On the planet surface, Grievous looked at the castle that slowly built itself out of the ground before him. It was clear that this planet was either sentiant or even, by what the ships scanners had shown, had some form of it. Still, Grievous felt very unnerved by that fact, but that wasn't his problem as of now. He looked up at the army of droids that had assembled here were simply watching the self building structure. The cyborg marched through the army, the orders having already been given to them to protect this area.
He had found that the droid facilities were on the largest moon of this planet, which hadn't made sense in the slightest. But now he had a good reason to keep building instead of having to force the fleet to scavenge this new galaxy for materials. The moon already had a starship facility being built in orbit to allow for easy additions to the fleet, allowing for more powerful ships like the Subjugator class heavy cruisers to be built and used. As he stepped onto his shuttle, his holocommunicator made a noise, causing him to bring it out.
Gabrielle's form filled the air from the device, her face looking pensive and worried, "Sir, incoming contacts, moving fast."
"I'm on my way, send the fleet into battle stations, prepare the Malevolence for battle." Grievous ordered before ending the transmission, making his way into the shuttle at a much more motivated pace.
Above the planet, the massive flagship was busy communicating orders to the rest of the New Separatist Navy. Multiple Providence class Dreadnaughts/carriers/destroyers took a much more defensive stance as the much smaller Recusant-class destroyers and Munificent-class frigates formed up around them. Three newly completed Subjugator-class heavy cruisers took escort positions around the Malevolence, all weapons primed and ready. The Vulture class carriers hid themselves in the shadows of the Providence class Dreadnaughts, ready to launch all of the droid fighters.
Gabrielle felt nervous now, even though the fleet was massive enough on its own but something was really off about this. It had only been hours since they had gain control of the planet, even then, something about this place had made her feel wrong. Her thoughts stopped when the new threat appeared out of spirals of blue, massive and looking like they had been built out of everything else but what the original design was meant to be.
"Enemy spotted, weapons and shields are raised, Ma'am." A droid reported, its robotic hands dancing across the computer's surface.
"Is the General on board?" She snapped, before the voice of Grievous answered that for her.
"Yes, launch all fighters and have the fleet open fire!"
"Roger, roger!" The droids quickly started typing away as the Flagships massive turbolaser cannons roared, sending waves of red death hurtling at the enemy.
With the command sent out, the rest of the fleet started firing on the new threat. As turbolaser fire hit the shields of the opposition, millions of droid fighters rushed towards the large starships. The enemy ships returned fire, multiple beams of energy in various colors either glanced off the Separatist shields or tore through them and hit home. As the fighters closed in, various fighters started to collide with them in deadly dogfights. Due to the much better tech and speed of the droid fighters, the cobbled together personal fighters were easily taken care of.
Grievous then noticed that this fleet was positioned in an odd way, as he pulled up the hologram of the battlefield, all of the enemy starships were holding their positions in a semicircular arc. The arc was slowly widening and pushing forward, as the much more powerful shields easily tanked the firepower of his ships. Eyes narrowing, he started giving new orders to the millions of starfighter droids.
"Get behind the enemy ships, take them out!"
Grievous started counting out the ships that had appeared with quick precision, counting over eleven dreadnought class like ships, twenty destroyers, nearly a hundred frigates and carriers. All of them were made of multiple starships, scavenged from the looks of it. Clearly, this fleet was all about scavenging and preying on weaker fleets.
"Three new signatures, Sir." A droid reported.
In the area behind the scavenged fleet, Grievous saw the new ships, all of them from an era long past in his home universe. Two Centurion-class battlecruisers and the ship that had the same design of the old Sith Harrower class dreadnaught by the name of Doombringer.
"Fire up the final weapon." Grievous snarled, his knowledge of the old designs coming to him "NOW!"
Aboard the Harrower class Dreadnaught, two figures stood on the bridge as men and women in black uniforms quickly worked. The taller of the two was a female being, her skin a dark green and covered in scales. At her side was a young human man, in light armor and his arms folded across his chest.
