Wassup im back! I wrote this chapter in two days bc i didnt wanna do hw, so enjoy the embodiment of me procrastinating my hw! I was gonna have this up like three hours ago but this website decided to not let me use it :|

Enjoy!

Another warning: every single chapter from here on out is probably gonna be bordering on NSFW. Not like, stuff that isn't allowed on this site, but it's really gonna be pushing it. Go away if u cant handle it lol

Chapter Eight: Malevolence

Senator McNally sat at the steering yoke, gripping it as she stared into the void of hyperspace. She was alone on a diplomatic mission to negotiate with a neutral system. She was to convince them to join with the Republic but must be alone, as they had requested she bring no escort. Captain Typho had objected, but she had insisted. Besides, she was trained in self defense and combat, and had brought along her small blaster. There were systems in place to protect her in the case of hostility, she would be fine.

A ding indicated she was due to come out of hyperspace any second now and sure enough the void around her returned to the normalcy of space, except for one thing. Directly ahead of her was a space battle. She shouted in surprise, jerking back as a vulture droid exploded barely 20 meters from her ship. She took control of herself once more to steer away from the maelstrom of fire and ships, but something was stopping her.

"Kriff, they've gotten a tractor beam on me!"

She had been duped, the coordinates she had been told to go to being the edge of a battle between Separatist frigates and Republic Venators. As her ship inched closer and closer to one of the buglike Separatist ships she searched for a place to hide. She may be without guard and armed with only one blaster, but she was notoriously resourceful. The best hiding spot she could come up with on such short notice was a tiny luggage compartment. She sealed herself inside the pitch-black compartment, hoping it wasn't airtight and she didn't suffocate, settling down for what would hopefully be a long wait. She would have hidden in the belly of the ship but frankly, she lacked the knowledge of how to access it and the strength to lift the floor panel to get inside once she found the entrance.

Soon after she felt her ship shake a bit as it was roughly landed in the Separatist hangar, and the telltale hiss of her ramp opening accompanied by the clanking of plasteel on metal let her know that she had company. The tinny voice of a B-1 unit reached her ears, and the sound of marching droids searching her ship alerted her to their actions. Grace stayed as still as possible in the cramped compartment, but it was all for naught when the door was roughly opened, light shining into her eyes as a battle droid aimed its blaster at her face at point-blank range.

She yelped as it reached out with its finger(s?) and grabbed her arm, yanking her into the main area of the ship. It kept a vice-like grip as it called out to its fellows.

"I found her! The Senator is in my custody."

She could do nothing as several more droids entered the room, each armed with a readied blaster. She could attempt to fight her way out, but it would be pointless with so many droids. Even if she managed to destroy the ones in her ship, what then? There were hundreds more aboard the frigate, and taking her ship into battle would put her into danger. Besides, they could just tractor beam her again. Her blaster was hidden under the folds of her stylish vest, ready for when she had an actual plan. Perhaps Anakin's "Attack first, think later" mindset was rubbing off on her.

A B-1 came forward with a pair of binders, and she reluctantly allowed them to be placed around her wrists. She had been in worse scrapes than this before, like when she had been in the Petranaki arena on Geonosis. At least she had Anakin then, though. Now she was completely alone, but that was alright. She could fend for herself.

The Senator stole glances around as she was escorted out of her Nubian ship, several droids staring her down. She glared at them all and continued to observe the ship in case it came in handy. Occasionally she would be jostled by the droid still holding her arm, roughly shoved forwards as though she wasn't keeping pace with them.

They took several turns before arriving at a turbolift. Nobody had spoken this whole time, and she really did not want to be the one to start up conversation. Threats were useless; everything she could say in that matter they already knew. To be honest, they were probably the reason she had been targeted. She was a powerful Senator and-publicly-a very good friend of Anakin. He was the best warrior in the entire Grand Army of the Republic, perhaps they hoped to use her against him or just as a hostage in general. Knowing Anakin, that would probably work. She sighed, knowing that she kind of wanted it to. Grace really did not want to be on this ship full of her political adversaries, people that would gladly see her killed, but she also knew that it was not morally correct to want her husband to make stupid decisions for her safety.

The turbolift opened into a short hallway with another door ahead, and she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at what was probably behind it. A droid opened the door and she was proven right: it was General Grievous. He barely had time to turn and face her before she was thrown forwards, stumbling and landing hard on her knees. She braced herself against the hard floor with bound hands and looked up to see the repulsive Cyborg looking down at her. If he could sneer she was sure he would at this moment.

"Senator McNally," he greeted, pausing to cough. "So nice to make your acquaintance."

She glared at him, staying silent, and he clearly had nothing left to say.

"Take her to the detention level, put her in a cell."

