CHAPTER 12

LOOKING

Minor note here: I kinda submitted the wrong chapter the other day. Here's the real chapter 12. Sorry about that.

Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi were given the assignment of finding me and bringing me back to Coruscant.

I wonder why they always choose those two when something important has to be done? Why can't they send a different Jedi? Like Kit Fisto or Barriss Offee? Oh yeah, I guess it's because Anakin is the 'Chosen One'. But that's really not a good enough excuse. The retards.

Since both Obi-Wan and Anakin had had their encounters with me they knew how I acted. They also had different views on me. Obi-Wan's was totally wrong.

"I think she might be working for the Separatists," Obi said.

"Why do you say that?" Anankin asked, swiveling his chair around to look at his Master.

"Just how she acts."

"Master," The Jedi Padawan said. "She isn't working for them."

"How do you know?" Obi-Wan asked.

"I can tell."

"Really?"

Anakin nodded.

"Okay," Obi-Wan said folding his arms and leaning back in his seat. "Tell me."

"I can tell by the way she acts."

"She acts like someone who spent most of her life with Wookies or Ewoks."

"Yet she knows a lot about me."

"What?"

"She knows a lot about me," Anakin said. "She even knows about my personal life."

"You're not the only one she knows a lot about," Obi-Wan commented.

"Huh?"

"Somehow she knows how you treat me."

Anakin's interest was sparked. "And how do I treat you?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

Obi Kenobi ,my personal Obi-Wan nickname, regarded Anakin for a moment. "She referred to it as 'crap'," he replied.

"Crap?" now Annie was confused. "What did she say?"

"She said; 'Too bad you're stuck with Anakin as your apprentice. You don't deserve all the crap he put you through'."

Anakin got a little mad. "What is that supposed to mean?" he demanded.

"Just how it sounds."

Anakin gritted his teeth. "I don't put you through crap!" he shouted. Then he wasn't sure. "Do I?"

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Depends on how you define 'crap'."

As it turned out even with my little mind trick Grievous was still mad at me. He didn't want to talk to me either. I could have used the Force on him again but I decided against it. That wouldn't be playing fair.

Even so, he must have been curious about me. He did ask a question. I'm not sure if he was curious or just nosy.

"So," he began pacing the room with his hands behind his back.

"Yes?" I asked looking up at him. I had been sitting in the swivel chair.

"I want to know something," he said looking at me.

"Yes?" I said again.

"How did you get on my ship anyway and why?" he asked his accent thick for some reason. I recently noticed on Revenge of The Sith that Grievous has some sort of accent. I just can't figure out what kind. Russian maybe?

"I dunno," I said shrugging. "I wanted to meet you that's all."

"Meet me? Why?"

"Because you're cool," I replied.

"Cool?"

"Yeah," I said. "You can use lightsabers to fight with, four to be exact, without use of the Force. But... I feel sorry for you."

"Feel sorry for me? Why?"

I began gesturing around the room. "You have all this stuff," I began looking around. "You have your own army and your own ship. Guards, people fear and respect you, but..."

Grievous faced me as he gave me his whole attention. "But?"
"What is the use of having all this once the war is over?" I wanted to know. "What will happen to you then?"

"What do you mean?"

"When the war is over there will be nothing left for you to do," I replied, suddenly feeling depressed at what I realized, even though he'll never see the end of the war. "What will you have to go home to? Will you even have a home? What happened to your family? Your children? Your friends and wives?" I looked at him sadly. "Was this even worth it? Why did you even agree to this? Did you hate the Jedi that much?"

Grievous held a closed in expression in his eyes. I have a feeling he never even thought about it.

I reached out and took one of his hands, which now he'd dropped to his sides. "I feel sorry for you," I said resting the metal hand against my cheek.

The General wrenched away. "Don't be," he hissed even though I sensed a hint of sadness in his voice. It must be lonely being a cyborg and living with droids. I wonder if I can set up a blind date for him.

"Please let me," I begged. "I've always been told I don't think about anyone but myself." In other words I am selfish. I stood up. "Please." I touched his arm. "Let me think about someone besides myself. Let me think about you."

