Chapter Fifty-Four: Confrontations

Obi-Wan had a bad feeling about this. All of it. While he had been in plenty of seemingly hopeless situations before, had fought and come out on top against the odds, all of his past experience seemed insignificant and juvenile compared to the mission he was on now. Not only was he part of a coup that would―hopefully―overthrow the Empire, but he was working with his old enemy-turned-apprentice that he still wasn't even sure he could trust completely.

To say that the Jedi Knight was nervous was a grand understatement of dynamic proportions.

"Do you even know where the Emperor is?" he couldn't help break the silence. He needed some sort of sound other than the eerie respirator of Vader as they walked through deserted halls.

"Yes."

Frowning at the unhelpful answer, the Knight knew he would not be getting anything else from the former Sith. Apparently Anakin still had some sort of connection to his old master. Perhaps that was what was leading him to Sidious? It was hard telling. It could either be a connection or as simple as his apprentice knew where the Sith Master would be in a crisis such as this. Obi-Wan hoped it was the latter, unnerved by the idea that the young man was still connected to the Emperor.

The customary silence fell over the two, the respirator hissing away, unsettling the Jedi. Jedi calming techniques seemed completely lost on Obi-Wan at the time, and he just couldn't seem to still his rapidly beating heart. Nothing he did could calm him, he couldn't get his mind away from the tormenting 'what ifs' that rolled around in his brain.

"No matter what happens, I am to face the Emperor alone," Anakin's booming voice startled his master from his thoughts.

"What?" Obi-Wan frowned. "No. I can't let you face him alone. What if you need help? I cou―"

"No," a too Vader-like hiss escaped the young man. "I will face the Emperor. You are to deal with anyone…or anything else."

There was a slight pause as the sinking feeling in the Jedi's stomach only worsened. "Something?" he repeated steadily.

Of course Anakin didn't reply, merely kept his maddening pace towards the Emperor. Again, Obi-Wan was struck with doubt towards his apprentice. What was Anakin's real goal? What did he really want? Was he truly just seeking to kill his master, or did he want Sidious's throne as well? The young man knew that the Rebels had little choice but to follow him, was he just using their desperation against them? Was he hinting at a common threat or a threat he had set up for Obi-Wan?

The Knight was about ready to talk himself into a panic when the former Sith suddenly stopped. It was only then that Obi-Wan felt the waves of uncertainty coming from the boy. Why would Anakin feel uncertain? Since meeting him properly, the Knight had never sensed anything except the utmost assuredness from the boy. Was he second guessing himself now? Was he afraid of the Emperor?

No, no that couldn't be. When the boy's thoughts turned towards his former master, Obi-Wan knew there was nothing but black hatred and the need of revenge there. Anakin was not scared of facing his old master. He wanted to face Sidious, wanted to kill him, wanted to destroy the Sith so completely that no one remembered his name. So what could have struck the normally sure man hesitant?

"If something were to go wrong…" Anakin trialed off, struggling to put into words his thoughts. Obi-Wan did not mind. He waited patiently, wanting his apprentice to realize that he could always come to the Knight, that Obi-Wan was truly his ally in all things.

"If something were to go wrong," Anakin repeated more firmly, resolved to speak, "I want you to get Padmé away from here."

The Jedi found his eyes widening slightly. "Away? What do you mean?"

"Away!" the younger man snapped, angry fear entering his voice. "I don't care where, but you must get her away from here." There was a tense pause between the two before the former Sith added quietly, "Keep her safe."

Understanding filled Obi-Wan instantly. Despite how odd it was, how improbable, the man formerly known to the galaxy as Darth Vader truly and deeply cared for Senator Amidala. He loved her. The Jedi had seen it before, but he was sure of it now. So sure that it gave him the hope he needed. Sure because Anakin would not want to leave Padmé, and Padmé would not want Darth Vader. Right now, the young man was preparing for his own biggest 'what ifs'. If he were to fail, he wanted Padmé safe.

Smiling, despite their rather grim circumstances, despite the fact that the boy had blown up what had been his home, Obi-Wan found himself feeling warmed by the love the former Sith held that he was so desperately trying to bury away so that no one could tell. "I will," he promised solemnly. "But I'm sure I won't need to."