With that she was roughly lifted from the ground and shoved out of the room, taken several floors down in the turbolift, and roughly put in a cell. She was shoved onto its cold floor and she heard the rayshield come up behind her. She stood up, dusted herself off, and sat down on the bench. It was gonna be a long wait.

Anakin stood on the bridge of his Venator, the Resolute, and watched the battle through the transparisteel viewports. He was observing so he could better command his troops, and soon he would be out in a fighter to fight alongside him. He itched with the urge to go and get in on the action, but Obi-Wan at his side stopped him. His former Master was observing the fight alongside his friend, and they were silent as the ships clashed in brilliant explosions.

He was honestly bored until something odd happened- a ship came out of hyperspace right on the edge of the battle. Anakin started, trying to get a better look. With a jolt like ice water being poured on him he realized who it was. "That's Grace's ship! What's she doing here?"

Obi-Wan stroked his beard. "It is quite odd. I can't imagine she came here willingly."

The younger Jedi watched in horror as his wife was pulled into a tractor beam and sucked through danger and chaos into the lair of the beast: Grievous's ship. He turned to his friend, a man like a brother to him, and shouted, "We have to help her! She's in danger, Master."

"You forget our current mission."

"I don't care about the mission, she is far more important!" At a raised eyebrow he added, far more subdued, "He could use her as a hostage. That means that we have to rescue her before she is used for ill or harmed. She is an important Senator; this takes priority."

The more experienced Jedi considered, looking out into space as he weighed the statement. "You're right. But how do you propose we rescue her?"

Anakin pondered the question for a moment. To be honest, he hadn't actually considered how he would, just that he would do it. He knew that she needed him, knew that he had to save the woman he loved, but it would certainly be difficult to board the Invisible Hand without being detected. Obi-Wan gave him a sassy stare at his apparent lack of ideas, but suddenly the young man smiled.

"I have a plan, but I don't think you'll like it."

Obi-Wan groaned from the passenger seat of the Twilight as Anakin flew it through the battle and latched onto Grievous' ship. "I cannot believe that cloaking device actually worked."

"Doubting me, Master?"

"Yes."

Anakin rolled his eyes and stood, walking over to the airlock. With the press of a button it opened and he stepped into the Separatist ship. Artoo followed him, with a doubtful Obi-Wan right behind. They checked that the coast was clear, spotting no droids. They quickly approached the nearest terminal, the tiny astromech plugging in right away.

"Quickly, Artoo," said the Knight, "the patrol will be here any minute."

The blue droid beeped and accessed the logs, looking until he found what he needed. On the detention level a certain Senator was being held in a cell, and the domed droid relayed this to his Master, who was visibly angry.

"I swear," he muttered, "if they even put a finger on her…" he was furious. If they had hurt his wife he was going to tear each droid on this ship limb from limb, including Grievous. He really hoped she was uninjured, that he wasn't too late. He had been too late to save his mother, he would be damned if he would ever make that mistake again.

Obi-Wan's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "We should split up. Somebody needs to be a distraction while you get the Senator."

"Agreed, Master. I'll get her out and comm you when we need to go."

With that they split up, each Jedi sprinting down a separate corridor. Artoo was made to hide next to the terminal with a commlink, ready to do whatever they needed if asked. Anakin sprinted to the turbolifts, glad when the one he chose was empty. He fidgeted the whole way down, anxious to see Grace. He hoped she was alright, and he was glad at the opportunity to see her. The war kept them apart far more than he liked, at least this poor situation had an upside.

The turbolift door opened on the detention level with a ding, and standing just outside it were five battle droids. He dismembered them before they could even order to fire. He was incredibly focused, determined to go without distraction as he made his way to Grace's cell. It took him less than a minute at a full sprint, and soon he came up on the right cell, a rayshield covering the door. A split-second glance inside showed his wife, staring in surprise as he pressed the button to let down the rayshield. He ran into the cell, gathering her up in his arms.

"Grace," he murmured, speaking into her hair as he held her close. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

She smiled, extracting herself from his hug so he could use his lightsaber to cut off her binders. "I'm alright, Anakin. I knew you would come for me."

"Anytime."

He kissed her on the lips, a far better greeting than talking in Grace's opinion, and he led her out of the cell. He stood in front of her as they crept through the halls of the detention level, making it to the turbolifts without incident. Once inside, the Senator smiled deviously and turned to her husband.

"You know, I think that when we both get back to Coruscant I'll have to thank you for rescuing me."

He was confused for a moment but quickly caught on, smirking and stepping closer to her, looking down at her with the exact same idea in mind. "Oh?" he asked, sticking out an arm to cage her in between him and the turbolift wall.