"Master," He said, his gaze set on the viewport, "can you feel that?"
"Yes…" She hissed like a crocodile, "that disturbance in the force that pulled us here is powerful and hasn't noticed us yet."
"My lady," An officer looked up at her, "The gremlins are moving aside, shall I have the Silencer begin its charging cycle?"
"Open communication to the flagship of the enemy fleet, then charge the Silencer." She ordered.
"Understood." The officer said, having several people send a communication signal to the enemy flagship.
Grievous looked at the life size holograms of the Sith like beings, having accepted having open communications as the final weapon was charging up. She looked like a humanized lizard and the human male glared at Grievous like he was trash. He returned the favor and growled darkly, making the man take a step back.
The woman spoke first, her accent cut with a holding of the "s" syllable, "I am Darth Cittrath of the Caith Sith and you are in Caith Sith owned space. Leave now or I will destroy you."
Grievous looked at her before laughing at her threat, making both fake Sith look startled.
"I am General Grievous of the New Separatists, and I will not be intimidated by those that try to look and act like Sith lords or ladys! If you continue this assault, I will personally board your vessel and tear you both limb from limb."
Grievous then cut the transmission, turning to face the viewport.
"Fire the super weapon."
In space, the Malevolence Ion cannons charged and then blue electric like discharges started happening at the edges of the largest Ion cannon. The energy grew before forming a circle, leaving the Ion cannon edge and hovered in space for moments then rushed into a singular point in the center of the super weapon. The sphere didn't stay that way for long, a rod prodded the ball of energy and the sphere became a beam.
The beam of energy slashed through the massive scavenger dreadnaught before cutting through space through the other ship the made up the arc. The scavenged dreadnaughts shields couldn't handle the power and the ships were cut in half. The beam then moved and cut through the Harrower class dreadnaught before stopping in the center of the massive cannon like structure that had just fired. That caused a chain reaction that send massive explosions through the old Sith dreadnought.
The beam like energy was cut off due to having used it all, as the droid starfighters quickly took care of the slowly retreating scavenger carriers and frigates. As that was happening, a dark grey ship that had two Porax-38 starfighters following the ship towards the disabled Harrower Dreadnought.
One Grievous had landed the Soulless One in the remains of the hangerbay, he quickly made his way towards the bridge. IG-101, IG-135, IG-185 and IG-150 flanked him, electrostaff's activated. Grievous chuckled as he ripped open a door, blaster fire filling the hallway as he entered with his Magnaguards. He pulled out two lightsabers, the green and blue blades cutting through the air and bodies of the enemy soldiers. He felt the force guide him as he entered the bridge.
General Grievous looked at the forms of the fake Sith, both were standing but only the male noticed him. He charged Grievous, a blood red blade swinging towards the cyborg's head. Grievous only lifted his blue blade, blocking the red in a shower of sparks before stabbing the young man through the heart.
"Weak," Grievous hissed, watching as the copycats life fled his eyes, his hand grabbing the lightsaber hilt, "You won't be needing this anymore."
The man fell to the ground as his master looked up with hatred in her eyes, Grievous grinned evilly at her and put the lightsaber on his waist. She leapt at him with a roar, two lightsabers activating, one yellow and the other orange. Grievous quickly blocked the two with his own as his Magnaguards killed everyone else on the bridge. The two danced across the remains of the bridge, lightsabers clashing in a deadly duel.
Grievous noted that this faker was trained will in the art of sword combat, but not any of the lightsaber styles that Dooku had. He toyed with her for awhile, forcing her into a corner. With a quick move, he disarmed the copycat of her weapons. He deactivated one of his and grabbed her around the throat.
"You are not a true Sith," He growled, his grip tightening around her throat and he lifted her up into the air. "You will never be one."
She hissed, clawing at his armored limb as he crushed her neck. The crunching of bones was clearly audible before Grievous dropped her body to the ground.
"Set the engine to overload," Grievous ordered his Magnaguards, "we're leaving."
They nodded and swiftly did that before they all left. The Harrower class Dreadnought exploded behind the retreating ships.
