When they stepped off the shuttle and onto the surface of Vulpter, Grievous was shocked. And he was almost never shocked.
Vulpter was the filthiest planet that he had ever seen. Large, gray buildings towered before them like great metal mountains, and smoke poured in torrents from the buildings' smokestacks. Everything around them looked at if it were covered in gray-brown dust. The sound of clanging and creaking could be heard everywhere. Black-gray clouds floated ominously in the purple sky. Needless to say the sun was nowhere in sight. A rat-like garbage hunter crawled along the ground past them, and Grievous saw Dymir shiver in disgust as it did.
Grievous been careful to land his shuttle a good distance away from the manufacturing plant in case the spy had reason to believe he'd been caught. He led Dymir into a small alley between two large, dirty buildings and pointed to a large, long building in the distance. "That's it," he said. "The weapons manufacturing plant. That's where our spy is hiding."
"But how will we get in?" asked Dymir. "It's sure to be very well-guarded."
Grievous thought for a second, looking hard at the building. His eyes switched to the building to the right of the plant. It was old, worn-down, and most likely abandoned. Nobody would notice their presence there. The building was about the same height as the plant with only a few feet's distance between them. "Follow me," he said, and he led Dymir through the alley and past a series of enormous buildings, each one taller and dirtier than the last. They were seen only by a few Vulptereens that immediately scurried away at the sight of them. They were in no mood to get in between the Supreme Commander of the Droid Armies and his goal. Finally, Grievous and Dymir reached the end of an enormously long alley. "Dead end," said Dymir.
"Not quite," said Grievous, and pointing to a large pile of crates in a corner of the alley he said, "Stand on top of those."
Dymir looked at the pile of crates, which stood about a foot high, and then looked back at the general with an eyebrow raised. "What?" she asked. "Why?"
"Just do as you're told," Grievous replied. Without further question, but still with some confusion, Dymir climbed atop the pile of boxes and stood there, careful to maintain her balance. Then turning around and looking back at her over his shoulder, he said, "Get on my back."
Dymir raised an eyebrow at the general, but obeyed. She clasped her arms tightly around his neck, and as soon as he was sure she wouldn't slip off, Grievous started to climb the wall. The weight of the small girl on his back did not slow him down at all as he climbed the wall of the abandoned building at an astounding speed. When they reached the top, Dymir was apparently quite winded. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "Wish I could do that!"
Grievous examined his surroundings carefully. There was no one on the roof top except himself and Dymir, but out of the corner of his eye he saw something moving on the roof of the building next to them. There was a low wall around the perimeter of the roof, and he crouched low to the ground to keep from being seen. Dymir, still on the general's back, peered over the top of the wall at the man on the other roof top.
"Who is that man?" asked Dymir.
"A clone," Grievous answered. "That place will be crawling with them."
"So how will we take him-them-out?"
"Like this," said Grievous, and taking out his blaster pistol he fired a single shot at the clone. The blaster bolt hit the clone in the head, killing him instantly.
"Nice shot!" said Dymir.
"Let's go!" shouted Grievous, and he ran effortlessly across the rooftop toward the roof of the other building. When he reached the edge he jumped across the chasm between the two buildings and landed on the roof. He then approached the clone's corpse to make sure he was dead. When he saw that he was, he told Dymir, "More clones will be coming for us." He then ignited two lightsabers and cut a circular hole in the roof. He then deactivated his sabers, and they jumped into the hole and found themselves in a bright hallway with alarms blaring.
Dymir slipped off the general's back. "What now?" She had to shout because the alarms were so loud.
"Charr will probably be hiding in the control room," Grievous shouted back. "That's where all of his valuable data will be hidden, and he undoubtedly wants to protect it.
"But how do we get there?" asked Dymir.
Grievous looked around him, thinking. There was a small schematic of the building on the far wall, and they rushed over to take a look at it. "The control room is to the right and up two stories," Grievous said as he examined the schematic.
"Great!" said Dymir. "Let's go."
"Don't move!" a voice shouted behind them. As they turned around, the sound of multiple rifles locking and loading echoed across the hall. Clone troopers filled the hall before them. There had to have been at least twenty of them. "Hands up," the clone ordered, "or we will open fire!"
Grievous looked down at Dymir, and Dymir looked right back up at him. He thought he could detect just a small glimmer of a smile in her eyes. They nodded to each other and ignited their lightsabers.
"Blast them!" shouted the clone, but no sooner had he shouted it than Grievous and Dymir had started cutting his comrades down. Clones fell everywhere, either impaled or hit by their own bullets as they bounced off the Separatists' blades. Soon they were all dead, and Grievous and Dymir stepped over the pile of corpses and opened the elevator door a few steps down the corridor to the right. The elevator took them up two floors, and as the door opened and they hurried over to the center of the third floor, they approached a pair of large and heavy blast doors. Grievous cut a large square hole in the doors, and the square fell with a thud into the middle of the control room. Clones fired, but with a few swipes and deflections Grievous and Dymir easily defeated them.
They went in. Dymir went over to the forward viewport, which overlooked the entire manufacturing operation. Whirs, creaks and clashes could be heard quite easily from that distance as machines put together various weapons and conveyor belts carried them from one end of the enormous two-story room to the other.
Grievous walked over to a terminal in the center of the room, scrolling through a bunch of options until a tab marked "Construction" appeared. He opened it. Suddenly a large holographic display of a building appeared. The building was surrounded with a construction site filled with ship prototypes. Beneath the display read a caption marked "Prototypes for new vehicles to be used in the invasion of Kalee. Based on Kathanos. Prototypes designed by Gatlen Charr."
Grievous was horrified. Was the Republic really planning to invade Kalee? They had already done enough to make the impoverished Kaleesh suffer. Why invade the planet now?
"Um...Master?" Shaken from his thoughts, Grievous looked to Dymir. She was pointing to the other side of the room. She followed her finger to the other side of the room. There, standing with a vibroblade aimed at them, was the spy himself, Gatlen Charr.