Chapter Three; "Meeting with Dooku: General Grievous"
Grievous wasn't an ordinary creature, Dooku thought. He could be viewed as the perfect killer. The perfect henchman to do the dirty jobs.
But he was also an aberration. Grievous was a cyborg, a fusion of flesh and metal.
Instead of skin, Grievous had a suit, built of Durasteel and armorplast-plated Duranium. That alone made him a very tough opponent. Each human-sized hand had six fingers.
But what repulsed Dooku the most was Grievous' living matter that was encased within his precision-engineered artificial body. It was so barbaric. So uncivilized.
Grievous was quite a character. He hunted Jedi as if they were mere insects, and kept their lightsabers as some kind of trophy. He kept his favourite lightsabers within his cloak.
Oh, yes! Grievous wields those lightsabers. A blasphemy, really! According to the general principles that give the damn Universe some kind of sense, only Jedi should wield those elegant weapons. Grievous spits at those principles and uses the lightsabers, nonetheless. And he was quite good… That was what troubled the Count.
"So nice to see you, General! Do come in and make yourself comfortable!" – said Dooku.
"Thank you, Lord Tyranus!" – said the General.
Ah! And his accented suggested that he wasn't quite used to speak Galactic Basic, yet.
Dooku picked up a glass of wine that he had on the table. He enjoyed drinking wine very much. Somehow it reminded him that he was of noble blood, therefore a superior being.
"So? Having a nice day, General?" – asked Dooku.
It was important to be civil and polite. He was a gentleman after all.
Grievous nodded.
"The weather is indeed fine today, huh?" – asked the Count.
"Is there a point in this conversation, Lord Tyranus?" – asked Grievous bluntly.
Damn that creature! That's the reward you get for trying to be civil to a barbarian.
"Do you enjoy mocking the Confederacy, General?" – asked Dooku.
Grievous looked intrigued.
"Why do you ask, Lord Tyranus?" – asked Grievous.
Dooku picked up a report that was near the glass of wine.
"Nute Gunray… Do you remember him, General?" – asked the Count.
Grievous showed the Count an angry look. Of course he did! The Neimoidian had dared to treat him as if he was a mere Droid. And that had offended Grievous.
"That slug? What about him, Lord Tyranus?" – asked the General.
Dooku seemed to be savoring the moment. How he loved these silly intrigues!
"That slug… I am sorry… That respectful member of the Confederacy made a complaint about your recent… failure!" – said Dooku.
Grievous seemed to be digesting the Count's words. His yellow reptilian eyes blinked a few times.
"Failure?" – shouted the General.
Oh! This is going to be so enjoyable, thought Dooku.