The mask of Vader stared down at the Jedi for only a beat, before he turned away, and Anakin was once again marching away. His strides became faster and faster, forcing the Jedi to have to jog to keep up with him. They were entering a tunnel system, an elaborate labyrinth designed for escape as much as confusion to enemies deep under the Imperial Base and in between the palace. It was completely dark in the tunnels, and the only hope of guidance was Anakin. It was more than an intimidating situation.

Keeping close to his apprentice, barely able to distinguish him from the rest of the blackness that enveloped them, Obi-Wan found himself sweating. Something wasn't right. The Force was screaming at him that something was going to happen. The Knight looked around and above him, but saw nothing. Nothing but blackness.

If there was another way in or out of here, it was well hidden, even from Jedi senses. But the feeling of foreboding did not leave Obi-Wan as he tried to scan the area. He was about to ask Anakin if he sensed anything, when he realized that the boy was gone. All he could hear was the distant sound of a respirator as its hiss echoed off the walls. Anakin was gone.

A chill so powerful ran through the Jedi, leaving him momentarily frozen in place. "Anakin?" he called, but there was no reply. The respirator hiss becoming quieter and quieter.

The Force was still screaming, warning, but Obi-Wan could not tell for what. Forcing himself to think, to remain as calm as possible, the Knight thought back to his Temple days, of when Master Yoda and Qui-Gon would blindfold him and practice stretching out with his senses in training. The eyes could fool you, they could not always be trusted.

With that in mind, Obi-Wan grabbed his lightsaber and activated it. The blue light shown against the grey tunnel walls, giving the area an even colder feeling. It wasn't the best light, but it was all he had, so cautiously, the Jedi continued forward. He reached out with his senses, willing the Force to show him the way Anakin had gone. Frighteningly, it did not, just kept warning him of upcoming danger.

Was this what Anakin had meant when he said 'anything' else that might distract the former Sith from fighting the Emperor? This maze was dark and oozed with the Dark Side of the Force, so were their hidden traps? Was there someone here, watching him?

Humming in confirmation, the Force quieted. There was someone here with him. Where there traps? Yes, of course there were. Someone had set them. But who? Was it one of the Imperial Officers? No. That wasn't right. It was someone else. Someone more…powerful? Yes, yes someone…someone…

The Force shrieked in warning, and instinctively, Obi-Wan rolled backwards, way, before popping back up, ready and waiting for a fight. The answer to all his questions had fallen from above before him. The Jedi watched in horror as slowly, something rose up from its ominous crouching position. Blue and green light clashed poisonously together against the walls, somehow closing off the space, making it feel much smaller and more sinister than it had before. The sound of machine mechanisms sounded, mingling with the dangerous hum of 'sabers.

With wide blue-green eyes, Obi-Wan began shaking his head, unable to grasp what he was seeing. It couldn't be! This was not possible.

Anything is possible, Qui-Gon's voice echoed distantly in Obi-Wan's mind, and he knew the truth.

"General Grievous," the Knight breathed in both shock and horror.

His only reply was the sadistic, gravelly laugh that bounced off the walls mockingly back to the stunned Jedi.

oOoOoOo

The Force was sending him warnings, resonates of the danger he had just walked away from, but Anakin did not stop. He had sensed General Grievous's presence the moment Piett had warned him of an unidentified shuttle. It had surprised the former Sith greatly, but only for a moment. That surprise was swiftly replaced with burning rage and hatred.

His master had lied to him. Again. He had promised Anakin that the cyborg had been taken care of. But it was only now that the younger Sith realized how stupid he'd been for believing Sidious would tell him the truth about anything. Of course his master had 'taken care of' Grievous, taken care to hide him to betray his apprentice.

Kenobi could handle Grievous, Anakin was sure of it. While the Jedi was a little too jumpy at times, he was a decent fighter, and quite skilled. The older man was, after all, the only Jedi to have faced Darth Vader twice and lived. Granted, both times Anakin had been distracted with more important things than just killing off one more Jedi, but still. Kenobi had lasted quite a while against Vader, and that was impressive.

So, with Kenobi taking care of the remnants of the past, Anakin focused all his attention on what he was doing now. He could not afford to be distracted. He did not feel guilty for abandoning the Jedi, just as he did not feel guilty for not warning his other people about the cyborg. Grievous wouldn't even affect anyone else if Kenobi did his job, so it didn't really matter.

