A/N
Hello again! Apologies that this chapter is short. I've been kinda busy lately and haven't had much time to write. But don't worry, they'll be longer in the future.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Star Wars. This story is purely for the amusement of myself and others.
"There you are, sir. Good as new!" A4-D spoke. Sitting up, Grievous flexed his metal fingers. "How long until I'm at peak efficiency?" he asked his medical droid.
He still wasn't completely ready for combat. His artificial lungs and electric heart were still adjusting to the rest of his body.
Newly arrived robotic parts from his castle on Vassek had been welded on to his body. His eyes were now as artificial as the rest of him. All that had survived his encounter with Kenobi was his brain, and even that had barely been saved.
Grievous once again felt the stirrings of rage at the thought of Kenobi. He had ruined him again! Even more than in the shuttle crash! And Grievous felt that he had to pay for what he had done.
An eye for an eye, so to speak, Grievous thought. He would hunt Kenobi down. With the droid army still at his disposal, he knew he could. Kenobi could not evade his full efforts for long.
"You'll have to relax for a couple hours to get full motor control back, and then after a couple days, you will be as good as you were before Coruscant. You will simply have to be patient," the droid answered.
"Patient? How can I be patient when the Jedi who almost killed me is walking free? He could be anywhere by now."
He started to worry when A4-D didn't answer, standing silent for a few moments. "I see… you've been out of the loop," he said finally. "There have been several government changes since you've been here."
Giving the droid his deadly glare, he asked, "What kind of changes? What happened?"
Knowing all to well what commonly befell the many droids who received that glare, A4-D backed away slowly, and said, "I'll explain. After you were almost killed by Kenobi, several things happened. We've been monitoring the holonet feeds, and it appears that the the Republic is just gone. Replaced by an Empire of sorts. It's still lead by Palpatine, but he's… different. Much more militaristic and threatening. And the CIS is, well..."
"Out with it!" Grievous shouted, causing his medical droid to jump.
"The CIS has been officially disbanded," the startled droid said. "They simply don't exist anymore. There was no formal surrender, no arrangements. The blasters just stopped shooting, and there has been no mention of the Confederate Council. They vanished.
"It also appears the Jedi rebelled against the Republic Senate. Four masters attempted to assassinate Palpatine himself! The clone army is still searching for survivors."
Grievous slowly stood up, letting out a small hiss. "So what you are telling me," he said menacingly, "is that the Republic has been dissolved, the Jedi are dead, and I am standing on the last Confederate ship still existing!?"
A4-D took several steps back. "W-well in a manner of speaking- I mean, that is... accurate." The way the droid phrased the sentence, it sounded more like a question than a statement, as if asking for confirmation.
Grievous looked at the droid, debating whether or not to kill him. After several seconds of staring at the already fearful droid, Grievous decided against it. After all, he was the only medical droid competent to have lasted this long.
Turning around swiftly and walking to the other side of the room, he grabbed his cloak and lightsabers off of a small rack. "Then Palpatine has robbed me of my revenge. If Kenobi is dead, then I will have to find another target."
A4-D perked up at this statement. "Well, actually sir, Palpatine has released the casualty lists of the Jedi killed. Kenobi isn't on them! Which means that he is most likely still alive!"
Grievous turned once again, fastening the Kaleesh cloak around his metal neck. "Didn't one of my guards mention that my starfighter was missing?"
A4-D nodded, "Well, yes, sir, but I hardly see how that has anything to do with-"
"Fetch me the remote navigation files of my starfighter," Grievous said. "We're going Jedi hunting.
