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Master

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'So this is it.'

I was standing on the edge of an overhead in a trench complex in Pau City. After hearing of the location of the Separtists leaders' whereabouts, the Council sent me to investigate. Given the warning I received from one of the locals, it was a good bet that they were here. My dragonmount, Boga, stood behind me as I gazed down at the setting below. There, all the members of the Trade Federation were assembled together in discussion. But my primary concern was the creature marching back and forth between them.

General Grievous…

The droid commander of the Separatist army; Grievous is the most feared creature of the Clone Wars. He slew millions without mercy, subjugated thousands of system worlds through force of brutality and reveled in his victories by destroying more. And yet, I felt no fear, no apprehension, not even the usual uncertainty I felt at times.

I was calm; the Force was with me…

I stoked my beard in thought as to how I would do this. In the end, I simply decided that the simplest approach would be best. Yeah, right. I could just imagine Anakin's face at this idea. Which made me worry all the more about him. I could tell that he was stressed. With everything that had been going on, the war, his frustration with the Council, and the friction between them and Palpatine with him in the middle, I could understand why. But I was confident in his abilities, his strength of spirit. And if he truly was the Chosen One, he would be the one that will save us all. I'm getting ahead of myself. First thing's first. I removed my robe and unhooked my lightsaber. Then I leaped down and landed right as Grievous was walking away.

"Hello there."

Grievous instantly wheeled around. "General Kenobi." he cackled. I didn't have to look to see the forces of droids move in, surrounding me, all the while their commander continued to laugh. I guess it did seem a little silly. After all, I was alone against dozens of battle droids.

"You are a bold one." he continued. Waving his arm, he sent a group of droids at me. "Kill him."

The driod activated the electro-staffs and I backed away in stance. These particular droids were built to fight Jedi as Anakin and I had discovered already. But this time, I would be ready for them. As they continued to approach, I lowered out of stance and pointed upward. With the Force, I bent in a metal grinder above, sending the huge metal object down upon them and squashing them flat. As I re-approached Grievous, I saw one had managed to escape total destruction. With a simple wave of my lightsaber, I sliced its head off and it fell still.

'Four down. More to go.'

The other driods began to lift their weapons, but I paid them no mind. There was only one I had to deal with.

"Back away." Grievous barked as I stood in front of him. "I will deal with this Jedi slime myself."

"Your move."

"You fool. I've been trained in your Jedi arts by Count Dooku." Grievous then removed his cloak, revealing his full mechanical body. He then raised his arms and then split each of them, revealing four arms, with each hand bearing a lightsaber. All four were ignited and he whirled them all in attack posture.

"Attack, Kenobi."

I whirled back in stance as he came. He used his higher arms and whirled them around rapidly, causing the lightsabers to spin and scorch up the ground below as he came at me. I backed away, a little unsteady at first, but I held firm against it. This would take some incredible timing if I wished to live. But instead, I relinquished that wish. Relinquished everything, save for one thing. My connection with the Force…

Grievous was just something for it to pass through…

With a simple inward stab, I stopped his rapid assault and forced him into a holding position. But Grievous quickly broke away and stabbed in. I deflected the attack and Grievous came in again. But before it reached, I flipped around him, but he turned around and continued the assault. With four arms, with a lightsaber in each hand and with the skills of Sith Lord, Grievous was truly a fearsome force. So I opted the solve two of those problems.

Skkk!

I didn't even see it myself, but my lightsaber snapped through his assault and severed his hand. Grievous looked and I believe surprise flashed in his eyes. With a growl, he came at me again, and again I deflected his assaults until another opening presented itself and another hand was severed. Rage flared in the mechanical general and he struck at me. I raised my saber to block and we stood in place. I got the feeling that he has never fought an opponent like me. At least, not since Master Windu… But this time, he will not escape.

Blaster fire soon erupted in the air and I looked over to see the clone troops descend in the hanger. Droids scattered and instantly fired back, but they were caught by surprise and many of them were destroyed. Grievous turned for a moment to look at this turn of events and then glared at me with those serpentine eyes of his.

