CHAPTER 9

GRIEVOUS

I instantly lost my nerve. I did not want to fight him. If I did I knew I would lose. "Don't hurt me!" I screamed, bending down lower. "I bruise easily!"

Girevous stared at me. "I'm not going to hurt you I'm going to kill you!" he snarled.

"Don't do that either!" I gasped, totally freaked out but not by his looks.

He glared at me. "Why not?" he demanded.

"Because...- I thought quickly-... I'm your biggest fan!" I said then felt stupid. What are you telling him that for? He doesn't care!

The cyborg gaped at me. Great! now it's spreading, the gapes I mean. "My biggest fan?" he asked cluelessly.

"Your biggest fan," I said again. "I think you're awesome even though you killed Shaak Ti."

"I DID NOT KILL SHAAK TI!" he yelled at me.

Oops. That hadn't happened yet. He didn't have a chance to show off how manly he was in front of Obi-Wan and Anakin..."Well you did kill other Jedi," I said. "You even collect their lightsabers. I also know you used to be a Kaleesh who was good at sword fighting and a good military leader. You hate Jedi because they helped your enemies the Huk during your war. You got into a shuttle accident (That really wasn't an accident I added silently) that almost killed you, then some bastard Muun named San Hill from the Intergalactic Banking Clan made you an offer you couldn't refuse. You became a crazy, scary cyborg thanks to the happy people on Geonosis." I gave him a once over. "Here you are today. A Jedi killing cyborg with Magnet Head Guards, who commands a droid army, has his own ship, hates Jedi, can't kill Shaak Ti, and collects Jedi lightsabers as a hobby. If I missed anything or got anything wrong please feel free to correct me, your noble freakishness."

Grievous stared at me. If he had a mouth it probably would have been down at his big metal vulture feet. "How do you know all of that?" he demanded.

"Because," I said, still holding my lightsabers up protectively. "I am your biggest fan!"

"Or a Jedi spy," he added nastily.

"I AM NOT A JEDI SPY, DARN IT!" I exploded.

"You're a Jedi," he said indicating my lightsabers and clothes. "A Sith would have red ligthsabers and wouldn't wear purple."

I made a sound with my tongue when I stuck it out. "Jedi do not steal Mace Windu's lightsabers," I said. "Nor do they talk and act like me. Jedi do not curse or show their emotions. Or at least they shouldn't. But I'm not a Sith either..." I decided to play a mind game. Maybe if I did he wouldn't kill me. "Let me ask you something. How would a Jedi know those things about you? Or get on your ship? They would have to be invincible."

He didn't say anything. I think he was actually listening to me.

"A Jedi would not know you hate that stupid nervous retard Neimoron Vicroy Nute Gunray," I went on. "They all think you're a stupid droid that is programed to kill them all. You know what?"

"What?" he asked me, he actually sounded curious. He is listening to me!

"I feel sorry for you.."

"WHAT?" He looked ready to take a swing at me.

"Nobody understands you," I said quickly, locking eyes with him and holding them. I usually can't do that to people and they get mad at me. "You hate Jedi because they hurt you. If they had done that to me and my family I would feel the same way."

His urge to swing at me vanished. "Huh? What?"

"You know what," I said slowly, purposely. "You need a friend."

He lowered his lightsabers. I think I was psyching him out. "I... what?" he said looking surprised.

I decided to admit something to him. "I hate some of the Jedi too," I said, thinking about egoist Mace Windu. Stupid Korun. No wonder Depa had gone insane. He's no better then that crazy jungle man that had ticked him off on his home planet!
Grievous didn't say anything. He just stared at me. I think he was going to have a heart attack. I just know what he was thinking. "A Jedi who hates Jedi?" Yes, I do think I was scaring him.

"Poor General," I said cautiously deactivating my lightsabers and clipping them to my dark purple belt. "You need a hug."

"What? Huh?" He did look scared.

Okay, I told myself, Now would be a good time to do something before he keels over. I had said he needed a hug he was going to get a hug!

Since he was no longer holding up his lightsabers I didn't feel as threatened. I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

I heard those lightsabers clatter to the floor. Well now I knew he wasn't going to kill me. I wonder if he's freaked out though.

Well he let me hug him without a reaction. I bet he was in shock. I bet I would if my enemy glomped me! You know even though his upper body is all armored and shiny his waist is rather thin. I could easily wrap my arms around it. I rested my head against his ceramic breast plate. "I don't hate you," I said. "I won't hurt you either. I like you too much."

"Wha..." he started to say.

"GENERAL?" a metallic voice said behind me.

Uh oh. It sounded like one of those flat faced MagnaGuards. I heard an electrastaff sizzled to live.

"JEDI!" it shrieked.

The thing came flying at me.

Grievous wasn't moving. That's a bad sign. If he doesn't move or do something that means his little guard friend was about to open my head like a fish fillet. I did not want my brains splattered all over Grievous.

My arms tightened their grip around the General's thin waist. "!" I screamed.

I'm going to die! I'm going to get my head smashed open and Grievous isn't going to do anything about it but let it happen! Oh God! Force! Whatever! Help me!

Nothing happened at all. My head stayed intact.

Huh? What? What's happening?

I looked up. Grievous had one hand out. I followed its length with my eyes. It was holding back that electrastaff.

"General?" I said the same time the MagnaGuard did.

Grievous didn't address me. He spoke to Happy Staff Man though. "Harm her and I'll rip you apart myself," he said.

Uh? What did he just say? Huh? Who? What? Where?
His other arm reached down and pried my arms from his waist. He held my right arm tightly and pulled me to his right side. It hurt a lot. I wonder if he meant to hurt me. "Ow!" I squeaked.

He still ignored me. "I'll take care of her myself... later," he said.

My head was spinning. He what?! he didn't want the guard to kill me because he wanted to? What's going on?

"Yes sir," the guard said even though it was looking at me like I was a donut. A big, gooey, chocolate donut with angel cream filling... Great now I'm getting hungry.

Grievous let go of the guard's weapon and reached down to pick up his lightsabers. He stuffed them back into his cloak. Then he turned around and drug me away.

A/N

I wanted to put this chapter up next week but I got it done real early and don't have anything else to do. I hope you all liked it. I think I might have made Grievous too nice. I bet for real he wouldn't have let her talk even though she wasn't going to fight him. If I made him too nice, I'm sorry. I don't want Grievous to kill her! If he did the story would be over. Anyway in case you might be mad that she didn't fight him, don't worry. She will in a later chapter. Take care. You know what? I don't see why everyone has to make Grievous out to be a freaky looking nightmare monster! I think he looks kinda cute.. umm sexy in a cyborg sort of way... :sweatdrop: never mind. Anyway. I think they are too mean. I'm sure he does have a soft spot somewhere. Why else wouldn't he kill Shaak Ti when he killed the other Jedi? hmm..