Chapter 2

Grievous entered the bridge of his flagship, Decimator, and approached the command chair. His tactical droid, TV-94, turned around and approached him handing him a data pad. "General, we have successfully evaded the Republic Fleet, and are parsecs away from any Republic presence." He said, proud of his accomplishment. "An ideal place to begin interrogation of the captive."

Grievous stared at the console screen for a moment before responding. "You're sure there are no other ships in the area, I cannot afford to take risks anymore." He replied very strictly. After so many failures, he wasn't sure how many more of them Dooku would tolerate.

"Yes, I am sure I have calculated all of the data correctly," TX-94 assured. "If any ships do enter the sector, we will know about it."

Grievous trusted the droid's logistics, he had never failed him before, which was why he was still intact. Despite Dooku's protests, Grievous all too often took out his frustrations on nearby droids. "By the way," the droid continued. "Don't you think the subject is a bit…young, for a Intelligence Agent. Even though the Republic has a large variety of agents, I find it highly illogical that they would have a teenager perform such tasks."

"NAH!" Grievous shouted, flinging the data pad across the bridge, narrowly missing his tactical droid. "Look, whether it is logical or not, she matches the description, I will not embarrass myself in front of the Count again. Now I have ordered her onto the bridge, we shall see how much see really knows, before torturing her."

Grievous was true to his words. Within moments Penny finally arrived on the bridge, struggling against her battle droid and MagnaGuard escort. "What took so long?" Grievous asked angrily.

"Sorry sir," the droid commander replied. "Both her and her dog gave us much resistance, even with the guards staffs."

"How could that effect anything? It's just a small human and a dog!"

"Yes sir, but for some reason the dog was more powerful than we assumed, took out three of our droids until we finally sedated him."

Sure enough, one of the guards was carrying the white dog's limp body. That still doesn't explain the girl, Grievous snarled in his head. Incompetent Battle Droids! All the same they had done their duty. "Thank you commander, that will be all," Grievous said as he gestured him away, the guards dropped Penny and Bolt on the floor of the bridge. "So, you are the Republic Intel Agent, it's so nice to meet you," Grievous said, emphasizing his sarcasm on "nice".

Penny finally looked up from Bolt and said shakily, "For the last time, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't," he answered as he gestured for one of the MagnaGuards to stab her. Penny cowered waiting for the violent shock to hit her. But instead, the staff came down beside her, and into Bolt, who jerked at the sudden shock.

"No, NO!," she screamed, attempting to lift the staff off him.

"It would appear that you and this mutt are close," Grievous chuckled. "So if you want him to stay alive, then I suggest that you give me all of the information you know about the Republic."

Penny merely looked at him, tears began streaming down her cheeks, "But…I, I don't know anything," she choked.

Grievous squinted, "Very well then." Once again he ordered the staff down on him, the guard brought down the staff much harder this time, almost piercing his side. Penny only watched in horror as the droid's staff drained the life from her friend. She couldn't take it anymore, she threw herself into the staff's path, blocking any more of the electricity to him. Grievous hastily ordered the staff off and looked down on her, and said, "How precious, a girl sacrificing herself for the love of her dog, it touches me." With that he kicked Penny off of Bolt, sending her sailing into a wall. "But nevertheless, I am losing time and patience," he growled as he ignited a dark blue lightsaber and turned it towards Bolt. "Now, you will give me any information you know, or you can watch your precious little dog die."

Penny looked at Bolt, then back up to Grievous. She could do nothing, she couldn't give Grievous any information because she didn't have any. And she couldn't run because the guards would simply stab or shoot her. She would just have to watch her best friend be killed, knowing she would soon follow. "I…I…" she stuttered.

Suddenly the ship lurched. "General!" a droid shouted.

"What now!" Grievous snarled.

"Three Republic ships are coming up behind us."

Grievous paused, then he knew right away who could be so bold. "Skywalker."