Kenobi would not fail to take out the cyborg. Nor would he fail in keeping his promise. Unbiddenly, Anakin's mind wandered to Padmé. While he was glad she was not here at the Base or in the palace, he still did not like that she had come at all. But where could he have really kept her? The rebel ships were now fighting for their lives and would most likely all be destroyed unless little one-man fighters managed to get away. Outside of the Base and palace would certainly erupt into a warzone when mass confusion finally exploded. And there was no way Anakin would let her anywhere near the Emperor. Sidious would certainly not ignore her presence, and the younger man could not afford to get distracted and worry about protecting her. Should the Emperor learn of his true feelings, if her knew anything, Padmé would be in very great danger, and Anakin was not sure what losing her would do to him.

But there was something else, too, that bothered him as his mind thought of the senator. She had changed. Was changing. There was something going on, she knew, but would not tell him. Before they had all gone their separate ways, he had…felt something. The Force was with her, such a bright, brilliant Light that it was almost painful. It wasn't her, yet it was. He knew what it was, deep down, and yet the answer would not become clear in his mind. It was…it was…

No. There was no time for this. Kenobi would not fail him. In anything. It was useless to get caught up in all of the worries and scenarios that could or could not come into being. Right now he had to guard himself, body, mind, and soul. There was no one with him anymore. There was no one to worry about. There was no one to get hurt. Padmé would not be hurt.

Slamming his mental shields tightly shut, making sure that nothing could leak out to serve his master, Anakin was pushed far back inside himself and Vader slowly began crawling into the forefront of his mind.

A few minutes later, there was hardly anything left of the caring man that had been Anakin. In his stead, Darth Vader had returned, and from out of the blackness of the tunnels, the former Sith lord emerged. When entering the palace proper, he could sense growing tension just outside. The clone troopers were getting excited, and there was fighting going on within the palace. A droid attack, most likely, but the man in black did not stop to see what was happening or to lend assistance. Instead, he marched to the Throne Room, where he knew his master was waiting.

Royal Guards stood outside the large doors, their red helmets gleaming under the light. They stiffened in surprise at the Sith they believed to be dead, but Vader did not stop or slow. Without a trace of pity, he reached out to the Force and crushed their windpipes. The two men fell to the floor an instant later, dying without a fuss.

With a powerful surge of the Force, the massive doors were blown open. Eight Royal Guards were instantly alert, pikes ready to take on the sudden threat. With a flick of his wrist, Vader grabbed them all with a Force hold and threw them against the wall. The unnerving sound of bones snapping and breaking could be heard, but the former Sith did not even bother to slow his stride, nor did he even look to see what damage he had actually done.

Instead, Vader strode right up to the throne. The Emperor sat there calmly, merely raising a brow at the sight of his lost apprentice. There was no surprise, no moment of uncertainty within the old man. He had known. He had known that Vader would return. He had foreseen it.

"Welcome back, Lord Vader," Sidious greeted rather neutrally. "When I sensed the wave of chaos I knew it had to be you."

Vader said nothing, just stared at his old master. For a moment, the former Sith studied Sidious, willing himself to feel any amount of loyalty that might still remain for the man that had taught him everything. Willing himself to ally with the Emperor again. An overwhelming sense of duty nearly had the younger man on his knee, bowing before the Sith Master, as he had done for most of his life. But the desire to do so was not truly his own. He could feel his master's Force suggestion slamming into his mental shields. It was almost desperate. The Sith was trying one final attempt to force his apprentice back into submission.

Hatred flared within Vader and his terrible snarl was hidden beneath his mask. Without a word, he activated his lightsaber, the glowing promising death. He would not be subjugated again.

A black sneer marred Sidious's face as his putrid yellow eyes burning with hate. The scowl that split his face was more hideous than Vader had ever seen it. "Very well then," the Emperor nodded, voice deadly even.

The two glared at one another, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Had he been younger, more foolish, Vader would have leapt at his master in an instant, not waiting for anything. But he was not that young, impulsive boy anymore. He had been well trained, and suffering had been his teacher. He would wait for Sidious to make the first move, and when he did, Vader would better understand the rhythm of the battle, and be able to manipulate it.

In a split second, the Sith Master had his lightsaber out and activated, leaping at his apprentice with a terrible cry. Ready for the sudden strike, Vader was able to block. The amount of force behind the attack, however, caught the younger man off guard slightly. As a rule, Sidious had never sparred with his apprentice. The older man never wanting his pupil to know his fighting style, his strength or any weaknesses that may be found.

