When the dust had settled, Sahree vomited. She was upside down, so she didn't make her situation worse by getting any on her clothes. She wiped her mouth before letting herself down. Her shoes would smell like vomit, but apart from having major bruises from her seatbelt, a few cuts and pulled muscles in her legs, she was fine.

Sahree made her way out of the ship, ducking beneath loose cables and debris. She exited the ship into the snowing, flora covered planet. It was bitterly cold, but she was dressed for the occasion.

Attempting to establish contact, Sahree said into the communicator on her wrist, "This is Sahree, can anyone hear me? Hello?" After receiving no reply, she inspected her communicator to find it was damaged. She sighed, and looked to the night sky to see the smoke from General Grievous's ship. After the impact she saw, it was unlikely any normal person would survive, but perhaps having a cyborg body would've aided his chances for survival. It was up to her now. Sahree was confident she could defeat him in battle, but she was humble enough to know when she needed to run from one too. She would confront and disable the General herself.

Walking was difficult, and painful, but it was something she could endure. The cold numbed her legs a little, easing the pain by a margin. The crash site was only a kilometre from her destroyed ship. She held her lightsaber close just in case the General was headed to her position. She arrived in less than ten minutes, and her mouth parted a little when she saw the state of the ship. It was a burning wreckage of twisted metal. Nothing could have survived that. However, Sahree was a perfectionist, and carefully went to inspect the cockpit to see if she could spot a body. She wasn't sure how exactly she was meant to identify the metal body of the General amongst the burning metal body of the ship, but she made an attempt anyhow. She saw no body, and the pilot's chair wasn't there at all. Sahree figured the General must have ejected just before the crash.
She looked around for a sign, and surprisingly, she saw two figures lying two hundred metres up the ship's skid mark. As Sahree moved closer, she saw one figure was the obliterated pilot's chair, and the other was General Grievous, lying unmoving on the ground. Sahree figured he ejected only a moment after he touched the ground. Why he didn't eject earlier was a mystery to her, but figured the eject button must of malfunctioned until the last minute.

Sahree moved towards Grievous. He laid facing away from her, so she wasn't sure if he was awake or not, let alone alive. She drew her lightsaber, glowing brilliant blue. She moved around him, to inspect the General. Grievous's body had dents and marks all over it, but the damage she noticed the most was on his helmet plating. There was a nasty, large crack extending from the General's left eye, all the way to the back of the cranium. There was the deep maroon blood of the Kaleesh pouring from the eye, staining the mouthpiece. More subtly, there was some minor damage to his chest plate, and there appeared to be a small amount of fluid leaking out. Still, Sahree wasn't familiar enough with the General's anatomy to know if he was alive or not. Slowly, she leaned into the General's chest and listened.

She heard a single thud before she felt the General really come back to life beneath her. A hand snatched away her lightsaber, and two powerful legs kicked her up into the air. Sahree landed, winded, but she didn't let her shock stop her from at least keeping an eye on her enemy.

Grievous was still getting up, and appeared to stumble. He swayed his head, and let out a large coughing fit. It was painful just to watch, but Sahree got back up, and tried to retrieve her lightsaber. Grievous did not let his opponent go unnoticed though, and retaliated, by swinging the lightsaber around to defend him while he recovered. Sahree stood back, for the General was just swiping the weapon around like a youngling. He stood up, somewhat still and looked at Sahree. His left eye did not match his right. His left eye's pupil was dilated, and looked lazy. The colour in the eye had been infiltrated with broken red veins, turning the golden eye into an irritated, scarlet orange colour. He tilted his head to the side a little, and somehow his whole body followed through and Grievous was on the ground again. He let out a wail of pain, confusion and frustration.

Sahree relaxed her battle stance a little. "It appears you've suffered a concussion General, and a nasty one at that. Have fun trying to stand up again."

Grievous let out a croaked, "Argh." He coughed and tried to hold himself up, but the more he fought against his dizziness, the more he fell.

