Chapter Twelve; "The General's Past: Revenge"
Grievous was being analyzed by some of the Confederacy scientists. They looked at him as if he was a thing, a mere blaster. The cyborg hated them all. But he hated one in particular: Fank.
Fank was a Geonosian, an insectoid species native to the planet Geonosis. He treated Grievous like garbage.
"Can you stop moving so much? You are disturbing us!" – said Fank.
The General wanted to crush the damn alien, but knew that doing so would only bring trouble. Dooku respected the Geonosian because of his talent with Droids. Fank was one of the scientists responsible for turning him into a cyborg.
"I hate standing still." – said Grievous.
The other scientists were analyzing the reports from the consoles. They didn't even look at him, just at the cold numbers and data from the General's robotic brain.
"And I hate being near you. Silly cyborg! You should respect your creators!" – said the Geonosian.
Grievous growled at Fank, and the Geonosian gave a step back.
"You are alive, aren't you?" – mocked the cyborg.
Fank picked up metallic tube and turned it on. A few electric sparks appear in one of the edges of the metallic tube.
"You will respect me!" – said the Geonosian.
He hit the General several times on the head and Grievous shouted in pain. The electric sparks seemed to burn his metallic armor.
Grievous wanted to break the filthy creature's neck, but knew that Dooku wouldn't forgive him if he did. Instead of killing him, the cyborg picked up the metallic tube a broke it with his powerful grip.
The Geonosian screamed full of rage.
"This could have been your neck, Fank." – said Grievous.
The cyborg threw the remains of the metallic tube on the floor. Fank was completely mad with rage. The Geonosian demanded that the other scientists left the room.
"Go! I want to teach this aberration a lesson!" – ordered Fank.
The other scientists followed the orders. It was just him and the cyborg in the room. The Geonosian picked up a blaster from a table. It was an ion blaster that could cause great damage to mechanical being such as Droids and cyborgs.
Grievous didn't move against the Geonosian. He just stood there and watched.
"If you use that, you will certainly cause great damage on my armor and mechanical body. You will be severely punished by Count Dooku himself." – threatened the General.
The Geonosian started laughing. It wasn't a pleasant laugh.
"The Count won't know of this… I assure you! I will order the other scientists to say that it was an accident. An accident, do you hear me?" – said Fank. - "I am sick of you! I am sick of looking at you! You are an aberration! A vomit that should have been cleaned up a long time ago! I am just doing the Universe a favor by doing this!"
Grievous shrugged.
"Are you going to spit more nonsense or are you going to shoot?" – asked the cyborg.
Fank stopped laughing and shot at a console, which exploded. Flames erupted from the destroyed console.
"Oh, I am going to shoot, don't you worry about that! I am sick of this! All of this!" – shouted the Geonosian.
Grievous wasn't afraid. He could kill the wretched creature any time he wanted. But he was nevertheless worried about the ion blaster; a shot from that blaster could cause many damage to the mechanical parts of the cyborg.
"Bring it on, worm!" – said the General, putting his hands inside his cloak.
The door opened and a figure entered the room.
"San Hill?" – said Fank, putting the ion blaster down.
San Hill looked at the Geonosian and then at Grievous.
"I take it that you two gentlemen don't like each other?" – asked the Confederacy leader.
Fank looked at Grievous and winked at him. Then he looked at San Hill and gave him the ion blaster, which the Confederacy leader accepted.
"Oh, sir! It was awful! The damn cyborg went berserk! I had to teach him a lesson! Please!" – lied the Geonosian.
Grievous was impressed at the creature's skill to lie. He wanted to kill him more than ever, but he was still impressed.
San Hill looked at Fank and shrugged.
"I simple don't care. Sorry!" – said San Hill.
The Geonosian showed a confused look at the Confederacy leader.
"But…" – said Fank, but San Hill gestured him to shut up.
San Hill was a deadly business man. He seemed a bit shy at first, but only fools didn't notice his deadly instinct. Few could match his cold way of thinking, when making a negotiation. He just saw numbers and Republic credits. The rest was merely there to distract him. And he didn't like to be distracted.
He looked at the General and showed him a control remote that he had on his hand. Grievous looked at San Hill and then at the control remote.
"What is it?" – asked Grievous.
San Hill showed him a smile.
"The Count is starting to give us a few problems. And I am being nice when I say a few. He seems to be forgetting that we are a team. I don't like people that play against the team. In fact… The other leaders of the Confederacy don't like that kind of people either." – said San Hill.
