Chapter 1: The Past

"You have your mission, Grievous, make sure it goes to plan, and remember bring me their lightsabers"

"Yes master, I understand, they will be dealt with." I whispered then put my communicator away. Two Jedis creeping around, the usual job, by now I have more than 100 lightsabers, but I only carry around ten of them.

I crept into the room, pulling out two of my lightsabers; I hid behind a nearby pillar.

"I don't know about this master, I feel disturbances in the..." He never got to finish his sentence as I ran by and, with a quick motion I stabbed him then clashed lightsabers with his master's.

"You have gotten my apprentice, but that doesn't mean you've won." The Jedi said.

"I've fought ten Jedi at once and still won, and you think that I won't beat you?"

"I'm stronger than I look."

Giving a sly smile, I tossed him one of my lightsabers, "We seem to be unevenly matched, have one of mine"

"Foolish choice" he said as we started our fight.

I pulled out another lightsaber and ignited it, meeting the incoming beam from the Jedi's borrowed saber. We stood there for a second, pushing against each other.

Suddenly, I broke my first lightsaber free and swung down at the Jedi's head. He blocked me and tried to parry with his second beam. I leapt back and took up a standard fighting pose, waiting for him to make a move. We started each other down, looking for openings in each other's defenses.

Finally, he attacked, leaping as only a Jedi can leap, both lightsabers set to slice my arms. I blocked him and, taking advantage of his momentum, threw him over my head. He spun himself so he'd land on his feet. I was ready. One well-placed kick sent him into a wall. As fast as I could, I ran over and pinned his lightsabers to the wall with mine. I could have cut his hands off, but I wanted to have a little more fun with him, and I wasn't about to risk damaging my lightsaber and his, which would soon be another trophy for my collection.

"You're more foolish then I thought, I may be pinned, but now you attack me at all!"

"Oh, really now?" I sneered, whipping out my other two arms into a scissor position next to his neck.

I don't know who I was before I was turned into this, nor do I know who I am now. As far as my memories take me, I remember stepping out of the tank I was being "recreated" in. I am Hunter Grievous II, the newest member of the "Force Hunters". As far as I know of what they did was what the Head Hunter has told me. Looking through the ruins of separatist buildings, the "Hunters" found blueprints for various droids, including one "Grievous". They looked at the blueprints for Grievous and made a new version of it, based more on cyborg design rather than a droid design. Thus, they selected me for the new Grievous. Another thing that sets me apart from the first Grievous is that I can use the force, plus I don't have coughing fits. I have been taught that Jedi are the source of all evil.

As I've I said already, I carry around ten lightsabers: 2 purple, 2 red, 2 blue, 2 green, and 2 orange, kept in that order on my belt. I have long unkempt brown hair, one blue eye (left), one robotic eye (right). I have a self inflicted scar over the left eye, for the propose of style.

Then there are those dreams I have, I see thousands of people running suffering from a mysterious source, then a voice whispering "Beware the path you travel, the path Dark Side, do not make the same mistake I have."

As for the "Force Hunters", they are basically an organization of Bounty Hunters with the force, as the name implies. We help anyone who hires us, anyone, that is, but the Jedi.