Grievous gave me that look again as he seemed to think it over. I waited. Finally he said, sighing. "Do what you want. I don't care."

"Thank you," I said smiling a little.

He didn't reply. He just walked away muttering. "Crazy Jedi females." I wonder what he meant by that.

I watched him go feeling a little better about myself. I wish I could do something for him, I thought sitting down in his chair and closing my eyes so I could think better. But what can I do? What would he want me to do?

You know what? Nute Gunray, that ugly Neimoron, was so mad about me being on Grievous' ship that he whined to Count Dooku about it. Dooku took this seriously and decided to pay Grievous a visit.

I can't believe General Grievous would let a Jedi even a Jedi Padawan in the Invisible Hand and let her live! he thought as his star ship made its way to the General's cruiser (flagship?). I'm going to have to have a word with him about this.

His ship landed a few minutes later. He jumped out and headed inside the main part of the ship. He took an elevator to the area where the General's Quarters was. He met Grievous in the hall.

"General!" he yelled.

General Grievous looked up startled. His mind had been on other things (mainly what I had said to him) and he hadn't even noticed the Count coming toward him.

"Tyranus," he said surprised. "When did you get here?"

"A few minutes ago," Dooku replied.

"Um... to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Dooku could really tell the cyborg was nervous about something. "I was told by a reliable source that you have a Jedi on this ship," the Count said folding his arms.

"A Jedi?"

Dooku nodded. "A Jedi that is still alive because you didn't kill her," the snot nose went on. "A Jedi you knew was here while you conducted a Separatists meeting." Dilty, one of my many nicknames for him, shook his head. "I am terribly disappointed."

"But she-"

"She could be a Jedi spy, General," Dooku cut him off.

"She's not-"

"I want you to get rid of her!" the big mouthed Count interrupted him. "Do you understand? Force knows what Sidious will think when he finds out!"

"But-"

"No buts!" Dooku shouted. "Go in there and get rid of her!" Now how did he know where I was?

Within the General's Quarters I sensed what was going on in the hall and opened my eyes. No I wasn't meditating I was just dozing.

Dooku, I thought, my hands crossing to grip my lightsaber handles. Let's see what he's made of!
Jumping to my feet I uncrossed my arms and activated my lightsabers. I ran into the hall where Grievous and Dooku were talking.

"COUNT DOOKU!" I yelled, jumping over Grievous. I think I might have hit him in the head in the process.

I landed in front of the cyborg. I looked up at Dooku. Man alive! He is cross eyed and ugly too!. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "What do you want?" I demanded of him. "Are you trying to make Grievous do something he doesn't want to do?"

The Count put a hand over his heart. "A Jedi!" he exclaimed eying my purple clothing.

I shook my head. "Call me what you want," I snapped mad at him for some reason. I think because he wanted Grievous to kill me. "But I only came out here to see how well you fight. Or are you afraid I will kick your ass?" I am such an airhead.

Dooku's crossed eyes went even more out of whack.

Grievous coughed. He sounded embarrassed.

"Jedi do not talk that way, young lady!" he scolded me.

"Why do you care?" I demanded. "You're not even a Jedi anymore!"

"Because I-"

"Shut your face!" I interrupted him. "I didn't come out here to hear you talk about Sith and dark side crap." I went into a fighter's stance. "Okay. Get ready to rumble!"

I attacked.

A/N

I admit it. I'm nuts. You know what? When I submitted the fake chapter 12 it was an accident. I just wanted to replace Chapter 1. I had edited chapter 1 and I was putting it back on. I must not have been paying any attention. Sorry about that. Well I hope you liked this one. You know those questions she asked Grievous? I once asked them to myself. What would have happened if he hadn't died and the war had ended? Where would he have gone? Is his family still alive? I guess I'll never know. I'll just have to read other peoples fics to find out what they think would have happened. :D. Well that's about it. Thanks again for the reviews on the other chaps. They are very appreciated. Sorry for the chapter 12 mistake. I'm, just a retard.