But that mattered very little. Vader was confident he would win in the end. Hundreds of times he'd encountered and killed powerful Jedi Masters. He'd killed Darth Maul, and even Count Dooku despite his youthful stupidity. In all of these battles, all between opponents he knew little to nothing about, he had come out as victor. Sidious, of course, was more powerful than his previous foes, but Vader refused to lose. Sidious would fall, and the younger man would do anything it took to kill him. He would see to it that Sidious was dead, even if he had to kill himself to do it.

The two powerful Sith lords quickly exchanged blow after blow with each other, neither being able to penetrate the other's defense. Sidious was quick, much quicker than Vader had suspected, but it was of little concern. His master was old, in any case, and Vader was still young. He was more powerful, and they both knew it. The Emperor would come at his apprentice hard and fast, knowing that if the fight were drawn out, he would ultimately be defeated. So that was Vader's strategy. He would play the game.

The battle quickly became feverish as the two titans attacked one another viciously, neither holding back. Unlike the practice sparring he had done with Kenobi, this fight was not fluid, not a dance. It was not beautiful. It was frenzied, chaotic. Moves were sharp and deadly, precise yet choppy. They constantly changed tactics with one another, neither completely obeying one fighting style. This was not a dance, it was a sprint, a sprint to see who would finish and who would be dead.

As they fought, Vader could feel his master's mind probing, constantly hammering away to break his mental shields. It was so strong, the younger man wondered how his master could do it while also in such a laborious physical battle as well. Vader tried to push back, unused to such strong intrusion while fighting, raging against his master's mind. One small crack would be enough for the Sith to break him. One tiny crack, and Sidious would know everything.

"Your powers are weak, Lord Vader," his master spat in disgust when they were locked together, each pushing against the other, hoping the other would break. "I sense much confusion in you."

With a growl, Vader shoved hard, sending his master stumbling backwards, but the older Sith recovered in time to block the younger man's attack. The former Sith did not reply, instead, pressed harder and faster than he had before, the suit restricting his movements slightly.

"They've corrupted you," Sidious went on, his voice like poison upon the younger's ears. "They've made you weak. I sense the Light in you," he sneered.

Frustration gnawed at the young man's mind. Frustration and a small amount of acceptance. He had always known the Light was weaker than the Dark Side. He had known that when he agreed to practice the Light Side of the Force with Kenobi. At the time, he'd told himself it might just be more powerful, or it was at least something to learn, to catch his master off guard. But now that he was here, struggling against Sidious, Vader wasn't so sure. He tried to draw upon the calm that Kenobi had taught him, tried to find the peace in his center that he'd slowly been able to grasp for small amounts of time, but he was failing. Here, in practical use, he was failing.

Anger flared within Vader at the realization. He was failing. He could not fail! He refused to do so! Subconsciously, his feelings shifted, his mind went to the Darkness, tentatively tapping into its power once again. The moment he did, he felt the black energy pulse through him, nearly engulfing him, welcoming him back coldly.

Sidious smiled, even as he flipped away, out of the younger man's reach. "Yesssss," he hissed. "Good. Only your hatred can destroy me!"

Enraged, confused, and so very angry, Vader leapt at his master. There was no time to think, thinking would only slow him down. He had to feel. Sidious wanted to see his hatred? Vader would show him! He would overwhelm the older Sith, crush him until there was nothing left!

A small part of the young man, the part that was still Anakin, screamed in warning. Begged him to turn back from the dark path, showing images of Padmé. But Vader didn't listen. What did Anakin know? What did any of them know? There was only one way to kill the Emperor, and it was not by backing off and allowing the bastard to have a chance!

Vader fell deeper into the Dark Side, the cold churning power pulling him deeper and deeper into its depths. He was drowning, he knew, yet it just was not in him to pull out, to breathe in the Light he found so intoxicating. Nothing else mattered. There was only one thing Vader wanted now, and that was revenge. Revenge for all the lies, for the torture, for the abuse. And he would have it.

Sidious must have sensed the change, because he faltered for half a second. But that was enough for Vader to use to his advantage. Stopping mid-swing, the younger Sith changed direction and cut upwards. Unfortunately, the Sith Master had regained his awareness and was able to spin out of the way of the strike that would have severed his arm. Instead, he was merely cut by the crimson blade.

