Utapau,
Republic Command Center
Obi-wan Kenobi groaned again as he rubbed
his bandaged temples. "He just had
to attack Coruscant twice in the same week. Wasn't one dismal failure
enough for him to back off? Ooooohhh, just when I'd finally chased
him down too, and he had to summon that blasted thing! OW!"
"Sir, I wouldn't advise you straining yourself when the medics
have just taken you out of shock." Cody advised, or from
Kenobi's standpoint, nagged. The middle-aged general glowered back,
"I'm fit enough to walk, blast it! I have more important things
to worry about, and so do you! Have you stopped that armor division
from reaching the Consul?
Is her communications array intact?" "Yes general, we have
full range and power, our defense line is holding. Oh, further good
news: Generals Tiin and Fisto's reinforcements have arrived. They're
taking over for us." Kenobi sighed. Now time to alert the others
before its too late...
Cato Neimondia, Skies above Separatist
base-city
General Plo Koon surveyed the hazy metropolis through
his cockpit window. Wonder my foot, he thought, full of anti-air
ordinance and fighter storage-and-launch slots. "Captain, signal
the squadron to begin their attack run, flak turrets first."
"Yes sir." Let the chaos begin, Koon thought, smirking
behind his mask as he gripped the throttle and pulled the trigger.
"Bandits at 11 o'clock low, coming in fast, engage?" "No,
stay on the flak Omicron 2. 4,6, cover him, Captain, bring the rest
of the squadron to me, we're going in, signal the
Bactris
to assist." Anticipation filled the general as he watched the
hundreds of tri-fighters swarming from their warrens toward him,
molten durasteel splattering his cockpit as his squadron's weapons
cut through the opposition. A tone from his comm brought him out of
his combat revelry as the Bactris
found her targets and proceeded to bomb the hell out of the
factories. "General, I am receiving a relay transmission from
the Bactris.
It's source... General, it's Kenobi!" "What?! Patch it
through, quickly!" Plo Koon barked, his demeanor all
seriousness. A foot-high, cobalt projection of Obi-Wan Kenobi
materialized on the pad, his charred visage grim in expression."
Master Kenobi, is there something wrong? How did the fight with
Grievous go," he quipped, staring at his fellow's ruined face,
"Badly?" "I've always hated your rhetorical questions,
Koon. General Grievous, Butcher of Humbarine, has escaped, and, from
what we have heard, He may yet become Butcher of Coruscant." All
the air blasted out of Plo Koon's lungs with the force of a slug
rifle, so that his mask flew off, hitting the window."Whuh-,whu-,
why was I relayed first? Do I look like head of the council?!"
He wheezed angrily, his mask back on. "You are one of the few
generals in close proximity to the capital that has a large assault
fleet. Relay this message to all Council members, particularly Master
Yoda, and gather up the other generals and fleet commanders. I will
rendezvous with you at the Coruscant system with reinforcements. Good luck, and may the Force be with us all..." The hologram switched
off, leaving Plo Koon flabbergasted. Let's just hope the Butcher
still has a weakened chest, he thought glumly.
Coruscant,
Separatist Dreadnought Sword
of Kalee
The Butcher of Humbarine,AKA, General Grievous looked down at the
city skyline, a hungry look in his eyes. I can finally kill this scum,
no orders to capture or drag away, nor any other stupid thing,
Grievous thought. "Looking forward to a good hunt, General?"
He whirled around, still not used to a chatty droid bodyguard. He
could swear that if this droid had a moving face, it'd be grinning
right then. "What's to hunt, he's going to stay in his tower,
the louse," he said, disgruntled," And if I want more sport
at the temple, he'll escape." The guard paused for a moment,
then said, "Sir, I will hold Palpatine down while you go to the
Jedi Temple, I am quite capable..." Grievous gave a derisive
snort. "Droid, you may have been able to stand your ground
against me, but how long to do you think, oh sorry, estimateyou're
going to last against a fully trained Sith Lord?" The Magnaguard
stared at Grievous, its posture defiant. "Oh alright," he
hissed, "but your blueprints are stored in the main computer, so
you're dispensable until you prove your worth, compute that." He
stomped off the bridge, eager for the hunt, leaving the Guard
uncertain.
Jedi Temple, Main entrance
The Jedi must suffer,
Darth Vader thought murderously. He was Anakin Skywalker, and he
still is, more or less, physically. His eyes were beginning to take
on the yellowish glint of the Sith, however. This maniacal desire to
slaughter the Jedi order blinded him to many things... including the
ship hovering in the clouds, ready to pounce. As soon as this gothic
figure entered the temple with his clone entourage, the ship sweeps
down, blasts the sentries left behind, then disgorges its cargo.
Grievous speeds ahead, looking for the most intimidating entrance...
In the Library, Darth Vader is about to begin his rampage by killing
Jocusta Nu when he hears the screams of the front most clones. He
whips around to see them dead or dying, and a white something
speeding upward out of sight. Vader looks up, and then ignites his
lightsabre as he sees the monstrous shape of the General coming down
at him. There's a brief clash, but Grievous quickly gains the upper
hand, grabbing him by the throat and snarling, "A pathetic
renegade Jedi has no importance to me!" before punting him into
a library shelf, demolishing it. He turns around, feeling smug, to
see that Nu has rallied the Jedi. "A loud and brutal monster like
you does not belong in my library. Out, OUT!" What was left of
Grievous' face beneath his mask twisted into a grin as the monster
snapped his fingers. All the windows blasted open, battle droids
flowing in. As Nu lunged at him, Grievous thought, Let the fun
begin...
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