The pilot of San Hill's shuttle landed on Scipio, an ice-covered planet that was the home of Hill's species; the Muun. Grievous quickly left the transportation upon landing on a bay at the bottom of a mountainous area of the planet. Grievous recalled his instructions of reuniting with his own shuttle which he named the Martyr. He would retrieve it from a nearby workshop within the village that resided on the mountains.

"Leave," he ordered the pilot. "I shall retrieve my shuttle alone."

The pilot nodded before taking off to return to Count Dooku and San Hill who were still aboard Dooku's Solar Sailer. Grievous now found himself alone on an unfamiliar planet. He was still unused to the feeling of his new body as he moved, taking heavier steps due to the added weight caused by his cybernetics. There were puddles of ice before the upward slope leading into the first part of the mountains with civilization. Grievous cautiously stepped on the ice, concerned that he'd slip due to his unnatural form. He was surprised to find out the added grip of his curved metallic toes that were similar to claws as they broke into the ice and kept a firm grip around the slippery material.

Grievous passed the icy surface and gazed up at the mountains before him. At the highest point of the nearby range of mountains was a large and notable settlement that served as the headquarters of the InterGalactic Banking Clan. The headquarters were a giant cylinder in the centre of a large area held up by thick tubes that went down and were impaled into large chunks of the mountains it shadowed over. The mist obscured Grievous' view of it quite a bit, however, he was able to make out the sheer size of the settlement regardless. His destination was not at this settlement for the workshop was on one of the mountains below. Being near this village, San Hill made sure to become acquainted with the villagers as he gained consent for the construction of his businesses headquarters ages ago.

Because of this, San Hill was acquainted with the local workshop owner who was capable of mending any shuttle regardless of damage and with a reasonable fee, which the CEO of a banking clan could certainly afford. In the days it took to cyberize Grievous, bringing him into his current state, the Martyr was also under repairs of its own and now it was ready for collection. Grievous began to head up the steep slope, quickly growing frustrated with the large amounts of snow that covered his heavy feet with each step which made walking even harder despite the fact that he could no longer feel any fatigue no matter how hard the journey was. The snow was thick and the cold was stiffening his cybernetics, even if Grievous himself felt little to no coolness due to the metal shell that he was now trapped in.

Grievous out of a sudden flurry of frustration regarding his current predicament, angrily flailed his legs as he kicked snow violently all around him before accidentally slamming a foot down into the cliffside… which he found his feet powerful enough to sink into the rocks. Grievous found this curious, once again having underestimated his own newfound strength. He then had a peculiar idea, but figured it was worth trying. Grievous jumped with surprising height and agility before landing both feet into the cliffside before sprinting up the cliff until he reached the top of the first mountain.

He looked around at the small village area, a wooden stairway leading up to higher mountains that still interconnected with the rest of this civilization. He cleared his throat as he walked by the small Muun village, many residents giving the cyborg concerned, scared and dirty glances. Considering he had unwillingly gathered the attention of the villagers, he figured he'd take the opportunity to question them.

"Where is your workshop?!" Grievous asked as his voice echoed throughout the mountains.

"So you are Grievous," a quiet reply came from one of the Muun villagers.

"And you are?"

"The mechanic you seek," they replied. "Mr. Hill established that I'd be met by a… distinct looking individual."

"I see," Grievous commented. "Where is my shuttle?"

"Follow me," the mechanic requested as they led Grievous into their workshop. "Here she is!"

"The Martyr," Grievous instantly recognised the large shuttle taking up most of the open space of the mechanic's workshop which was built like a warehouse.

"Good as new," the mechanic told him. "Mr. Hill has already covered payment too."

"Then I won't have to kill you," Grievous remarked as he boarded his shuttle.

"How kind," the mechanic muttered.

Grievous moved to the cockpit of the Matryr, having passed by what was a very familiar interior to his shuttle. The area where his Kaleesh elite called the Izvoshra once rested awaiting their journey to conclude was now empty which admittedly brought Grievous a great deal of sadness at the thought of all his Kaleesh allies being gone now. Despite this, Grievous was ready to take off as he left Scipio and headed into space in search of Count Dooku's Solar Sailer.

