Grievous Speaks to Lord Sidious
~ John Williams
A dark room that had only a dim lamp in the center hanging above. The gray table glistened slightly from the reflections and beams from the light showing indents and designs in the metal. The faint glow showed the faces of three humanoid based characters.
Poggle the Lesser, hunched over on his cane and with his bug-like neck clicking in the Geonosian tongue. Skin orange and scaly, and with two long fingers and a single thumbed hand he stroked the long antennae in the front of his face shaped like a beard.
Wat Tambor, the golden armored steam punk businessman clothed underneath with a thick green like wool. Goggles would fizz larger and smaller as his eyes focused and defocused. Arms folded politely in his lap, he was the most quiet of the three.
And finally, Nute Gunrray, red beady eyes and a black hat symbolizing his rank. Along with red robes and jewelry on his fingers, he clearly is high up in nobility in the field he is in.
Three leaders of the Separatist alliance gathered in once place, conversing, talking, planning, all over who knows what. Their voices hushed like scandalous children, with their varying tones blended a bit. But after another moment, silence came though upon them, to which stayed and lingered around.
Filling the space, The Geonosian vibrated its throat and clicking again clearly to the right, and turned to Nute Gunrray in the dark.
"I agree Archduke," said Gunrray.
before he could even get a word out, the doors behind Wat Tambor flung open mechanically, and a creature walked in. Light behind it blinding white revealed a black figured standing there almost seven feet tall. The cloaked and black cape nearly covered it's neck down to its ankles, and a long metal dragon-like neck was shown as it entered. Cybernetic legs caused loud metal clomping steps. Any other being would have been terrified in this presence, but the three leaders of the Separatist Alliance were completely un-phased.
This cyborg, General Grievous, head of the droid army and one of the greatest warriors the galaxy veered his head coming to the side of the table. Tan armor with some black scorch marks on it telling of the previous battle. Standing upright and tall, he took in deep breaths. Enjoying the feeling of healed lungs even after his recent victories, Grievous was no longer the hunched over like a cackled warlord. It took a moment to survey the room, and squinted again seeing only those three businessmen and politicians.
"you called this meeting Gunrray, what is it," snapped the general with a thick auto-toned voice.
"ah, General Grievous, it is nice to see you again," he smiled, "we have a proposition for yourself."
"which is what."
Turning a knob on his upper chest, Wat Tambor's voice went high then dropped lowly like it was autotuned, "your recent protection from the Jedi was most astounding. We were not expecting you preform so well with your new upgrades."
Caped flipped to the side as Grievous stuck his single finger out, pointing it at Tambor, "I triumphed from my skill and my skill alone! Watch your tongue!"
Clearly seen on the wrist was forcefully cauterized. Seared metal cooled to a black that left marks upon it. Now with only two fingers and a thumb in one hand, it was obvious that his other hand recently was lost in the last engagement. Even then, no hesitation was seen, not a hint of pain, nothing at all. Had his hand continuously stayed underneath the cloak, it is quite possible no one would have known. Putting his hand back into his cloak, it was concealed once more.
Clearing his throat, and adjusting his audio settings again, the foreman for the Techno Union responded politely, "On Utapau General Kenobi severed two of your hands. He fled, and you barely escaped..." gesturing to the hand, he continued, "On Mustafar, and after your surgery, you protected us from the Jedi Assassin Skywalker, killed him, and Kenobi perused you... as you know both outcomes."
"and you have both their lightsabers to prove their defeat," added Gunrray.
"I do have their lightsabers in my collection yes," scoffed the Jedi Killer with pride, "but what does that have to do with this meeting."
"our shipments have come in generously from Maul on Mandalore. They political aspects made this a proxy of interest for a while by some pirates..."
A gestured wave and bug-like vibrations came from the Geonosian, and coming into the room was four B1 battle droids with their shining new tan armor, thin and skinny limbs, and their famous curved and flat head came in. Their footsteps were in sync like the robots they were, bobbing side to side in perfect fashion. In the center, they were carrying a black metal crate that looked heavy as each droid leaned in a bit to hold out the weight. Dropping it, a loud thud of iron filled the room as everyone's attention was drawn in on it. Grievous, extending his hand through the cloak (his good right hand having both hands connected with six fingers). Lifting the lid almost with ease, the slight popping sound from the pressurized cap came off. Crashing to the side, the cyborg reached into the container. Faint shining of silver metal glistened slightly off the light above. Coming out, a single smooth gray metal block. Holding it close to it's face, Grievous stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out what this is. Reflection came off and onto his tan and faded mail, showing their indents, wear-and-tear, and use.
Finally, after another moment, it came to him. Eyes went wide taking in a deep breath, "beskar?"
Nute Gunrray would only smile, crossing his fingers together, "Take this as a reward for our protection, general. And after the loss of Count Dooku, this will act as a major moral boost for the Confederacy, seeing you in such armor."
Taking a look around for a moment, Tambor, the Archduke, and Gunrray seemed content with this choice, silent waiting for a response. The Warlord only shook his head, with his iron ear flaps would flex once. A questionable nod came from it, but one that was hardly noticeable. Turning around, it ambled out of the room heavy metal steps following it's presence. After the doors shut behind Grievous, Wat Tambor veered to Gunrray, "is he even grateful?"
"Oh he is my friend, he just expresses it differently."
Next story/sequel lets go. Not really to much to say, hope you all will like it, Having the Separatists with this level of advancement would change the war in many ways. But that is what I think. How do you guys think this will play out? Wonder how it would cause this will shake up a lot of things. Potential crossover in coming, so we will see ;).
Chapter 2 should come out soon, until then, hope you guys like where this is going,
stay safe out there,
~GR3Y H0R1Z0N5