Ch. 4

It wasn't excellent, but it was better than Mustafar. The frozen air chewed at his synthetic organs sacs, chilling him to the metaphorical bone. He, of course, had no bones. Only a plasteel body and limbs. However, this body and limbs was destroying the remains of a construction project. He sliced through the support beams like butter with his lightsabers flashing in the cold night. The clone defenses weren't even a problem. They weren't even a threat. Or a nuisance. Their AT-TE walkers were bulky and easy to outmaneuver. All he had to do was eviscerate the underside the vehicle, and the entire weapon would be a pile of metal. It would cave in, killing the troops inside in the process. The facility lay in ruins, with the remains of the droid army checking for survivors on both sides. The victors didn't have to worry about the chill of Hoth's subzero night, they chose this time. The human bodies of the clone troopers would be at a disadvantage to droid physical superiority. Droids didn't have to worry about it being to hot or cold, that's why they were perfect for this invasion and construction on Mustafar, which Grievous just got done with. He wrecked the last standing wall, and then left for his ship. He wasn't putting up with this planet anymore.

Grievous reconciled on the battle a few weeks ago as he walked down the halls of the Techno Union Headquarters. Kala the "Fearless" made her last stand in the catacombs below him now, and he patted her lightsaber in his cloak as he thought of her downfall. 'If that's all the Jedi have, then this war's already over.' The general walked through the double doors, with Archduke Poggle the Lesser there to greet him. "Greetings, Archduke."

Yes, General. Greetings. The elderly Geonosian walked with him down the hall ways as they talked. We have completed your orders, General. They were built to your exact specifications. The doors creaked open, revealing a line of droids. They seemed to be deactivated. All 8 of them are fully functional and ready for battle. Grievous walked over to them.

"They won't see a lot of battle. They are my bodyguards." He walked around one of them. "This one's different."

That is Magna-000, the lead guard. It is the most efficient and battle-ready out of them all. If they should fail, which they won't, 000 will exterminate them without fail. Poggle reassured the General.

"And these?" Grievous lifted a staff from one of the guard's plasteel grip.

Those are the 'electrostaffs'. They were specially created based on a Kalee spear design. They are the most efficient and useful weapons to your 'Magnaguards'. They create an electric field on the ends, are able to repel a lightsaber attack, which you may be needing after the last battle, and are built for speed. The drones also have another ability. Poggle put his hand out, to which Grievous hesitantly handed over one of the lightsabers. Drone Magna-007, activate. The guard hummed to life, it's piercing red eyes glowing. Poggle swung the blade at it, decapitating it from the head.

"You've already destroyed one?" Grievous took the weapon and pointed it at the Archduke.

Magna-007, defend! The headless guard jumped between them, knocking the lightsaber back to protect Poggle, electrostaff humming.

"Impressive." Grievous struck at the guard, only to be countered every time. The final time, the guard struck back, putting a small dent in the General's armor. "Most impressive." He ignited his other saber, then unleashed an amazing flurry of attacks, every time stopped and effectively countered, then the droid was ready for the next. He stopped and put the weapons away. "Magna-007, deactivate." The guard went limp, dropping its staff.

It is programmed only to respond to you, me, and Count Dooku. Any other voice will be rejected and the user effectively destroyed. Grievous tipped the headless droid back, so it fell on the floor.

"I'll take the other seven." He smashed the chest plate of the fallen guard. "A broken defender is useless to me."