Grievous soon arrived, deploying the Martyr exactly where the other shuttle he had taken off in had been in the hangar of Dooku's Solar Sailer. He quickly departed from the Martyr and pace walked throughout the ship, heading down one of the corridors. Peering through a wide yellow stained glass window with the colour chosen to match the brownish yellow colour scheme that the exterior materials used on the ship had. Grievous spotted Count Dooku and San Hill exchanging a handshake, their long negotiations having finally ended with the conclusion being that San Hill was now an official member of the Separatist Council.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Count Dooku," San Hill expressed his gratitude as Dooku escorted him to the exit of the spacious meeting room.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Hill," Dooku told him as they stepped outside and immediately noticed Grievous as his shadow loomed over the pair. "I shall contact you later."

"Farewell, Count Dooku," San Hill said goodbye before departing from the Solar Sailer which left Dooku to talk with Grievous.

"So?" Dooku spoke to the cyborg. "Did you retrieve your shuttle?"

"I did," Grievous confirmed. "How else would I get back here?!"

"There's numerous possibilities," Dooku replied as he gestured for the cyborg to follow him. "I trust you still carry that lightsaber I gifted you."

"I do," Grievous once more gave a plain answer. "I still care little for it."

"That attitude changes today," Dooku promised as he took Grievous into an empty room with a large open space for training. "Are you ready?"

"For what?" Grievous asked as Dooku ignited his crimson bladed lightsaber. "You're really going to train me?!"

"You're of little use to me if you refuse my offer," Dooku revealed bluntly. "Now… ignite that lightsaber," he instructed as he pointed to the one Grievous held onto in his tight metallic grasp.

Grievous complied and soon activated the weapon as the blue coloured blade once belonging to Jedi Master Sifo Dyas shot out of it. Dooku gave Grievous a few moments to wave the unique weapon around in order to become more familiar with how it felt to handle as he swiped his hand back and forth.

"To begin with there is some basic information you must know," Dooku told him.

"Then inform me," Grievous demanded.

"I make the orders," Dooku clarified with Grievous quietly grunting out of anger. "Firstly, there are a total of seven different lightsaber forms…"

"Just teach me how to slice through Jedi Slime with this!" Grievous continued to make demands as he interrupted Dooku. "I do not need nor desire your fancy forms!"

"Silence!" Dooku yelled as he sent a pulse of force lightning that shocked Grievous and once more caused a coughing fit.

"Enough of this!" Grievous shouted after his coughs stopped while gasping for air.

Suddenly, Grievous charged forth at Dooku and began wildly swinging at the Sith Lord with his newly acquired lightsaber. Count Dooku remained in place, unimpressed and unamused as he effortlessly blocked each of Grievous' clumsy and chaotic swings. Grievous grew progressively angrier and eventually hurled the lightsaber with the blade piercing part of the plain grey coloured walls that surrounded the two. Grievous then punched Dooku in his face and sent him stumbling back. Deactivating his lightsaber for a moment as he didn't wish to tear through Grievous' cybernetics, Count Dooku attached his lightsaber to his belt before unleashing a powerful blast of force lightning using both of his hands to strike Grievous down before he could attack again.

"Listen to me for a single minute!" Dooku demanded in a tone of voice which was unusually angrier from the Sith Lord as he used the force grab ability to retrieve Sifo Dyas' lightsaber. After taking a deep breath, Dooku simply returned to what he was going to say earlier, "as I was saying… There are seven different lightsaber forms and I intend on imparting my knowledge of all of them onto you. This is to ensure you are prepared for all Jedi, regardless of their skills with this weapon," he handed the lightsaber back to Grievous who had fallen to one knee. He looked up and snatched the lightsaber from Dooku and ignited it.

"Which do we begin with?" Grievous asked as he became more compliant to Dooku's demands at last as he realised there was no other option… and the deal they had made was still of interest to himself.

"Form II, also known as Makashi," Dooku responded, "it is my personal main choice and additionally the one I have mastered," he elaborated. "This form was designed for engagements with other skilled lightsaber wielders and is the most superior way of combating all other forms."

"Sounds perfect for hunting Jedi," Grievous concluded.

"Indeed," Dooku agreed. "I will not settle on you simply learning Makashi, however, for the greatest skill is to be knowledgeable of the other forms and the ability to adapt to all," he detailed as Grievous sighed heavily at the thought of all the training he would have to undergo. "Makashi is universally good at combating any form, but that shall not be enough if you want to become a General."

"I will follow your instructions," Grievous promised as the two got into position to properly start their first training session. "I am now ready to learn… Master…"

"Then let us begin."