General Memoir
Prologue
The forward ranks of the 462nd legion of clone troopers moved closer to the Separatist bunker with their rifles ablaze. One by one, they shot each battle droid and Confederate unit that came their way.
Even the battle, when seen from afar, would be called one of Mygeeto's greatest battles. It was here on this planet that the 462nd was lead by Jedi General Ki-Adi Mundi, whom at the moment was away from the bridge where the current battle took place.
The bunker, which lay at the end of the bridge, was rumored to have valuable information on the secret routes that the Confederates used across the galaxy. If the Republic was ever able to get a hold of this information, Separatist movement across the galaxy would cease to exist.
The rumor, of course, was true, and the Separatists had underestimated the powers of the Republic in their struggle for these routes. Their defensive units were being slaughtered, which in an ironic sense, was not possible since the Separatists used droids for their army.
The 462nd's commanding officer went by the nick name Scar. Many believed that it was due to a number of scars laid across his face and upper torso. It was also for the fact that he seemed to be the best knife fighter his commanding officers had ever seen. There was much evidence to support their theories, especially one moment wherein during a time in the swamps, Scar had managed to kill a mercenary squadron of the Separatists using merely a chipped vibroblade and his bare hands.
Yes, Scar was a legendary unit on the battlefield, and was even optioned to become promoted to be a commander. For now, he was a sergeant who commanded the 462nd legion of clone troopers.
It was up to the Separatists to make him live up to his name.
And there he was, knifing down droids on the battle field. He took one of the battle droids, throttled his knife into the droid's small square body. He twisted and turned the knife. Sparks exploded from the droid's body. He then removed the knife and stabbed the knife upward. The knife dragged into the battle droid's tiny head and flew off into the scrap pile of droid parts behind.
Scar spun the knife around and picked out three more from his utility belt. He placed each knife in between his knuckles and began to knife the remaining droids until they were merely scrapping metal.
"Scar, behind you!" a warning clone's voice cried next to Scar. Scar easily recognized the warning clone's voice and saw that it was his closest "brother," Boom. They loved each other like true brothers and always stood out for each other on the battlefront.
A super battle droid was standing behind Scar and held not its blaster arm up, but rather its missile arm. It fired a missile at Scar, which gave him a few seconds to evade the missile. He bent his body to the side and instead, the missile flew past Scar and crashed into a detachment of battle droids. While his body was still bent, Scar pulled one of his knives in a quick second from his knuckles, brought his arm back, and tossed the knife at the super battle droid. The knife went into the droid's photoreceptor, which caused it to walk off the bridge into the misty ground far below.
By the second, the Separatist's numbers continued to decrease until it was all down to a single detachment. The detachment was easily destroyed by a stray grenade.
Scar and his commandos made sure for the moment that the whole bridge was secure, and then moved the main bunker entrance. Boom went in lead with the explosives followed by Scar. He had a uniquely-designed helmet, with two explosive scorch marks on the upper head near the head fin of the helmet, as everyone could see. Boom moved to the bunker entrance and put two explosives on the sides of the door.
First, Boom tried to operate on the door lock and tried to hack it open. After three unsuccessful tries, Boom shouted the warning, "Explosives on the door!" Scar and his commandos along with some other clones of the 462nd to the rear of the bridge, and waited for the door to explode.
Boom removed the detonator from his belt and clicked it.
BOOM!
The door exploded and was covered in a great amount of smoke and debris. Scar and his commandos clicked on their t-visors and changed their view. They could now see through the smoke that was in the entrance.
The commandos ran into the smoky entrance while Scar stood behind rallying the other troops of the legion. He saw Boom entering the bunker, to whom he said, "Good luck there, brother." Boom ran into the bunker his rifle up high.
Scar then heard a crackle in his helmet's comlink. It sounded very much like the sound of a clone trooper screaming in pain. He then heard the sound of Boom trying to shout over the overlaying screams and shouts. Scar could only make out: "Fall…General…Trap…Go!"
The screams were suddenly silenced and something rolled out of the bunker towards Scar's foot. It looked like a helmet. It was a clone trooper's helmet. And it wasn't just any clone's helmet. It was a helmet of unique design. It was a helmet with two explosive scorch marks on the upper head near the head fin.
"No…" Scar trailed off and looked up at the bunker entrance. The smoke was finally clearing away, but as it cleared, a tall shadowy figure began to materialize. The head was definitely not human, but somewhat was humanoid. Scar's eyes grew wide underneath his helmet.
Scar knew who this shadowy new figure was. He knew the terror this… machine had caused for the whole Republic. He was aware of this one's reputation… and name. The first part of his name was a military title given to the commander of an army—general. The second part of his name was something that obviously that meant sadness and fear. It meant grief.
General Grievous stood in the bunker entrance with his large medium-toned blue cape over his exoskeleton torso. He had yet to reveal the true form of grief, which lay hidden underneath this cape.
The Separatist general moved forward and seemed to be dragging something in his foot. He looked up at Scar and said in his cold mechanical, "I think this is yours." He kicked his foot into the air and propelled whatever was in his large foot to fly at Scar.
This propelled item was in fact a body. It landed before Scar and rolled to his feet face up. Scar was lost in fear. The corpse that landed before Scar's feet was that of Boom. His face was horribly cut and scarred. Blood flowed down different points of the face down into the floor.
Scar fell to his knees. "Boom…"
Scar was unaware however, that Grievous began for him while he mourned quietly over his dead clan "brother's" corpse. He only noticed Grievous when his large three-toed foot stomped into Boom's chest. Scar looked up at Grievous and saw his skeletal form and menacing yellow eyes.
Grievous needed no words to let Scar realize what was to happen next. Scar tapped into his comlink and said his last order and words. "Fall back." After that, it was over and Scar joined his brother in a quick second.
In no less than four minutes, Grievous had slaughtered every last unit of the 462nd legion of clones. Bodies of clones lay in piles, and Grievous stood quietly surveying his work. He had truly spread his grief into these clones and let them die.
He had scraped their lives away with his fingers and let them die horrible deaths. He let them die the deaths he had felt in his life. He had felt the deaths of his own brothers into these brothers.
Grief was here on Mygeeto.
But that was not how Grievous would put it. He preferred to say it as one of his victims put it.
End, thy name is Grievous.