The smell of burnt flesh and the coppery tang of blood filled the air between the two Sith lords. Their heightened senses picking the smell up easily over everything else. Both stilled for a moment, both feeling the shift in the Force around them. The first blood had been spilt. It was not a lot. A far cry from the bloodbath that was usually left in their wake, but it was a start. A start that quickly sent Vader into bloodlust.

Like a shark in a feeding frenzy, all logic, all control slipped away from Vader. The once god-like figure that had tormented him for so many years could bleed. And now that he saw it, now that he was finally able to comprehend that his master was not as all-powerful as he had portrayed himself to be, Vader found that he wanted to paint Coruscant with Sidious's blood. And he would.

A dark cry of fury and hunger tore out of Vader's throat, and before he knew what was happening, he was on his master again, holding nothing back. There would be no more games. There would be no more doubt. No more weakness. Only death.

And as the two Siths burst out of the throne room, their fight taking them out onto the palace balcony, Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, had finally returned. And he would not be leaving again.

oOoOoOo

As chaos erupted throughout the Senate, Padmé ducking down low, she wondered how everything had so suddenly turned on its head. One minute she was struggling to convince Storm Troopers to join her and succeeding, the next, there were suddenly battle droids flooding in and shooting at everyone and everything. If there had been lingering doubts of General Grievous being alive, there were certainly none now. Everyone had believed that all the droids, along with their Supreme Commander, had been destroyed. Apparently that was not true. And Palpatine had kept them all around, just in case, the senator thought bitterly.

Looking around at her comrades, Padmé saw Bail and Dormé clutching their blasters tight, each taking turns to sit up and fire at the droids before ducking back down again. The trooper that had been in their pod was dead now, his body hanging over the side. While gruesome, Piett was using the body as a shield of sorts, it being able to give him cover as he picked off droid after droid. The nervous young man she had known was not present now. In fact, he was probably gone forever.

Jar Jar and Donis were huddled down, cowering, though Donis more than the Gungan. Her friend had no weapon, but Padmé knew that if he had, Jar Jar would attempt to help any way he could, even if he was scared. The temporary Naboo senator, Padmé had no idea about, but she was willing to bet he would be behaving like this no matter what. Knowing he was useless, she turned her attention to the Gungan.

"Jar Jar!" she called over the screams and blaster fire. When the Gungan's orange eyes were on her, she jerked her head towards the dead trooper. "Get his blaster!"

Absolute panic fell over the usually goofy creature's features, before they hardened with resolve. As carefully as he could manage, he quickly sat up and pulled at the blaster. The sudden jerking caused the body to fling upwards momentarily. At that same moment, Bail had sat up to fire down below, unaware that his head had been targeted. But thanks to the Gungan's dumb-luck, the blaster bolt intended for the Alderaanian struck the dead trooper's armor, reflecting slightly upwards, which, as chance would have it, hit the Coruscant pod's undercarriage, which had been floating over to them, intent on killing the inhabitance from above.

The sudden cried from above caught everyone's attention, and they watched as Cotrilla tried to steer the pod down gently. Between the confused firing and the damage done to the pod, it was a largely unsuccessful endeavor. The Coruscant pod ended up crashing almost head on with the middle rise of the chamber, where the Emperor usually sat if he came to a hearing, and kept going towards the opposite side. The senators seated there had long ago either been killed or had gotten away as the droids had entrenched themselves there. The pod took out not only the other pods resting there, but a large amount of droids, either destroying them or blocking them off from the chamber.

Padmé couldn't help the shaky breath that escaped her. That had been a lucky break for them, but the danger was far from over and she could not afford to be distracted. While the Coruscant pod was no longer a problem in and of itself, its crashing had managed to create a good spark. Within moments, fire began spreading throughout the senator chamber.

"We have to get out of here!" the young senator cried, panicked. They were still hovering out in the open with droids closing in on every opening. They would either die or wouldn't be able to avoid capture.

Piett sat up then, screaming at the top of his lungs, "FIRE! Fall back! Troopers! Protect and defend!"

Just as the young man was ducking down, a bolt hit him in the arm. Crying out, Firmus fell the rest of the way down, surprise causing his legs to give out. Dormé was beside him in an instant, looking over the wound.

