Chapter 3
Katakas, the eldest son of Grievous and the heir to his right as supreme warlord of the Kaleesh Army, sat quietly inside his dark meditative tent. A burned stick sat in the corner of the tent smoking away. It provided a very sparse light in the tent.
He sat quietly trying to meditate in the Force. Today was the day that he needed it most. He needed the Force today to use in battle against the Separatists. It was time for vengeance to be instituted with his hands.
Another Kaleesh who looked similar in form to Katakas entered the tent. He was actually shorter than Katakas was, but it didn't matter. "The armies have been assembled and they await your command, general," he said.
Katakas stood from his place and walked past his comrade out of the tent, where waiting for him was an army of thousands. They were consisted of Kaleesh warriors from all over the planet who was dedicated to avenge the call of their greatest warlord.
Katakas stretched out his arm and extended his hand forward. "My legions!" he yelled out to the army, "We are gathered today to commemorate and remember our greatest warlord and leader! We shall avenge his Kaleesh blood and spill those of his murderers!"
The army cried out and cheered for Katakas. It was true that he had the same love for war as hid own father did.
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