Sahree attempted to move forward to retrieve her lightsaber back, but Grievous swung again.

"Back, Jedi," he said slowly, "Back you human… Filth."

"Surrender Grievous," Sahree ordered, "you are clearly too incapacitated to fight back."

Sahree had heard of the General's defiance to the act of surrender, but had never actually seen it herself. He was wallowing in his own bodily fluids, the cold and he looked like he had severe head trauma, and still, he tried to get back up to fight her. It appeared to take a toll on him after a while though, because he finally just put his head back on the ground and lay still, with his eyes watching Sahree the entire time. She watched him back, hoping he would fall unconscious, so she could take back her lightsaber. He closed his eyes a couple of times, but not long enough for Sahree to safely make a move.

As the hours passed, Sahree concentrated on keeping warm throughout the night. Thankfully, no blizzards decided to pass through. She didn't realise it when it happened, but she drifted off to sleep in her meditation stance, and the General watched her the entire time. He tried to get up to kill the Jedi as she slept, but his cyborg body was limited to his mental capacity. He could barely raise his head without it spinning. He gave up, and let sleep take him.

The General awoke when the sun had just begun to spill its light over the horizon. He looked over to the Jedi who was sitting up, with her legs crossed, but asleep. He wasn't concerned about her for the moment. He heard something let out a growl in the distance. The General managed to get himself up onto his knees, but maintained one hand on the ground for balance. It would have been perfect to kill the Jedi right there and then, but his concentration was centred on whatever was stalking them both. The growling suddenly stopped. The General wasn't sure what was going on, and his memories were vague as to how he had gotten there, but he knew he was in danger. He waited until…
BAM! Snow exploded from the ground and a white centipede like creature with a beak similar to a bird emerged from the ground and leaped onto Grievous. He managed to divert the creature's force to his left, stopping it from pushing him to the ground. Grievous spun around, but as he did, his eyes blacked out, so he swung his stolen lightsaber wildly. He felt it slice a small wound into the creature, but he couldn't see where. He swung at the air after that and felt himself fall down. The creature was ready to strike again but then, it let out a scream. Sahree had decided to spare the General from death by snow-burrower, and force crushed the life out of the creature. It was a terrible fate, and Sahree wasn't entirely sure if using this power was the Jedi way, but the danger had been eliminated.

Grievous shook his head and stood back up. He hunched over and let what was left of his cape drape him. His head swayed in his dizziness, but he seemed alright when he wasn't doing anything too arduous.

"No-one is coming for us," Sahree said, "They must think we perished in the crash."

Grievous stared at Sahree, not sure if she was going to attack him using the Force or not. She could easily take back her lightsaber, but would not.

"It will take us two days walk to reach civilisation, if my calculations are correct," Sahree said, "And you, General, will come with me so I can hand you over to the Republic."

Grievous let out a small laugh, "So, I am your prisoner now, Jedi?"

"Call yourself whatever the hell you want," Sahree retorted, "You are not going to survive a day with your head trauma and those things out there."

"Bah!" Grievous scoffed, "Don't get ahead of yourself."

Sahree rolled her eyes, and pushed the General with the force lightly on his head. His entire body followed with him and he fell down onto the ground. When he shook off the dizziness, Grievous glared at the insolent Jedi with a burning hatred that you would have to witness to appreciate. Sahree had proven her point.

"Lead on, General," she mocked, pointing to the east. He got up, letting out a frustrated groan and began to stalk away into the woods, with Sahree a distance behind him.

Author's Notes

Just so you know, I think it's cheesy that I injure the characters I work with. But the great thing with fan fiction is that I don't give a crap. If you're writing for the real world, keep injuries to a minimal. Drama is a difficult to create, but maiming people seems to work out well. The main reason for injuring Grievous was to make sure he couldn't attack Sahree. Grievous needs Sahree to keep him alive, and Sahree needs Grievous because he possesses her lightsaber. They both need to bide their time, for now...