"It's not bad," the commander was saying. "It's not bad. We need to get out of here."

"I'm on it," Bail nodded from the other side. "Padmé, Jar Jar, cover me."

The two Naboo inhabitance nodded gravely, each watching Bail's back from all sides while the Alderaanian tried to steer their pod to an exit that wasn't swarming with droids. Several Storm Troopers saw what they were doing, and instantly ran to protect an opening. A shot from below took out the pod's guidance system, and the craft became unstable and wobbly. Bail cursed, but did not leave the controls. "It's going to be rough!" he warned.

The others braced themselves, even as Padmé called out to the troopers. "Watch out!"

More successfully than the Coruscant pod, Bail was able to crash-land their craft without taking out too many others, as they went through the wall. While shaken and head spinning slightly, they were not too worse off and Padmé shot up and raced for the opening. The troopers had managed to pick off all the droids on this level, before they had fallen from the impact of the crash, but more droids were coming. So while the troopers were still picking themselves up, the senator covered them.

"Come on!" she called to her companions as well as the clones. "We need to get out of here!"

Snapping back into combat mode, the troopers stood with her while the others exited the craft. Piett and Dormé were the first ones out, the handmaiden blasting anything in her way, while the officer held his weapon in one hand, catching anything that the woman missed. Bail and Jar Jar came next, both dragging a sniveling Donis between them.

"We're with you, Senator," one trooper said beside her, his brothers nodding. "What are your orders?"

"We need to get out of here. Get everyone out and seal off the building," she commanded easily. "I have a feeling that the security system has been deactivated, so the fire might not be able to be contained."

"Roger that," the clone replied. "Moff Titus had a transport just two stories up from here. We can use it to get out."

"Which way?"

And with that, the group raced on. The troopers covered their escape, though everyone watched each others' backs. Everything was an utter mess. No one seemed to know what was happening, and the droids firing mindlessly at anything that moved did not help. Thankfully, the troopers that had come tonight were fast adapting, and were able to keep the casualty rate lower than it might have been otherwise as they worked to get the senators out while keeping the droids contained in the burning building.

It was a struggle to get to the transport, but when they did, Padmé couldn't help the sigh of relief that left her. They were just starting to fly away, everyone now safe, even the troopers that they had adopted along the way, a peace beginning to settle at the thought that they had survived, when a terrible feeling overcame her. The senator suddenly became terribly nauseous, throwing up everything that had been in her stomach.

The others looked at her in alarm, each rushing to her in worry, but Padmé could not hear them. She couldn't hear anything except the beating of her own heart too loudly in her ears. A shift. A great shift in the Force had occurred, and it certainly wasn't for the better. The blocked link in her mind was on fire, and suddenly she felt nothing. It was gone. Only excruciating pain was left in its place for a split second before there was only blackness.

When she had calmed somewhat, and the agony lessoned, she stared up at everyone around her, at all the concerned faces. Tears were streaming from her eyes unknowingly. Looking out over the city, she could see tiny bolts of light being fired back and forth at the Imperial Military Base as well as around the Imperial Palace. There were more battles going on there. In the distance, the Jedi Temple was still blazing, black smoke still blotting out the stars, while above even the clouds, the battle between Rebels and Imperials was taking place.

Chaos. It was utter chaos. Never before had Padmé seen such total and utter disorder. There was so much death going on around her. So much pain.

And it was all because of one man.

"We need to get to the palace," she whispered in horror.

Everyone around her frowned, worried. "Padmé," Bail began. "It's under atta―"

"NOW!" the younger senator bellowed, glaring in fear and anger at the Storm Trooper piloting.

There was only a moment of hesitation before the clone nodded. "Yes, Ma'am," he answered as he began steering towards the palace.

Still trembling, Padmé watched as the Imperial Palace grew closer and closer. It didn't come fast enough. She was almost frantic. She needed to get there. She needed to be with him! Or else she was certain she'd lose Anakin forever.


Author's Note: Hope the beginnings of the battle were exciting for you. I have all these awesome images in my head about what this looks like, so hopefully they translated well enough into words.

And while I know some of you will be disappointed that the whole Vader vs. Grievous thing didn't happen all I can say is, sorry. Vader has bigger fish to fry than wasting his time with Grievous.

Next Up: Obi-Wan vs. Grievous.