The General's yellow reptilian eyes blinked.
"But… Why are you telling me this? I am the Count's protector! I have to kill you now! You are speaking about treason!" – stated Grievous.
San Hill kept smiling. And that troubled Grievous… Normally people didn't smile, when he said that he was going to kill them.
"I am not telling you this! I am in fact not talking to you at all." – said San Hill.
Grievous looked at Fank.
"Are you talking to him, then? In my presence? You must be mad!" – said the General.
San Hill showed him the control remote again.
"No! That slime isn't even worth of my attention!" – said San Hill.
Fank looked at San Hill and growled.
"Hey!" – said the Geonosian, but no one paid attention to him.
The cyborg started to walk towards San Hill.
"Who are you talking to, then? Ghosts?" – mocked Grievous.
"Why… Yes. I think I am." – said San Hill.
The General grabbed San Hill's neck and started to tighten his grip.
"Then, I will not trouble you any further! I will take you to them!" – mocked the cyborg.
San Hill showed a look of pain, but kept smiling. He pressed some buttons on the control remote that seemed to make Grievous completely paralyzed.
"What is the meaning of this?" – demanded Grievous.
"I don't need you anymore, General. I need someone else. I need Qymaen jai Sheelal." – said San Hill. – "I need him now. Say goodbye, General."
Grievous tried to move, to kill the wretched alien, but he couldn't. He was completely paralysed.
"Damn you!" – said the cyborg.
San Hill pressed a few more buttons and Grievous let him go.
"No, General. Damn you!" – mocked San Hill.
San Hill just saw numbers and Republic credits. The rest was merely there to distract him. And he didn't like to be distracted.
He pressed a few more buttons and Grievous seemed to shut down. His eyes closed and his mechanical body seemed to cease activity. Grievous was dead.
The cyborg´s yellow reptilian eyes opened.
Qymaen jai Sheelal was alive.
He had taken over his body. He started to move his arms and legs, an action that he hadn't done in years. He could control his body, again.
His yellow reptilian eyes reflected the purest of hates and rages.
And there was one thing that a tormented soul could not do… And that is to forget.
He could kill his enemies. He could kill Dooku.
He could finally have his revenge.
"You!" – said Qymaen jai Sheelal.
San Hill looked at the cyborg and then at control remote in his hand.
"Be smart, my friend! Please! Don't make me use this!" – warned San Hill.
The cyborg looked at the remote control and nodded.
"Very well! I will not lose my only chance of killing the Count. What do you want?" – asked the cyborg.
"I want you to kill the Count. That is all!" – said San Hill. – "We are sick of his egotistical behavior! Only you can destroy him! He was once a Jedi and you are a Jedi Killer. Do your job! Do it and you will be free!"
Qymaen jai Sheelal gave him a doubtful look.
"And the control remote?" – asked the cyborg.
"I won't use it! I give you my word. Just do your job. Have your revenge. Murder the Count! Make him pay for years of suffering and pain! Make him pay for your grief!" – said San Hill.
Qymaen jai Sheelal looked at the alien and nodded. He wanted revenge more than anything. He wanted revenge!
Father!
The cyborg trembled a bit. He could still hear his son… Even after all those years. He could hear him like he was standing next to him! He could also hear his family cries of pain. But that word… It pained him more than anything.
San Hill gave the ion blaster to the cyborg and smiled.
"Have fun, my friend. Why don't you start with this slime?" – suggested San Hill.
Fank was still there. He had been too curious to walk away, because he wanted to know what the hell was going on. And curiosity could be deadly sometimes.
The Geonosian tried to run away, but the cyborg appeared right in front of him.
"No! Wait! I was being mean to Grievous, not you! Please!" – begged the Geonosian.
The cyborg grabbed the creature by its neck and pointed the ion blaster towards its head. Fank started crying and begging for his life.
"I won't kill you!" – said the cyborg.
Fank seemed to stop crying and showed the cyborg a smile.
"The ion blaster will." – stated the cyborg.
Qymaen jai Sheelal shot the pathetic creature's head several times. Blood kept hitting his armor, but he didn't mind. He just kept shooting, until he felt bored. When he stopped shooting, he threw the creature against the wall.
Blood was everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on the consoles, on his armor, on his face, on his cloak…
San Hill applauded the cyborg´s murder.
