenty of signs of lightsaber burns and cuts, as well as just plain smashed to bit peices as well. Her fists clenched angrily and she made a straight bee-line for the training room. And Grievous.
