"Safe?" the Neimoidian crime lord blurted out, his voice echoing across the vast canyon. He glanced to his fellow separatist benefactors seated beside him in the exposed chamber. His innate thirst for power outweighed his fear of the mighty mechanical abomination that stood before them. "Chancellor Palpatine managed to escape your grip, General. Without Count Dooku, I have doubts about your ability to keep us safe."
Grievous wrote the outburst off as little more than trite whining, an attribute that was quite prevalent in this group of utter political scourge. "Be thankful, Viceroy, you have not found yourself in my grip…" He trudged back over to his droids, completely ignoring the collection of fiery eyes burning into him from behind. With a sickly cough, he terminated the meeting. "Your ship is waiting."
An eavesdropper from the shadows above pondered the situation he had been elected to singlehandedly pull apart. He stroked his thick auburn beard as he plotted his next course of action. Things had to be done quickly and they had to be done right.
Surprisingly, the most logical thing he could think of was to lunge head-first into the fray, tackling the cyborg general with a surprise encounter. He landed in the midst of a tight circumference of battle-ready droids, the general hunched over mere meters from where he now stood.
"Hello there!" the man announced quite enthusiastically for someone in his current position.
Grievous spun around, staring the intruder in the eyes with matching enthusiasm. "General Kenobi!" he chuckled gutturally through his faulty windpipes.
SLAP!
The two otherworldly warriors locked hands in a devastating grip that rocked the canyon itself with its maddening masculinity. It was a gigatonne handshake of galactic proportions, a high-five that melted into the sickest macho clench of two fists that sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it, living or machine.
Grievous tilted his head to the side, a smile slightly visible from his sparsely unconcealed facial features. "You are a bold one…" he sighed smoothly with brotherly aura pulsating from his core.
"Let's blow this popsicle stand, bruh," Obi-Wan said, sporting his trademarked smirk.
"Go All the Way" by Raspberries plays as the two take off in their starship and embark on the raddest adventure known to bro-kind!