"Not bad! Not bad! Is this what you are going to do to Dooku?" – asked San Hill.
The cyborg looked at the Confederacy leader and shrugged.
Father.
"I won't be as nice to him." – said the cyborg.
San Hill nodded and left the room. The cyborg went to a console and pressed a few buttons. Dooku appeared via hologram.
"Yes, General? What the… Is that blood?" – asked the Count.
And there he was. The man that had ruined his life. The man that had turned him into a slave and murderer.
Father.
The man that had ordered him to kill his family.
The cyborg´s fists tightened. It was time to end this. This entire charade. It was time for his revenge.
"I am coming to kill you, Count." – said the cyborg.
Dooku showed him a confused look.
"What the… You are not Grievous!" – said the Count.
The cyborg nodded and cleaned his face with his cloak.
"Very good, Count. Or should I call you Tyranus?" – asked the cyborg.
"Qymaen jai Sheelal!" – said Dooku.
"We have much to talk about, Count. I hope that I am not disturbing?" – mocked the cyborg.
Dooku nodded.
"Do come. I agree, we have much to talk about." – said the Count.
The cyborg turned off the hologram. And so his revenge had begun.
Two Battle Droids entered the room and pointed their blaster at the cyborg.
"We have orders to shoot! Surrender!" - said one of the Battle Droids.
"Roger! Roger!" – said the other one.
The cyborg looked at them for some time and then jumped against them. His weight destroyed the Battle Droids. The cyborg grabbed the two blasters and left the room.
Hundreds of Battle Droids were waiting for him.
"Shoot to kill!" – ordered one of the Battle Droids.
The Battle Droids started shooting at the cyborg, but his armor deflected the blaster shots.
"Fools!" – said the cyborg.
He pointed his two blasters and started shooting back. Several Battle Droids felled to the ground, but there were still many shooting at him.
The cyborg started dodging the blaster shots, and jumped to the ceiling. His clawed feet grabbed the ceiling. He continued shooting against the Battle Droids upside-down.
Super Battle Droids appeared out of nowhere, and started shooting at the cyborg. But the cyborg was too quick and was able to dodge the blaster shots.
The cyborg threw his two blasters against two Battle Droids that were decapitated by the powerful blow.
Moving with incredible speed, the cyborg fell on the ground and attacked the Super Battle Droids. He kicked one of the Super Battle Droids, and the broke the arm of another. The cyborg picked one of the Super Battle Droids up and threw it against several Battle Droids.
"Kill him!" – shouted one of the Super Battle Droids.
Father.
The cyborg grabbed the Super Battle Droid's face and crushed it.
They will suffer, though Qymaen jai Sheelal.
His cloak was full of holes from the blasters shots, but his armor was still intact. And so was his thirst for revenge.
The cyborg picked one blaster from the ground and started shooting at everything that moved.
"You shall all suffer!" – shouted the cyborg.
One of the Super Battle Droids punched the cyborg, but he barely moved. The cyborg then punched the Super Battle Droid back, and its head exploded.
Father.
"All of you…" – repeated the cyborg.
…
Qymaen jai Sheelal had destroyed all the Droids that had dared to cross his path. He only thought about revenge.
Father.
He had finally reached the door to the Count's meeting room. But the door was guarded by six MagnaGuards. They were merciless killers, the General's bodyguards.
"Surrender or die." – said one of the MagnaGuards.
The cyborg laughed.
"Really? I am luckier than you, then!" – said the cyborg.
The MagnaGuard looked confused and said: "Why?"
"I am going to offer death as your only choice." – stated the cyborg.
The cyborg attacked the MagnaGuards with his fists, but the Droids were too quick and dodged his attacks. They started hitting him with their electrostaffs. They attacked his head, his right leg, his torso, his neck… But the cyborg didn't slow down. Ever!
Father.
The cyborg grabbed one of the electrostaffs and pushed it towards him. The MagnaGuard followed it and was decapitated by the cyborg´s punch.
Qymaen jai Sheelal attacked the MagnaGuards with his electrostaff, but they seemed to dodge and deflect his blows. One of the MagnaGuard was able to disarm the cyborg with a terrible blow against the cyborg´s hand, but the cyborg kick the Droid's head in return. The Droid's head flew against the wall.
Two down, four Droids to go. The cyborg picked up two electrostaffs and started using them against the Droids, but the MagnaGuards were able to dodge the blows and tried to attack the cyborg with everything they had.