What he had planned to say next was interrupted by the door opening to expose them to a group of B-1s accompanied by Super Battle droids. The Jedi immediately sprang into action, protectively shoving his wife behind him as he deflected blaster bolts back at his attackers. Behind him, Grace took her blaster out from its hiding place at last and began to finish them off from a safe position behind her husband. As he sliced the last Super Battle droid in half he turned to smile at her, sheathing his lightsaber and leading her down the hallway as they headed for the Twilight.

Obi-Wan knew he couldn't be a good distraction without being discovered, so he waited in the hallway until he was finally discovered by a patrol. "Took you long enough," he muttered. They started firing immediately and he deflected the bolts at the walls until he was sure they had gotten the signal out that there was an intruder. With that he destroyed all but one, pretending to flee. What he was really doing was leading it to the perfect place to stage a fight: The cargo transports.

The Jedi Master ran until he arrived, knowing that the tiny B-1 and several more droids would catch up eventually. Until then he just had to wait, twiddle his thumbs until company arrived. In the end it took far less time than he anticipated, droidekas rolling in to surround him as various infantry marched in. He looked around at the large crowd he had amassed, not even flinching when Grievous himself jumped from a high-up platform to land in front of him.

"Hello there," greeted the cyborg.

"General Grievous," the Jedi responded. "How nice of you to show up, I was worried you would never come join me. It has been quite lonely on this big ship without you to entertain me."

The Separatist growled as best he could through his vocabulator. "You always have been boring, Kenobi. I wonder, why are you on my ship?"

The human man pretended to be offended. "My my, Grievous, why so hostile? I merely came to say hello."
"I grow tired of your games." he turned to his droids. "Kill him."

At that moment his commlink pinged, a signal to return to the Twilight.

"Well, that's my cue," he said. With that exiting line leapt over the incoming wave of blaster bolts, landing on an approaching train below. He saluted to the furious General as it carried him away.

The train was, unfortunately, taking him farther and farther from the ship, so at the next platform he leapt off, landing at an access point to the rest of the ship. After that it took him about ten minutes to sprint to the Twilight, where a suspiciously happy Anakin and Senator McNally waited for him. The ship was already primed to get back through the chaos of the battle, and Obi-Wan sat beside his friend as he expertly wove this piece-of-junk old spice freighter through an ongoing space battle. The Senator was strapped into the seat behind them, and wished she could be seated in Anakin's lap instead. Although, she mused, she had seen plenty of his lap earlier during the wait for Obi-Wan.

The trip to the Venator was quick and largely uneventful, skillful flying keeping the Twilight from being hit. That and staying on the outskirts of the battle. The ride was a bit bumpy, but they got back onboard a Republic ship with no life-threatening mishaps. Once in the hangar Obi-Wan tried to exit the ship, but Anakin stopped him.

"Master, wait! The Senator needs to be returned to Coruscant. I will personally escort her back aboard the Twilight.

The older man considered a moment before agreeing. "You will escort her back to Coruscant, but return immediately."

Anakin nodded, and his friend left the ship. Artoo was still here, and he began programming coordinates for the long route back. The Jedi made sure to get the ship into hyperspace before turning to his wife with a sly smile.

"I seem to remember being ensured a thank-you for the rescue."

She smirked at him. "Oh? I don't remember."

He stood from his chair and walked a bit closer, making sure to make a point of slowly looking her up and down. "Oh yes, you promised it to me. In the elevator."

She stood from her chair, crossing her arms and smirking. "I seem to have forgotten. I'm sure you can refresh my memory."

He stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and kissed her. He grabbed her waist to pull her closer, not yet taking off the glove on his prosthetic hand but getting ready to when the time came. By now Artoo had left, going on standby mode while his Master broke some rules.

Grace returned the kiss with passion, wrapping her legs around him when he pushed her up against the wall of the ship. His hand went to the waistband of her tight pants, stopping there. He broke from the kiss and said, "I believe that may have helped?"

She smiled, hands resting behind his broad shoulders. "I remember very well now, but I'm afraid you're quite overdressed. You may have to change."

He smirked, finally removing the glove and readying the custom settings for his fingers. "With pleasure, My lady."

End of chapter!

Notes:

-I had to stop there because lemon is not allowed on this site, also I don't really wanna write it lmao

-Anakin said protective husband mode ACTIVATED

-Artoo: If I do not see it it does not exist

-smh wherever they capture ppl in this show excessive force is used. Every timeeeee. SO ofc grace gets yote as well

-Ik in the original episode this happens in Padme escapes but I thought this made it spicier (also I forget what specifically happened and i dont wanna go rewatch it)

-I really didnt want threepio there to cockblock so i just. Removed him.

Tune in next time i write this whole damn chapter in two days for chapter nine!