Here is some more stuff guys -Cloaked Writer
Saleucami, RSD Fragment, 21 BBY
The rithmic chime of the monitor, and the soft whirring of the Medical Droid's metallic joints as it calmly yet quickly moved from patient to computer was maddening.
Clicker and Tusk had their helmets off, Clicker sitting down on the side of the bed with his head in his hands.
"How is he?" Tusk asked softly to the droid.
It turned slightly to the Commander.
"He is currently stable, but we are working hard to preserve the nerve endings in order to ensure that the implant will be successful, and to remove the requirement for a cybernetic implant." it droned in its slow yet syrupy voice designed to match the calm, stuffy atmosphere of the medical bay.
Clicker nodded slowly.
When an arm was severed from a Human, or some other species that cannot regrow their limbs, they need implants. If the cut is clean - hell, even it is *messy* - the droids can just put it on bacta and order a cybernetic to come around, and ensure that the nerve endings can be preserved.
But when the body's nerves are cauterized, as Shard's arm was, it was almost impossible to preserve the nerve endings except for expertly precise doctors or incredibly careful droids. When this happened, detailed surgery would be needed on the nerve systems.
General Shard awoke, his one good eye snapping open at his cybernetic eye's blaring alarm that could only be heard within his skull.
"Warning! Hostiles detected!"
He sat up, tensed to fight-
Only to see his eyes failsafe had simply been reset. It was just Clicker and Tusk, here to check up on him.
"How are you feeling, General?"
Shard opened his mouth to respond when he noticed something… off. Was it his stance? No, he was positioned-
No, it was the stance.
He was sitting up with the aid of his right arm!
The cybernetic implant was black, and made of a polished, flexible plate. The fingers were viciously pointed, likely opening up possibilities for close quarters combat, yet not too sharp to prevent usage of a computer system. He flexed his fingers, only to feel points retracting into the simple, stunted fingertips akin to a protocol droid.
Very useful.
"It will take some practice to use, Sir," the medical droid cooed, lifting a clawed hand as it approached.
"However, you are perfectly stable, but I would recommend a visit to Coruscant and their advanced medical facilities-" it continued, before being cut off by Clicker.
"The Droid's right. The Jedi wish to speak to you about the lightsaber. There is something… unusual about it, apparently. We will check in with the medical station, and then head to the temple." Clicker said enthusiastically.
Tusk rolled his eyes, which was not unnoticed by either Clone.
"Do you have something wrong with visiting the Jedi, Commander?" Sharp asked softly.
"It's just… permission to speak freely, General?"
"Granted."
"I have fought alongside you for several battles, and you showed true care for your men. And with Ryloth, I am not so sure the Jedi have the same care you have. They don't have the willingness to commit to war. They fight with the hope of peace in their minds. That is now how to win wars quickly, Sir: That is how to draw them out."
"With respect, Commander," Clicker said, entering the conversation; his voice mechanized through the helmets vocalizer.
"I think you have yet to see the good side of the Jedi. Mimban was an isolated case that won't likely happen for the rest of the war. General Skywalker showed true daring and bravery on Geonosis, walking right alongside his men and stopping to save Snatch-"
"I will believe that when I see it. Mark my words, the Jedi will be the end of us. Only when Clones and able commanders take to the battlefield, will we be able to triumph."
"That is enough, both of you."
The pair of Clones stopped, looking to their commanding officer. Their helmets veiled their features, but it was clear they still were scowling through their view screens at one another.
"The Jedi have their shortcomings, but it pays to have them around. I would be dead if it weren't for Master Kenobi. While I have had my issues with the other Masters, they can be able leaders for the Grand Army of the Republic."
He stood, the blankets falling and revealing his body glove.
"But this is not up to us whether the Jedi stay or leave. That is up to the Senate, and the Chancellor, and it is our duty to serve them with our lives. Which ship are we on?"
Clicker pointed to the ceiling.
"The Fragment, Sir. General Kenobi and Skywalker's forces are engaging General Grievous. They should be more than enough to capture him."
Shard stood, attaching pieces of his armor to his body glove as the medical droid handed them to him from the armory crate.
"I hope so. I'd have given my head if it meant that tin can was vaporized. Signal the bridge: Make course for Coruscant; again. Return to your troops, and inform the crew that we will not be staying home very long."
Coruscant, Jedi Temple, 21 BBY
"You see, General Shard…" Master Billaba said, gesturing to the lightsaber levitating in the center of the Jedi High Council tower.
The gross majority of the Council was in attendance, with more that two thirds present via hologram and the noticeable absence of Master Kenobi.
Shard had brought the seized weapon to the temple as soon as he underwent a cursory examination at the medical tower, confirming his assumptions that all was well and that the surgery was without error. He had expected to simply hand the weapon off, and it would be put on display in some case, or embedded in a marble pedestal to remember a fallen Knight.
The last thing he expected was to be summoned to the High Council Chambers with a pair of tan robed Temple Guards as an escort. They did not bother disarming him at the entrance; he was known to them as a *General*, and they wouldn't remove the cybernetic weapon he now had in the place of his arm.
"This lightsaber is, unique, to put it lightly." She said, looking to her fellow Masters for aid.
"The weapon of a fallen Jedi, that is." Master Yoda said darkly.
"Belong to Count Dooku, it did."
Shard started. What?
"How?" he managed.
"The venerable Count, and Head of State of the Separatists, was once a Jedi. He fashioned for himself a new lightsaber, if Master Yoda is not mistaken. He likely kept the older weapon as a momento, or as a gift to his General."
"His first weapon, that lightsaber likely is." Yoda continued.
"No place for such a thing do we have. Keep it you could, should you like."
"Perhaps you could honor it's reputation; that weapon has been bastardized with the blood of far too many Jedi to hold it in any place of esteem, or to place it with the Lost Twenty. May it serve you well, General." Mace Windu said calmly.
Shard's eyes widened once more as the lightsaber drifted towards him, but his resolve hardened as the metal fingers chimed as he grasped the weapon.
"I will put it to good use, Master Windu."
He bowed at the hip before being escorted to his ship.
He would spend the following months with some regularity, being gifted via transmission the various training regimens and fighting instructions from the Temple Archives, while his fleet launched brief raids into Separatist space.
However, the battle call was sounded, and the troops were armed.
Rishi had been assaulted; Kamino was their next target.
OK, finished this one. We got Kamino next :) -Cloaked Writer.