Electrostaff hit another electrostaff, again and again. The cyborg was able to grab a leg from a MagnaGuard with one of his clawed feet and pulled it off. Before the Droid could react to the damage, the cyborg stabbed the MagnaGuard with one of his electrostaffs.
The cyborg kicked the stunned Droid and it flew against the wall and exploded. Droid parts fell on the ground and the sound of the explosion echoed in the walls.
Father.
Qymaen jai Sheelal looked at his three adversaries and shrugged. He threw his electrostaff on the ground. The MagnaGuards lowered their weapons. One of them asked: "Does this mean that you surrender?"
The cyborg picked up two lightsabers from under his cloak and turned them on. One had a blue blade and the other one had a green blade.
"Think again!" - said the cyborg.
Qymaen jai Sheelal didn´t know how to use a lightsaber, but Grievous knew how to use one. Grievous had been able to use his military knowledge and experience, when he had been in control of the mechanical body. Qymaen jai Sheelal therefore could use the General's experience with lightsabers. He was now in control of the mechanical body.
The cyborg´s attacks were quick and precise, cutting some of the Droids arms and legs off. He was full of rage! He wanted revenge!
He cut one of the MagnaGuard´s head off, and kicked another one of the Droids so hard that his clawed foot made a hole in its belly.
One more Droid to destroy. The MagnaGuard had lost one of his arms, but it still wanted to fight the cyborg.
So be it, thought Qymaen jai Sheelal.
The cyborg turned off his lightsabers and started to walk towards the Droid. The MagnaGuard attacked with its electrostaff, but the cyborg dodged and kicked the Droid's head. The Droid fell on the floor. He was still activated, trembling and trying to get up.
Qymaen jai Sheelal crushed the Droid's head with one of his clawed feet.
It was almost over… Almost…
Father.
The cyborg entered the meeting room. The Count wasn't there. Of course, Dooku hated the thought of destroying anything in his precious meeting room. He must be waiting for him in the training room.
So be it.
The cyborg guarded his lightsabers in his cloak. He wanted to teach the Count something before killing him. Qymaen jai Sheelal looked at a collection of vases that were on the meeting room and grabbed one. These vases had belonged to Dooku´s family for various generations. They were one of the Count's most beloved possessions.
They were like his children.
…
"Ah! So this is it? The big climax? Revenge can be very rewarding." – said the Count.
Qymaen jai Sheelal entered the training room. How he wanted to kill the Count, how he desired his death.
"This ends now, Count." – said the cyborg. – "But first, I would like to teach you a lesson."
Dooku looked confused.
"You taught me so much! I think I owe you this." – said the cyborg.
Father.
I definitely owe you this, thought Qymaen jai Sheelal.
The cyborg revealed to the Count the vase that he was holding. Dooku showed a surprised look.
"What? What are you doing with my vase! You filthy creature!" – shouted the Count.
Qymaen jai Sheelal looked at the Count and gestured him to shut up and said: "Watch."
He let the vase fall on the ground. It broke into hundreds of pieces, while Dooku screamed of rage.
"Damn you! Damn you!" – said Dooku.
The cyborg shrugged and stated: "Funny how you care more about objects than the lives of innocents. Innocents such as my family. You view living being as things and things as living beings. And you dare judge me? You consider me an aberration? You are the aberration, Count! You and your Sith Master are the real abominations!"
Dooku looked at the broken vase and then at the cyborg. His eyes reflected hate and murder. The Count picked up his lightsaber and turned it on. A red blade appeared. Its glow made the Count's face darker.
"I was only going to kill you, creature! Now I am going to make your remaining life a living hell!" – threatened the Count.
This wasn't Dooku´s voice. It was darker, full of cruelty and evil. It was Darth Tyranus voice.
Qymaen jai Sheelal knew that this was it. This was the moment that he was waiting for. It was time for avenge his family and his kin. It was time for his revenge!
The cyborg´s arms split in two, resulting in an array of four limbs. He picked up four lightsabers and turned them on. Blue and green blades appeared.
But Darth Tyranus wasn't impressed, because he was full of hate and rage.
"Time to die!" – said Darth Tyranus.
Father.
"No, Count. Time for revenge!" – said Qymaen jai Sheelal.
And so it began.
