Hey everyone! I've decided to write a fanfic starring one of my favorite Star Wars characters of all time: General Grievous. I was disappointed by how he was handled in the 2008 Clone Wars series as well as his canon backstory, so I decided to write this to reconcile these points and make him the feared warrior we saw him as before, as well as having a unique spin on his Legends origins. I hope you enjoy!

41 BBY

Kalee. A planet of conflict, of warfare. A planet that still clung to tribal values in the midst of a more civilized age. One such tribe, the Kolkpravis, celebrate their Festival of Blood this planetary cycle: a celebration dedicated to naming their next chieftain.

"Sheelal, it's time," uttered a Kaleesh guard. The Kaleesh were reptilian in origin, preferring to keep skull-like masks over their faces due to their warrior culture. The guard stood at attention as he watched the Kaleesh before him known as Sheelal: an armored warrior with a rifle on his back. The two of them stood within a small hut, built with more primitive materials out of respect for tradition.

"You think I'll do a good job as chieftain?" replied Sheelal. "That I'll be able to stop the Huk?"

Sheelal was nervous despite being next in line. Ever since the Huk arrived on Kalee approximately two-hundred years ago, they had been enslaving and conquering the Kaleesh. Countless tribes had fallen in self-defense, and many more had been forced into slavery. The Kolkpravis were only barely scraping by, and Sheelal was determined to allow his people to survive.

"You're a legend among us," replied the guard. "Now c'mon. The elder's waiting for you."

Sheelal walked out of the hut, along the road of the Kolkpravis village. Various other Kaleesh could be seen nearby, saluting to Sheelal and cheering for him. Admittedly, he felt proud inside. But he also felt...weak.

"Sheelal, your midichlorian test results have come in," uttered a Kaleesh doctor. He had armor akin to that of a medicine man, and a datapad in his hand. Sheelal, a young Kaleesh at the time, got up off of his bed and walked over to the doctor, eager to hear the results. He had heard stories of the Jedi before, and looked up to them.

"You have a count of...zero."

Zero.

A number that indicated Sheelal wasn't Force-sensitive.

Sheelal had a face of utter shock under his mask. He hadn't expected this news.

"So I won't be able to become a Jedi?" asked Sheelal. "I won't be able to use the Force to help our people?"

"Unfortunately no," replied the doctor. "It's normal to not be Force-sensitive though. There hasn't been a Force-sensitive Kaleesh in centuries Sheelal."

Sheelal's fists tightened as he teared up beneath his mask.

"Sheelal?"

"You there?"

"SHEELAL!"

Sheelal jumped slightly, before realizing where he was. He was standing before the elder of the Kolkpravis tribe, with nothing but bonfires lighting the room. The elder wore armor made of bone and had a large pike in his hands.

"S-sorry about that," replied Sheelal. "Just nervous."

"Don't be," replied the elder. "This is your time after all."

Sheelal gulped beneath his mask as he kneeled. The elder was right. This was his day. The day of his ascension to chieftain. The elder got up off his seat, standing before Sheelal with his spear in hand.

"Qymaen jai Sheelal, son of the Kolkpravis tribe," uttered the elder. "You have proven yourself a capable warrior from youth, allowing our people to prosper in the face of the Huk invasion."

Sheelal felt a sense of pride from that statement. It was true that he had led offensives into Huk territory to liberate slaves as well as securing resources in the process.

"The ancestors have found you worthy of continuing their legacy," uttered the elder oncemore. "They call for your ascension to chieftain."

The elder placed his spear over Sheelal's left shoulder.

"As the elder of the Kolkpravis, and by the will of the ancestors, I dub thee Chieftain of the Kolkpravis tribe."

Drums began to play as Sheelal rose. Around him, his fellow warriors cheered for him as he smiled beneath his mask. He had ascended and had a chance to save his people.

As well as a chance to take revenge against those who rejected him.