The vastness of space is something that brings all kinds of emotions to various types of people. Awe. Wonder. Fear. Loneliness. Poison Ivy felt nothing as she stared out into the endless frontier from her throne room balcony. Nothing but impatience and anxiety. Her time spent out here felt like a chore, all she wanted was to return to the Earth she knew and loved. A place that will be sprouting and erupting in life once her plans had been completed. A part of her wondered how well Harley was doing. Deep down, she felt an anguished guilt for the way she had hurt her. It was ultimately necessary, for the good of The Green, (Or, so she liked to tell herself) but it was nothing she was proud of. She certainly had a favor to return to her when she came back to Earth. She heard a knocking on her door, assuming it to be Skywalker. With a slight wave of her hand, the door opened, the former Jedi Knight walking through to greet his new master.

"Mistress," he greeted, bowing lightly before her. "I hope I'm not imposing."

Ivy sighed, shaking her head. "Imposing on what?" she asked. "This cold, dead wasteland does nothing for me but remind me of the beauty of my own home. You wanted to talk?"

Anakin nodded, shy as ever, as he slowly approached Ivy, leaning uncomfortable against a corner. Pam smiled slightly at the visibly shaking, moderately sweating Anakin. It was a reaction she knew all too well. Over 10 years of romantic and sexual repression colliding head first into a pheromone bomb like her was a recipe for disaster. Not that he probably didn't enjoy it to a degree. "My old Master..." he explained. "Wanted me to do terrible...Terrible things. All for the advancement of his own power. I just wanted to know what your end game is. If I'm to be a successor, after all..."

Ivy's lips upturned, as the Queen of the Green gave an uncharacteristically happy (Albeit crooked) smile. It was somewhat awkward for her, but it felt refreshing. "What you saw with Padme, Anakin." she explained. "That's what I want for everyone. Everyone's consciousness transferred into a perfect plant hybrid. Never having to be afraid of death or decay or overpopulating the planet. Nobody breathing poison in the air."

Anakin nodded attentively, staying quiet for a moment. "I just...I hope I haven't ruined things." he sighed.

Ivy turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?"

Anakin stared off into the expanse of the stars, breathing in deeply and trying to keep his composure to Ivy. "Before you teleported me to your ship, Padme confronted me." he explained. "I thought she betrayed me. Found a new lover in my Master. I hurt her. The way she...Looked at me. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself."

Ivy wasn't used to these more human moments, but she figured Anakin could use a couple words of comfort. "I've hurt those I cared for too." she explained. "It's an awful feeling. That being said...You don't need to tie all your worth to someone else. You'd be happier if you could learn to love yourself as much as you love the ones close to you. Just look at me and Har..."

Ivy stopped herself from finishing that sentence. She wasn't going to talk about Harley, least of all in front of a naive boy. "Who?" Anakin asked. "You and who?"

Pam closed her eyes. "Her name holds no meaning anymore." she told him, and herself. "Anyways, it's about time we check on the General. Wouldn't you agree?"

Anakin opened his mouth to counter, but found himself unable to do. "Yes, my mistress." he replied, as they walked to the basement level of the ship to check on the condition of the Kaleesh ex-warlord.

Ivy entered the room with a satisfied, proud look in her eyes as she gazed before her creation. In the bactic tank hovered a completely transformed Grievous; all his wires replaced with vines, his armor and machinery replaced with mutated Redwood. He looked like something out of a haunted forest.

"Brainiac!" she commanded. "Release Grievous from his tank!"

"Yes, my mistress.", the ship replied, as the liquid from the tank slowly began to drain. The lid began to open as the tank sunk deep into the floor. Grievous fell from the weak vines suspending him, his eyes opening immediately as he gave a gasp of fresh air. No longer did he have to worry about his crushed, ineffective lungs damaging his respiratory system, courtesy of Mace Windu. No longer did he have to worry about his lack of reproductive organs or being a cold, metal machine like the droids he so detested, He didn't know what to say. For the first time in forever, he felt almost...Happy.

"Your new body will function much the same as your old one, General." Ivy told Grievous. "Your 4 arms, your mobility...Took the liberty of replacing your shock cables with toxic secreting vines; a rather lovely combination of ricinus communis and cerbera odollam. Your armor has been re-created with mutated Redwood bark, your feet talons re-created with the bark of the giant sequoia. The only thing I wasn't able to recreate was your combat algorithms, though I've granted you a strong connection to The Green to give you sensory information on your surroundings. A kind of "radar sense", if you will, to enemy attacks."

Grievous bowed before his new mistress, still somewhat overcome by the shock of his newfound happiness, but not wanting to show any kind of softness that would betray his dominant image. "Thank you, my mistress." he told her. "Your new body will grant me many trophies."

Ivy rubbed her forehead in a slightly frustrated manner. "Don't let your lust for trinkets blind you, General." she warned him. "I brought you on as my General for your cleverness as much as I did your strength. If you find yourself in a battle without the intimidation of your opponents on your side, I expect you to retreat just as you would in your former body. This new one will provide a boost in many ways, but you aren't invincible."

"Of course, Mistress Ivy." he assured her, bowing his head and lowering himself below her majesty. He took in a deep breath of the air around him. It felt so fresh. So clean. The pheromone covered rooms of the ship were meant to be appreciated with these new lungs. He'd make sure to return the favor to his new master, killing anyone who so much as looked at her the wrong way.

Anakin looked upon Grievous with an obvious and deep unease. The lung-sustaining injury that Mace Windu had laid on Grievous had made him a shell of his former self in combat. It certainly made him more complacent and submissive. Now that he was free of his crippling injury, he shuddered at what he was capable of now.

Ivy, on the other hand, smiled upon Anakin's reaction. If this was the kind of response that Grievous would generate from his own teammates, she could only imagine the kind of horror that her enemies would feel upon sight of him. She couldn't wait to see Batman's stunned face upon seeing the great terror she had created. "Well?" she urged Anakin. "Any words of encouragement for our Kaleesh friend? I, for one, find his makeover to be...Beautiful."

"It's...Uh.." Anakin struggled to find the words. "It's certainly a vast improvement over your previous form."

Grievous gave a coughless laugh at Anakin's clear discomfort and lack of composure. "Thank you, Skywalker.", he smugly replied. He was eating this moment up, he knew how difficult it must be for Anakin to give his former bitter enemy anything resembling a compliment. Even Ivy struggled to keep from laughing at Anakin's poor position. Before any of the 3 could say another word, Brainiac's voice emanated from the ship.

"My Mistress, word is getting through of an attempt by Superman's Regime forces to re-establish their footing on the Capital." Brainiac droned lifelessly. "I'm hearing word that Black Adam and Robin are leading the assault."

Ivy smiled. She had hoped to signal her return with a show, a demonstration of her power and the power of those under her command.

"Excellent, everything is going as planned." Ivy cooed. "Black Adam will likely be leading the charge with the Boy Wonder not far behind. Grievous, I want you to split the group up and focus on Robin. Skywalker will take the false God."

Grievous growled in frustration. "A boy? A waste of my talents."

"It's not about the boy." the Green's chosen warrior explained. "The man who trained him, a so called "hero" named Batman. My oldest enemy and the self proclaimed projector of that vile city of Gotham. He would never let his former pupil run headfirst into danger like that without intervening. I want the Bat to see what my monster is capable of."