Darth Tyranus attacked the cyborg with two quick stabs, but the cyborg´s four lightsabers deflected the blows. Qymaen jai Sheelal attacked with various powerful blows, but the Sith Lord dodged them all.
The two adversaries were being fuelled by hate and the thirst for revenge.
The cyborg was able to kick Darth Tyranus on the belly and the Sith Lord flew against the wall. But before Qymaen jai Sheelal could attack, Darth Tyranus was already up and ready to defend any blows.
"I am perfect, you damn creature! I am a Sith Lord! Feel my anger!" – shouted Darth Tyranus.
The Sith Lord started using the Force to push the cyborg against the wall, but Qymaen jai Sheelal was able to resist the powerful attack.
"You will have to better than that, Sith Lord!" – mocked Qymaen jai Sheelal.
Darth Tyranus jumped and kicked the cyborg´s head, then using his momentum he started stabbing the cyborg´s legs, but Qymaen jai Sheelal dodged the blows.
Qymaen jai Sheelal was able to punch the Sith Lord, but Darth Tyranus continued his attacks. The Sith Lord's face was bleeding terribly, but he didn't seem to notice it. The rage was fueling him. The Dark side was fueling him.
The sound of lightsaber deflecting lightsaber echoed in the training room. Darth Tyranus used the Force, in order to punch the cyborg´s face and then tried to stab the cyborg´s torso, but missed. The cyborg dodged the deadly blow, and the red blade sliced only his cloak.
"Stand still!" – demanded Darth Tyranus.
The cyborg started whirling his four lightsabers, trying to cut the Sith Lord in half. But Darth Tyranus didn't back off, he simply kept on advancing towards the cyborg and dodging the powerful attacks.
Qymaen jai Sheelal had to jump to the ceiling, his clawed feet grabbing it, and started fighting upside-down with the Sith Lord. He attacked Darth Tyranus with various powerful attacks, trying to cut the Sith Lord's head off.
Darth Tyranus was able to deflect the blows, but had to step back.
"I have lost my patience." – shouted the Sith Lord.
Darth Tyranus pointed his hand towards the cyborg and lightning started coming off his fingers. The lightning hit the cyborg and made him fall on the ground.
"Now… You will taste the true power of the Dark Side!" – said Darth Tyranus.
More Sith Lightening started hitting the cyborg, and Qymaen jai Sheelal began to feel the pain and grief. The lightning was burning his metallic armor and his organic body. The pain was so powerful, that the cyborg started trembling. He let go of his four lightsabers and tried to stand up, but failed. His pain was too much.
"You never stood a chance! I am a Sith Lord! I am perfect!" – mocked Darth Tyranus.
The cyborg´s screams of pain echoed in the training room. The lightning was burning him more than ever.
"And now… You will die!" – stated Darth Tyranus.
Qymaen jai Sheelal couldn't move. He was in so much pain. He had lost, failed his family and kin.
Father.
Failed his revenge on the man that had turned him into a murderer.
Father.
Failed his revenge on the man that had made him kill his family.
Father.
Qymaen jai Sheelal could see his family. All of them. They were just in front of him. Smiling and giving him a warm smile. They were all alive and happy. The cyborg looked at one of his sons and recognised him immediately. It was the little Kaleesh that had know his father, even with this repulsive and intimidating new body.
The little Kaleesh started walking towards the cyborg and then hugged him.
"Father!" – said the little Kaleesh.
Qymaen jai Sheelal started crying and hugged the little Kaleesh back. When he looked back at the little Kaleesh, the cyborg started screaming in pain. The little Kaleesh was dead. His entire family was dead. They were all dead! And the murderer was right in front of him. It was him. He had murderer his loved ones. With his bare hands…
"Pathetic!" – said Grievous.
"No!" – shouted Qymaen jai Sheelal.
Grievous was full of blood. He had killed all of them, without showing any sign of mercy. Their deaths hadn't been quick or painless. Grievous looked at Qymaen jai Sheelal and started laughing.
"Father!" – mocked Grievous.
Qymaen jai Sheelal´s eyes reflected pure pain. The images of his dead family and that terrible creature simple vanished. He was back in the training room, with the Sith Lord. Darth Tyranus kept launching lightning against him.
"Why won't you die?" – shouted Darth Tyranus.
Qymaen jai Sheelal couldn't feel the lightening anymore. The Sith Lightning's pain was miserable compared to the pain that he had just experienced. The death of his family… The cyborg was able to stand up and started moving towards the Sith Lord that continued to launch lightening against him.
