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Chapter Eighteen: Another Mission

River walked out of the medical center on the ship. She had just gotten her wrist wrapped up so that it would heal properly. As she walked aimlessly around the ship she remembered that when she had grabbed Grievous' hand to steady herself and she wondered why he had actually wrapped his hand around hers like he wanted to protect her.

Her thoughts were ended when a droid came up to her. "General Grievous would like to see you in his personal quarters and he wanted me to show you the way."

"Lead on."

River followed the droid in silence. Why does he want to see me in his personal room especially after what happened earlier. All she knew was that she didn't want this little get together to end up in another sprained wrist or worse. They stopped in front of a large door and the droid left her alone.

She fixed her cloak so that it covered her whole body so that he didn't see her wrist. She moved closer to the door and it slid open and she walked in.

The room was dark all she could make out was that there was a very large table in the center of the room and the surface was cluttered with stuff. On the wall next to the door there were multiple pegs on the wall with cloaks hung neatly on them. And the wall opposite the door was a wall that was all glass and there was a large chair situated so that it looked out the window.

But the chair was missing one thing: General Grievous. River was relieved that she had a couple more moments of silence to herself. She walked over to the window and looked at the vastness of space. She heard the door slide open behind her; she didn't turn around and kept her gaze forward.

"How do you feel?" came his voice.

She turned around and looked at him with a serious look in her eyes.

"Small."

He nodded his head and turned around and hit some buttons on a transmitter and a holo-image of Count Dooku appeared.

"I see that you got somewhere private with your apprentice before the universe came to an end." he said showing that he was not pleased.

They both bowed humbly in unison.

"My apologies sir but your droids were being idiotic as usual."

"No worries just don't let it happen again any time soon General." said Dooku putting Grievous down a notch.

River felt sorry for him.

"I'm assuming that you had something important if you wanted to talk to me in seclusion."

"Yes actually both of you that is why I wanted River present."

"Well were both here," said River anxious to get this over with.

Grievous looked at her not believing that she had said the exact same thing he was going to say.

"That I can see," said Dooku scowling at her, Grievous shifted closer to River ready to defend her against an opponent that she would not be able to withstand.

"As I was saying I am giving you another mission. River is to go to Coriscant and go to the Jedi Temple to seek guidance. There the Jedi will be able to tell that she is force sensitive and that she would make a perfect candidate for their experiment of seeing if a grown person can learn about the force. She is to get close to the strongest Jedi and find out their weaknesses. Grievous you are to make sure that she is not found out and are to protect her with your life in secrecy. You are to go in your personal fighter."

"Yes sir."

And with that Count Dooku was gone.

When Grievous turned around River was sitting in his chair trying to even out her breathing.

"How in the universe am I going to do this?"

"Like you used to when you went behind enemy lines," he said as he put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with a grateful look in her eyes.

"So you think I can do this?"

"I don't think I know!''

She put her sprained hand on his. He grabbed it and held it gently. He helped her stand up, he didn't want to let go of her hand, and he didn't want to lose her again.

"I'll be fine."

"I know," he let go of her hand and walked out of the room and headed for the Hanger, River followed in silence with a smile on her face, she held her wrist that was sprained.

As they walked into the hanger they walked over to a silver fighter. She walked up to it and ran her hand along the wing.

"She's beautiful." she sighed

"I know she's my personal fighter."

He climbed in.

"How am I going to fit in there with you?"

If he could have smiled there would have been a very mischievous one on his face. "You'll see.".

I wonder how she'll fit...ill update after dinner sometime