Nothing disturbed the two throughout the night, for fire was a dangerous concept to both the snow-burrowers and the other vicious creatures of Hoosthregard. When Grievous awoke, the fire was but a small flame. The sunrise had already begun to light the planet around him. The first thing he noticed when he awoke was that he was cold, bitterly cold. The freezing air penetrated his lungs, and he felt like he could barely breathe. Bits of frost clung to his exposed face plate and stung at his eyes.

The second thing he noticed was that Sahree was not in the same place the General had seen her last. He looked ahead to find her about 50 meters away through the trees. She was hunched over, letting out gagging sounds. Grievous watched her fight vomit back for a whole five minutes before she let out a spit to conclude her session. She turned back around to face the campsite. Her eyes had sunk back into her face and they appeared irritated from her eyes watering. She wiped her mouth as she moved.

"Good morning General," she said as optimistically as she could muster, "how are we this fine morning?"

Grievous attempted an inhospitable response, but the most terrible sensation grasped his lungs and instead of talking, he found himself clutching his chest. His organ sack was becoming dehydrated with the loss of fluids, and he felt as if his respiratory system was turning into sandpaper. A groan of pain escaped his throat, but he buried his discomfort and adjusted to the dehydration.

"Yeah, me too," Sahree said half-heartedly, and placed a hand on her lower stomach.

The General eyed her carefully, and decided it was time to continue moving. The more alert Grievous became, the more he breathed and the more his organs groaned in protest. He stood up slowly, to find most of the disorientation from his concussion had left him. What replaced it, however, was a confounding headache from the bruising and blurred vision in his damaged eye. Grievous could feel his face plate was out of place, and it caused him more discomfort. He looked around trying to figure out where the east was, but had trouble finding his bearings on this alien planet.

Swinging his head over to Sahree, Grievous croaked, "Don't just stand there. Which way?"

Sahree took her hand off her stomach, looked up, and then around. She lowered her head to the direction behind Grievous and pointed. He turned instantly and began to storm forward at an alarming pace. Sahree, afraid of losing him, kept up with the General. Grievous did not suffer much from swift movement, as his mechanical parts did most of the work for him. The cold air and his leaking body fluids are what did him in.
As for Sahree, she had her whole body to worry about. She was cold, hungry, nauseous and her limbs ached as if she hadn't rested them in days. However, they were all things that she could overcome, at least until she reached civilisation.
Sahree looked to the sky, to see there were storm clouds closing in on their destination.
"Blast," Sahree breathed.

The General slowed his pace and looked over to her, his voice sounded like it was grinding against itself, "What is it?"

"A blizzard appears to be approaching the east," Sahree told him, "We had better hurry."

Grievous said nothing back and stormed forward. Sahree had to walk swiftly in order to keep up with him. It was good in the sense that the two of them may be able to avoid the storm, and bad in the fact that Sahree would fatigue rapidly. They walked on.

The blizzard had approached sooner than Sahree had anticipated. It hit them in the mid-afternoon hours on the planet with a 29 hour day. It started with the light descent of snow, which was unpleasant to the touch, but bearable. Then the winds began to pick up, and flung cold daggers into both Sahree's and Grievous's faces. They both attempted to shield themselves with their clothing, only to have their only protection against the cold drenched. In addition to their already miserable state, the freezing wind froze the water in the fabrics, making it stiff. Their breath came out in what looked liked explosions of steam, turning the air in front of them white. Neither of them could walk fast at all now, battling against the wind and cold.

After walking in the blizzard for a solid three hours, Grievous began to slow down even further without realising it. Every part of what was left of his organic body was choking him. Barely able to breathe and his brain already suffering extensive damage, he began to see stars in front of his eyes. He tried to keep alert, to tell his legs to just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Behind him, Sahree could see Grievous's strength was beginning to fail him. She did not blame him at all, for she had wanted to fall to her knees and sleep for some time now. It was through sheer will power that Sahree pressed on. She could barely feel her limbs and suspected she may have frost-bite in some areas. Survival training told her not to warm these areas up until she could find help, as the pain would prevent her from walking. So she too, just concentrated on putting on foot in front of the other.
Then, the blizzard finally took its toll as Grievous fell to his fours, the pain in his insides becoming too much for any creature to bear. He saw many logical reasons to give up. He wouldn't have to face Dooku's wrath for his failed invasion, he would not have to undergo painful repairs to his body or he would not become a prisoner to the Republic. There was simply no point in him battling a losing war against the elements. It was not a warrior's death, but Grievous was defeated nonetheless. He wheezed in the snow, clutching his choking body.

Sahree considered leaving the murderer behind to die, but he possessed her lightsaber, and she certainly was not going to leave without it. She made her way beside him.

"The great General Grievous, defeated by a bit of snow?" Sahree yelled over the howl of the wind, "I must admit, I'm a little disappointed."

"Must you gloat?" Grievous managed through the pain, "Leave. I would rather die alone, than with a Jedi."

"I'm not leaving without my lightsaber."

"Then die here," Grievous spat, his fading eyes glaring into Sahree's own. Swiftly, his head shot up, and Sahree's did too as she felt a disturbance in the Force. It was the snow-burrowers, they were coming.
"Please," Sahree begged, "You cannot fight them. If you do not give me back my lightsaber, we will both die!"