"This isn't possible! You should be dead by now!" – said Darth Tyranus.
The cyborg grabbed the Sith Lord's arms and started to tighten his grip. Darth Tyranus screamed of pain and had to let go of his lightsaber.
"You fool! I have lived my life full of pain and grief since I met you! You can't use pain against me! I am pain! I am grief! And you will experience it very shortly!" – shouted Qymaen jai Sheelal.
The cyborg threw the Sith Lord against the wall. The battle was over. Darth Tyranus could barely move and had his face full of blood.
"I… won't… surrender…" – said the Sith Lord.
Qymaen jai Sheelal picked up the Count's lightsaber and turned it on. The red blade's glow added a darker look to the cyborg´s face.
"I would never ask you to do that, Count!" – said the cyborg. – "Because I want to kill you… Make you suffer for what you did to me and my family!"
Dooku was able to stand up. He was weak and had probably broken some bones, but he still had the strength to look like a noble and aristocrat.
"Killing me won't bring your family back." – said the Count.
The cyborg´s yellow reptilian eyes blinked and he said: "No. But it will end your pathetic existence and put a stop to your reign of cruelty! I will teach you the true meaning of pain and grief, Count!"
He had the Count right were he wanted him. This would end now. He pointed the lightsaber towards the Count.
But before he could attack, the door to the training room opened. It was San Hill.
"Ah! Impressive! Don't you think so, Count?" – said San Hill.
The cyborg showed a confused look.
"What are you doing in here?" – asked the cyborg.
But San Hill didn't listen to him and started moving towards the Count.
"I told you that he was strong! That he was powerful! But you had to distrust me and the reports I gave you." – said San Hill to Dooku.
The Count didn't even move or try to talk back. He just stood there and listened to the alien.
"I said… What are you doing in here? I am about to complete my revenge. Why are you here?" – demanded the cyborg.
This time, San Hill looked at him. He was right next to Dooku, and both showed him a smile.
"I am afraid that all of this was another test." – explained San Hill.
The cyborg looked puzzled.
"What?" – asked Qymaen jai Sheelal.
"I wanted to test you, my friend. I confess that I underestimated you." – said the Count. – "I wanted to make sure that you were the right man for the job."
"What are you talking about?" – asked the cyborg.
"We knew that you were still alive, Qymaen jai Sheelal. We did that on purpose. Grievous needed you in order to use your military experience." – explained San Hill.
"You really didn't think that we would have missed that? That we didn't know that you were still alive?" – mocked Dooku.
The cyborg´s lightsaber fell on the ground.
"What?" – said the cyborg.
"We wanted to test the cyborg, my friend. But we knew that Grievous wouldn't dare fight against me with all of his power and strength. It is in his programming. He can't kill me!" – explained the Count. – "So we had to use you, in order to test your mechanical body. And it was a success!"
San Hill nodded and said: "Yes! Quite impressive!"
Qymaen jai Sheelal studied the two Confederacy leaders and gave a step back.
"What will happen to me?" – asked the cyborg.
"You aren't needed anymore. But Grievous is." – explained Dooku.
San Hill picked up the control remote and showed it to the cyborg.
The cyborg gave him a look full of hatred and said: "You gave me your word that you wouldn't use it!"
"Indeed. I won't use it!" – said San Hill. – "Here you go, Count."
The alien gave the remote control to Dooku, and the Sith Lord smiled at the cyborg.
"No! No! No!" – shouted the cyborg. – "This can not be! I was going to avenge my family! No! I was going to be free!"
Dooku stopped smiling and said: "You shall never be free! You will trapped in that mechanical body forever! It will be your prison! You shall never find true peace, living forever in constant pain!"
Qymaen jai Sheelal tried to punch the Count, but it was too late. Dooku pressed a few buttons on the remote control and the cyborg stopped his attack.
"How is it like to know that your entire future will be full of pain and grief? How is it like to know that you will never reach true peace? That you will never see your pathetic family again?" – mocked the Count.
Qymaen jai Sheelal began to cry.
"Good." – said Dooku.
The Count pressed a few more buttons and Qymaen jai Sheelal seemed to shut down. His eyes closed and his mechanical body seemed to cease activity. Qymaen jai Sheelal was dead.
The cyborg´s yellow reptilian eyes opened.
Grievous was alive.