"Army or not, you must realize you are doomed."

"Oh, I don't think so." I retorted. Releasing one of my hands, I arched back and shot forward with a Force push, sending the general spiraling into the walls and falling down to another level. But like a spider, he caught himself and landed safely. I leaped down in pursuit, but he seemed to no longer be interested in fighting and scampered away into a blade-wheeler vehicle. The platform it was on rotated and soon, Grievous was barreling right at me.

Uh, oh…

I turned and instinctively ran, but Grievous continued to approach and I jumped off to the side. Grievous continued onward, hitting a few clones as he did. Probably to an emergency escape he has set up. I let out a whistle, calling my dragonmount to me. She came rushing through the battle and beside me. I wasted no time in hopping on and snapping the reins.

"Hyah!"

With a yelp, Boga dashed off after the escaping general, who rolled right off the side of the complex. 'Oh, I have a really bad feeling about this…' My dragonmount bounded off in pursuit, jumping down the side of the complex and sliding after Grievous. But the impact of the jump shook me and I wound up dropping my lightsaber. 'Great. And here I'm always telling Anakin not to loose his.' Again, my thoughts drifted to my friend and I found myself wishing he were there beside me, grinning in his usual manner.

But again, we all had our parts to play…

Continuing after Grievous, I followed him into lower sector of the complex. Blaster fire was everywhere around me as I began to catch up to Grievous, moving up right beside him. I saw him reach in the back and grab an electro-staff. Switching it on, he jabbed it at me repeatedly. I had to shift my body around in avoidance until I was able to grab the staff itself and pull it away. Whirling it around, I struck the front, disrupting the mechanism. Pulling back, I struck at Grievous, hitting him directly. With a growl, Grievous grabbed the staff and pulled it back, retaking it. But he took me along with it and soon I was riding with him on his back.

Well, this is a development…

I struggle to hold on while he wrestled to throw me off. I saw him reach for a blaster and he reared it back to fire at me. I ducked my head to the side and the blast missed, but this caused him to lose control of the vehicle and we were thrown off. Rolling over for a bit, I quickly rose up and grabbed the fallen electro-staff just as Grievous regained his blaster and fired. But I dodged aside and attacked, slapping the blaster out of his grip. With another blow, I knocked Grievous down to the floor and then stabbed him afterward. His body rattled from the surge and for a moment, I thought I had him. But then he lifted his metal foot and kicked me away.

I arose again, a bit groggily this time, but not in time to stop myself from being propelled into the nearby shuttlecraft after being slapped by Grievous. I wasn't even able to recover before the machine general was on me again, grabbing my tunic and lifting me up along the side of the ship. I found myself again dodging an incoming blow, which pounded heavily into the ship. With a now-open space, it reached for the general himself, grabbing and pulling away at his lower armor. The metal bent out and his organs were revealed underneath. I heard a gasp escape from Grievous just before I was slapped away again. I moved to get up, but he didn't allow it and kicked me back down. Instinctively, I rolled away, which was just before his metal foot stomped down. In return, I snapped my leg up and kicked him.

Not a bright idea…

"Aaah!"

Grievous laughed as he grabbed me and literally hurled me through the air. My body rolled and fell off the side. I managed to grab the edge to prevent myself from falling all the way down into the pit, but now I was at his mercy as he grabbed the fallen electo-staff and charged at me.

This looks familiar…

With the Force, I reached for the fallen blaster and pulled it toward me. Meanwhile Grievous was upon me and he raised the staff overhead to stab at me. The blaster finally reached my hand I I quickly lifted it up and fired, hitting him dead on in the exposed area and igniting his body into flame.

"Guuaaahhh!"

I continued to fire, hitting him each time and setting him more on fire until he backed away and with a loud moan, his head exploded and he collapsed. I finally managed to pull myself up and strode over to him. As I did, I looked at the weapon that had felled him and felt a bit…

"So uncivilized."

Yet, it was done. General Grievous was no more. And without him and Count Dooku controlling the Seperatists, the war was essentially over. Now peace could return to the Republic after so long.

So then…why did I feel this sense of dread come over me?