Star Wars

The Revenge of Qymaen jai Sheelal

Chapter 4: The Republic's Response

After the city of Theed had been completely secured, the Queen and Senator held captive in their own prison, and the Jedi under the vigilant electronic eyes of two IG-100 MagnaGuards, with orders to sedate him with drugs if he became unruly. It was now that the General allowed himself to take a bit of a rest, sitting in the Queen's throne. He was waiting for his soldiers to search through the palace, and to find a HoloNet transceiver, which he knew had to be in the palace, somewhere. Eventually a B1 droid moved into his view, "Sir, we have found the transceiver you required. According to the schematics, it gives complete control over the HoloNet channels on the planet, as well as a direct channel to the Senate."

The General sat up slightly at this news, this would make things far easier for his forces to take the planet. "Good...where is it?" he asked the droid, lifting his hand and motioning for it to give him the information he wanted.

"It is in this room sir." he droid said, holding a small transmitter. He pressed a combination of buttons on the transmitter, and then turned to the general, "When ever you are ready general, look forward and begin the speech you planned."

"Excellent." he said, making sure that he was looking forward before nodding slightly to the droid to continue. All over the planet ever HoloNet channel was shifted to his, and every citizen that was currently looking at a HoloNet receiver screen now saw the metal face of General Grievous. "Citizens of Naboo, you are now under the control of the CIS, you capital is under my control, and your queen and human senator are now my captives. But know that I, General Grievous am not completely without mercy. I give you a choice, either join under the benevolent hand of the CIS, or be destroyed by the Armies of the Confederacy. Make your choices swiftly, as my armies are now being transported to every major city on the planet. If I detect even a hint of hostility in any city, I will not hesitate to bombard that city with our orbital defenses. Make your choice, live or die..." he announced in the same mechanical and synthesized voice, with a hint of cruelty linger within it. He made a small hand gesture for the droid to end the transmission, which it did quickly.

The General laughed, "Excellent...excellent..." he laughed while he spoke, the planet was his, but the underwater cities of the Gungans could be a problem, but their armies were weak, and a simple bombardment or bombing raid could take care of them easily. This world was full of resources, and a droid foundry would work perfectly under Theed. It would be the main fortress on this planet, as it was the most important city on the world. "Now then, hack into the Coruscant mainframe, I need to know if their is a Senate meeting." he ordered the droid, who proceeded to communicate with the Invisible Hand, who began to hack into the Coruscant mainframe and began searching for the information requested by the General.

It did not take long for the information to be found, "Sir, there is a meeting right now, apparently it has just started." The General laughed, "Good, let's give send them a message, hack into their computers..." The droid began to look through the files, doing the same. Before the entire Senate the three-dimensional head of General Grievous appeared. "Senate of the Galactic Republic, I address you. The Naboo system is now in the hands of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The Queen of Naboo and Senator Amidala are now my prisoners, and a Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, is also in the palm of my hand. If you wish to see them alive again, you will comply to my demands. There is only one demand. Every world in the Outer Rim is to come under the domination and control of the CIS. I will give you one day to consider, if you deny my demand, then every system and world in the known galaxy will fall, one by one, until the Galactic Republic crumbles." He said bitterly, to the Senate. He gave the same gesture to the droid, and his transmission ended, "Leave me, and keep the doors sealed, I want to be alone." he ordered the droid, "Yes, my lord." the droid responded in its monotonous voice. Once the droid had left, Grievous slumped into thought.

He hated the Republic with an incredible passion, they had placed a bomb on one of his shuttles and had ruined his body. Had it not been for Intergalactic Banking Clan's funding, he would be dead at this moment. At first he had hated his new droid body, but he had slowly become accustomed to it, though still felt a deep hate for the Republic for also taking his old life, but now he was the Supreme Commander of the Droid Armies of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. He did not know sometimes whether he should completely condemn the Republic, or show a bit of thanks for improving him so greatly. Not even the Jedi were a match for him now, and he had no weakness, but one. He looked down at his torso, within the chest plates was a synthskin sack, within the sack was his heart and lungs, the only organs that had been in his torso that the CIS had been able to save. Those organs, along with his brain and eyes, were the only things that were save from the whole of his body. The rest had been striped away, to be replaced with machine and electronics.

He was now more machine than alive, and as a result he was far more deadly than he had ever been otherwise. He was in control of an army of millions upon millions of droids. He was at a position of power that was beyond anything he had once imagined, and he liked it. He continued to think. The Republic would, in all likelihood, reject his demand. He was actually counting on it. They would most likely deploy a fleet to attempt to take back the planet, which he had also counted on, the battleships and destroyers were waiting, their fighters had been deployed, and the weapons were prepared. Every advantage was on his side, including surprise.

Fear, surprise, and intimidation. That is what Count Dooku had told him to always have as his weapons. If he had them all, he was near assured victory, and he had made sure that he would have them should the Republic make its predicted move to attack recklessly in response for himself taking a peaceful world, and also the homeworld of the Chancellor. It was the perfect first conquest, and he intended to keep it as his.

Soon there was a knock at the doors into the throne room, and four of his MagnaGuards moved into the room. He knew that they would only disobey a direct order from their general if the business was of the greatest importance. He looked over them as they walked into their shoulder to shoulder line. "What news do you bring me?" he said in a completely neutral tone, though of course with the vocal modifications that had been forced upon him by his creation made it seem that he was always angry or at least irritated.

"Lord general, five Acclamator I-class assault ships, and a Venator-class Star Destroyer have entered the space around the planet, what are your orders?" he announced to Grievous.

"Ah, just as I predicted, prepare my shuttle, I will lead the battle personally, you will stay here and guard this room, as it is a symbol of our control here."

"Yes, lord general." they said in unison, before moving around the throne, standing perfectly still and protecting the throne.

Grievous walked through the door, then went into a run, moving rapidly towards the position of his shuttle. He entered it quickly and waited for takeoff, turning to watch the entrance of the shuttle sealing itself. He felt the ship begin to move and waited, though in a complete lack of patience for him to be back on his destroyer, to lead the attack personally. Each Lucrehulk-class battleship held 1,500 Vulture droids, and each Providence-class destroyer held 120 Vulture droids, as well as 120 droid Tri-fighters. There was more than enough firepower between the ships to destroy the small fleet that had come to oppose them.

Soon he felt the shuttle come to a halt, and the entrance opening again. He had not sat down during the entire trip, and ran quickly out of the shuttle, moving to the bridge as fast as his mechanical legs could take him. He paused before he entered the bridge area, making sure he looked calm during his entrance. The doors parted and he entered the bridge, moving before the captain, who was apparently more comfortable with Grievous now. "Captain, send this message to the rest of the fleet...Prepare for attack!" he said, nearing a growl in his tone.

This was the time to strike, the Republic's fleet was insignificant compared to the fleet that he currently wielded. He would use this fleet as his blade, and would destroy the enemy fleet with a single stroke...

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