Appearance

He had docked with his personal flagship, the Invisible Hand, one of the new and more powerful Separatist cruisers. Grievous tread through the ship, eager to make his way to the observation deck. Count Dooku was expecting him.

Grievous passed the procession of droids that patrolled the corridors and went through the turbolift. I wonder what my new Masters have in store for me next, he couldn't help but think as he made it to the deck. As the doorway opened, he walked out to see the aristocratic human standing next to a specially designed chair.

"Count Dooku," Grievous began as he bowed.

"Ah, General Grievous," the Sith Lord acknowledged the cyborg killer. He turned around and looked at the General, who now rose and towered over the former Jedi by a few inches. "I trust that no one has seen you during the escape on Geonosis?"

Grievous looked at his Master and replied, "anyone who has seen me, has met with, shall we say, unfortunate accidents."

Dooku sniffed. "Yes, well I am sure that you've proved most valiantly against our enemies."

"I have, Count Dooku." Grievous pulled his cape back to reveal the two lightsabers he had holstered.

"And what's this?" Dooku asked, his eyes twinkled with some measure of pride and respect.

"I present two gifts to you, Count," Grievous said, bowing as he offered the former Jedi the two hilts.

"Ah, most impressive, General Grievous," Dooku replied. "But I have no use for trophies. They are yours, keep them."

"Thank you, Count," Grievous answered.

"I sense that perhaps you have had some experience with them?" The Sith smiled with some amusement.

"Yes, I have," the Kaleesh replied.

"Good, good," he said as a thought began to formulate in his head. "Would you like to learn more about the arts of our enemies?"

Grievous lifted his head at the prospect. To know my enemy…

Dooku smiled. He knew that Grievous would desire to learn anything to better understand—and to exploit—his foes.

"Yes, I would like to better understand my—our enemies."

"Good, General Grievous. I shall teach you the arts of our enemies and soon you shall be able to crush them all."

Windu walked on the planet's surface with Yoda. Their faces were grim as they surveyed the wreckage and death that the battle had wrought. The bodies of their companions and others had littered the arena.

"Was it worth the price?" Windu asked the diminutive Master.

"Tell only time shall," Yoda said grimly.

"Perhaps, but the Republic has fallen into war—and disarray."

"True it is, if sense this we did not," Yoda agreed. They continued to watch the bodies of their comrades as fellow Jedi came and removed the bodies, former Master and Padawans weeping at their own personal losses.

"There is still that issue of the Sith Lord and Dooku," Mace began.

"Mired in lies and deceit that one is. Consumed by the Dark Side, Dooku is."

"I will inform the remaining members of the Council that this Sidious and Dooku are a priority for all Jedi—but for now, we shall focus on the war effort."

Before Yoda could reply, one of the clones came running towards the pair. "General Windu! General Yoda! We've found something, sir!"

"What is it, Commander?" Windu asked the clone.

"We've found the bodies of Alpha and Beta Squad—including the missing Jedi," the clone replied.

Mace and the Yoda looked at each other. They rushed towards the tunnels and found the bodies.

Yoda closed his eyes and with a wearied look, left the tunnel.

"It appears that there was some animal the Geonosians had in their possession, General Windu."

"It would appear so," Mace began, "but if so, then where is the creature?"

"We don't know sir. We can't seem to locate it. I think it was killed during the battle above ground—many of the tunnels have collapsed. Delta Squad was able to accomplish the mission these two groups of commandoes were not able to."

Windu only grunted as he turned his back and began to leave the tunnel. Whatever it was, we haven't seen the last of it. I'll be ready for it.