Grievous let out a psychotic laugh, which echoed all of his hatred, his anger for dying so pathetically and his disbelief in the Jedi's futile determination. "One last lightsaber for my collection!"

"This isn't just about your life, or even my life!" Sahree screamed at him, her building tears almost freezing in her eyes. Her hand moved to her lower stomach again, the same place as this morning.

Grievous studied her for a second, a let out another laugh, "You are carrying a child? Oh, this is even better than I had expected. Both you and your unborn bastard will die out here. Two Jedi!" He laughed and laughed as his vision began to fade.

"You are insane!" Sahree screamed even louder as she heard the creatures begin to growl in the distance.

"Jedi scum, think they are superior. You're a slave to your instincts like everyone else. Power, love, violence," Grievous ranted. As he did so, Sahree tried to retrieve her lightsaber physically, only to be pushed back into the snow by Grievous's foot. "You fight and fight and lose, Jedi. This is why you lose; this is why every last one of you will die by my Master's hand. You pretend to be superior though the Jedi way, but the best of you fail. You are as corrupt as your Republic politicians. You do not deserve power."

Suddenly the growling stopped. Sahree froze in her position, trying to sense where the creature would strike. But with the wind and snow battering against her, and General Grievous laughing at her, it was difficult. Then, it happened.

Snow exploded from behind Sahree, and she was knocked over onto her face by the creature. She turned onto her back, to see the creature was about to strike. Before it did, she used the force to push it off to get some distance between her and the beast. As she did this, another snow-burrower crashed through the ground near General Grievous, knocking him over on his side. Suddenly, his vision returned as adrenaline began to course through him. The creature was on top of him, trying to figure out a soft place for it to puncture its prey. Grievous managed to get his legs under it, and kicked it off. He got up slowly, drawing his stolen lightsaber. The snow-burrower made clicking noises at him, challenging him to a fight to the death. Grievous crouched, holding the lightsaber steady in front of him. No feral creature would be his end.

Sahree was fighting a losing battle against the other snow-burrower. It moved too swiftly for her to give it a decent force crush, and had to redirect its path whenever it charged for her. It was slowly figuring out her strategy, and it charged for her again. As Sahree redirected it using the Force, the creature spun around at the last second, and punctured Sahree's shoulder blade with its sharp beak. She let out a cry of agony, and attempted to turn around so she could fight it. This caused the beak to slice further across her entire back as she turned to look the creature in the eyes. Inches from her, it gave a shriek of vicious delight in her face. Sahree raised a hand to unleash all of her pain and rage with the Force, crushing the creature's insides until they were nothing but putty. It let out a screech and fell dead in less than five seconds. Sahree gave a pant of relief to see her foe fallen. She reached for her back, and touched the warm blood that bled heavily from her deep, long wound. She put her hand back in front of her eyes, to see her entire palm was stained with blood.

Sahree looked over to Grievous, who promptly dug his stolen lightsaber into the creature's head, killing it instantly. His eyes, one golden and the other red, then directed their attention to Sahree. She saw the blood lust and hate only a tortured animal could portray. Understanding his intentions, she tried to react, but instead she fell back. Fallen, she stared at the grey sky, watching the snow whizz past. She wondered about what being joined to the Force would be like. Then, Grievous came into view, blocking the chaos of the sky. He pointed the blue lightsaber towards her face. Sahree understood his resistance to giving up her lightsaber now. General Grievous was waiting to outlast Sahree, waiting for her weakest moment so he could end her without a fight.

"Let me spare you from your shame," he hissed savagely, moving the weapon down to the position where her unborn child grew.

"Coward," Sahree whispered.

General Grievous raised the lightsaber, and thrust it into her lower abdomen. Sahree let out a cry in anguish. Not wanting to leave this world feeling so much hatred, she looked away from Grievous, and through the trees. She saw the lights of somebody's home in the distance. Tears streamed down her cold face, for she had struggled far, to fail so close to sanctuary. She stared at the lights, as the rest of her vision faded to black.

"Tazer…" she called out to the father of her child, and then closed her eyes. Her body relaxed, and she died.

Grievous stared at the dead Jedi for a long time, letting the adrenaline wear off. He looked to where Sahree had been facing to see what she saw before she died. He spotted the lights of a house, and instantly made his way towards it.

Author's Notes

Woah! Twist! I love adding a twist just to really reach the highest point you can go in a climax. I added hints in the first chapter that Sahree shared a relationship with the Clone Commander Tazer, so if you go back it's kind of obvious. I didn't want Sahree to grieve too much until this climax, because I wanted her anger and grief to get the best of her and ultimately be her end. I'm kind of reflecting on how the Jedi give up their primitive needs, such as love and sex, in order to keep to the Jedi way. However, as we saw with Anakin Skywalker, repressing such things becomes unhealthy, and they do it regardless. I think it is the stress of hiding their vulnerabilities that leads Jedi to the dark side, when we all know it is healthier to be open about it. I think that is the ultimate flaw in the Jedi order, and it was consequently, their undoing.
With Grievous, I just wanted his murderous psychopathy to show. With his death around the corner, he just doesn't give a crap about any of the lives around him, or even his own. All he wants before he overcomes his approaching doom is to take one last Jedi down with him, to take out his rage that he possesses for both the Jedi and for dying. God knows how someone so evil, gets so lucky, and ends up being the one to see hope in the distance.