Disclaimer: I don't own KND…nor do I own Star Wars…..but I do own this story! Sorry, but this fan is NOT getting sued!
A.N: Thank you…all of you…for reviewing Chapter 2, it meant a lot to me, even for the people who came later on. Anyway, here it is, chapter three of Operation: G.R.I.E.V.O.U.S…hope you like it as much as I enjoyed typing it…enjoy!
Chapter: 3- Killed
Kuki was lying on the floor, unconscious, as Numbah Four knelt next to her not even paying attention to her, just shocked by the sight of the General, but the injured operative, hid behind a cargo crate.
The tall general, standing high and about five meters away from the two operatives, was eager to just cut down the operatives with one easy blow, but instead he thought of giving his prey a head start, just to make the hunt exciting "Young operatives," he called, "I will give you an opportunity to show your strength…and you might even have a chance to kill me,"
Numbah Four stayed still, "Who are you?" he whispered, not changing his expression.
"If you do not lift up your weapon and in any case attempt to fire, you will be sliced into four in a split second," the general warned as he quickly shook off his cape from his neck and it quietly glided to the ground, "Now!"
Numbah Four, suddenly look irritated, slowly reached out to his bubble-gum ball shooter on the floor, "I don't know who you are or what you want with me or Numbah Three or any other kid in this hangar," he said as he aimed his weapon at the general's round forehead from a distance, "but I do know one thing, that you never mess with the Kids Next Door, especially a cruddy freak like you!"
The general swung his light-sabers and leaped towards Numbah Four, "Bah!!" the general cried out with anger.
Wally held his ground, holding the weapon with two hands, waiting for the right time, when he's close enough to hit the target right. Just before he was about to take the shot, he was shoved to the ground as the general missed and leaped above him and crashed onto a scrapped ship.
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"Let's move people!' Numbah One ordered as the three operatives sprinted towards where they left Kuki.
As they arrived, they saw Numbah Four on the floor and Kuki standing over him, "What did you do that for, Numbah Three? I had a perfect shot" Numbah Four asked, getting up to her level.
"I just saved your life, and this is the thanks I get?" Kuki complained, crossing her arms.
"Umm…hello, guys. What's going on?" Numbah Two informed, but the two still argued.
"What! If it wasn't for me you'd be burnt crispy bacon from that guy's laser swords!" Numbah Four yelled back to Kuki.
"Mmm...Speaking of bacon, I'm starving here," Numbah Two moaned.
The General, still leaning on the broken ship, was watching all of this. He leisurely stood up from the mess, straightened himself, and slowly walked, with his claw feet clinging on the tile floor loudly and surprisingly no one even hearing his foot-steps, towards the group.
He chuckled quietly, catching the attention of the other operatives, except Koki and Wally. The first one to notice was Numbah Two," Umm…guys," Numbah Two panicked quietly, as Numbah Five realized she also turned around to see the sight, she gasped as the general loomed closely past her, but the general only caught her by the tip of his eye.
"Why do you think I even tried to save you, huh! Did you think of that?" Numbah Three said, not realizing, until she finished, that she was being watched by the general. Kuki shifted her head up to the general, and gulped.
He stood there, in the middle of the scene, looking only at Numbah Three, utterly annoyed and humiliated by the fact that he just missed his chance of killing his prey because of her, "I see, this is supposed to be the rescue team, come to save their fellow operatives from the Great General Grievous. About fifty-three—oh, or was it fifty-four. Yes, fifty-four operatives, couldn't even stop me…how would I be convinced that five careless operatives, not even paying attention to their own duties…in Kalee they would call that treason," the general waited for an answer.
All of them just stood there. Some in shock, some confused, and some scared. Numbah One felt embarrassed to see that he's standing, as the leader of Sector V of the Kids Next Door, and all his operatives are relying on him to answer. If he stood there, with his sector relying on him, and them thinking he's not a good leader…not on his watch.
"Who…do you think you are? For no reason you just sneak in our hanger, destroy all our ships, and injure all our operatives—" before Numbah One could finish his lecture Numbah Five interrupted, "Numbah Five wouldn't really say 'injure', Numbah One" she pointed out, in an obvious way, "I would say that these 'injured' operatives aren't really injured, they're more along the lines of...ummm—"
"Dead," the general continued, "Yes, they are dead…surprised?"
"D-dead? You killed these innocent operatives for no reason, just l-like that!" Numbah One hesitated, covering his anger trough his glasses, "Why!?"
The general was confused at the child's reaction, at the general's home planet it's not likely to see death…but at this child's case, it's something very different, "I see at your age you are—"
"You just 'KILLED' fifty-four of our operatives…and you think you can get away with it!? No!" he said as he stood at an action position, "Kids Next Door…Battle stations!"
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A.N: Well…it's pretty short…but still, I'm proud of typing my stories weekly. Hope you enjoyed my story as much as I enjoyed typing it…